A young woman stepped inside, chewing on her bottom lip and for a moment unsure what to say. "Agent Romanoff?" Clint lightly nudged Natasha, a smug grin on his face which earned him a punch on his chest from his partner. "Cut it out."
"W-We shouldn´t..." The blonde muttered and turned her head just a little to look at him. Letting out a low rumble, he poked his nose against hers before gently and lovingly pressing his lips against hers.
Slowly turning around, she finally looked at him when she heard his words. Well, he was right, but thinking of it hurt. And maybe it was even good that he was here now.
