Natasha's hand found its way into his hair as they continued to kiss, uninterrupted. It was weird, having no one stop them. Since there was no one who would, Natasha pulled back to catch her breath. She looked at Clint and laughed again, removing her hand from his hair and resting it on his neck, "You, Hawkeye, are awfully red tonight."

She leaned against him rather than leaning in for another kiss. She smiled at him and gave him a small peck on his cheek, "Why the blush this time around?" She asked as her hand gently rubbed the back on his neck, trying to relax him a little more.