Natasha smiled as he kissed yet again. It was strange, not being interrupted. Normally, they were thinking about Tony burst in on them with some low handed comment about their relationship or the Captain making comment about how they could be better spending their time or Thor just watching. Those men were awfully strange and not just because they were a super genius, or a super soldier, or a god with super human abilities. She curled up against Clint and kissed him again, here, alone, they didn't have to think about them bursting in or staring or judging. They could think just about themselves. That alone was weird. She sighed, "This is... odd..."