So just like she had thrown herself into her mission, he had done the same with is workout routine, and for the same reason, at least partially. She had also been trying to get home as quick as she could, which panned out rather well in the end. “Well it seems to have paid off,” she said.

“Archery isn’t for everyone,” Natasha said, watching the occasional fleeting glances that were thrown at her. Most of them had probably arrived after she had left on assignment and had no idea who she was. “Give me a gun any day.”

It wasn’t that she was jealous, exactly... okay, so she was but she knew she had no reason to be. She didn’t think Clint was even capable of cheating on her, though she couldn’t truthfully claim she hadn’t wondered if he had taken her silence after his confession as proof that their relationship would never progress and had decided to move on. It wasn’t like he could have contacted her to tell her he had found someone who wasn’t afraid to show her affection.

Meeting his eyes again when he punched her shoulder, she propped her hands on her hips in mock irritation. “Just because I don’t hug everyone who does something nice for me or cry over every little thing doesn’t mean I’m a hardass.” Unless it was just Clint that this girl liked to throw herself at.