Even though they hadn’t had time to talk much, what little they had said had been enough to break the tension and return the ease to their interactions. As per usual, when it came to small talk, Clint did most of the talking, and Natasha enjoyed playing tourist for a little while, looking at all the places he pointed out and laughing at his silly jokes and stories. How she had gone over three months without this she wasn’t sure, but while she never wanted to do so again she couldn’t help but think it hadn’t been an entirely bad thing.

She waited in the car while he picked up the pizza, knowing she didn’t even have to tell him what she wanted on it because he always knew, and she even humoured him by holding it carefully in her lap while he drove them back to the tower.

She was just unfastening her seatbelt when he leaned over to kiss her and this time he didn’t get away so easily. Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck she didn’t waste time replying to his words, just brought his lips back to hers to kiss him deeply as if reminding herself of the shape of his mouth, the taste on his tongue. Only when she was in danger of tipping the pizza over and simply throwing herself at him did she pull back. “Maybe we should move this upstairs...”