In all honesty Natasha hadn’t been sure. The thing about the solo missions was that she was really good at them, the best, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed them. She was growing tired of the extended periods of being someone else, of being away from everything and everyone she cared about. Gaining people’s trust only to stab them in the back had been easy until she’d done it to Tony and Pepper. Tony she could handle, he hadn’t exactly been a peach the whole time, but Pepper... it had taken a long time to regain Pepper’s trust after that, something that Natasha had been surprised to find had genuinely bothered her.

Still, she hadn’t been sure until that very moment, until she heard it in Clint’s voice just how bad he wanted it to be true. “It’s what I want,” she confirmed, returning his smile. She didn’t even stop him when he kissed her, though she had to give him credit for keeping it brief.

His suggestion to leave was exactly what she wanted to hear. She had been so close to just suggesting he blow off the rest of the day, but it was probably better he decided to do so on his own. “Take out and clean sheets? How can I possibly say no?” Who cared that it was only early in the afternoon; it sounded like the perfect way to spend the rest of the day. Pulling out of his arms, she was already heading for the door. “Let’s get going before someone comes looking for you.”