"Tasha, you know you're my favourite," he tells her. He would have married her way back when, when they were trying to go after Iron Man. He would have welcomed her back into his arms. Hell, he'd married Bobbi, and still, half his heart belonged to Natasha. He'd loved Bobbi, of course, but still. There was still so much feeling inside of him, all for Natasha.

"I'm just glad you said yes," Clint replies, grinning at her. He presses a kiss to her temple and pulls his phone up so that he can look through the park options. "You gonna let me fuck you in one of these mouse hats?" He's actually not all that familiar with Disney, but he at least knows who Mickey Mouse is.

He sets his phone aside after a few moments of looking and then rolls Natasha on top of him. They've still got some celebrating to do, after all. "How would you feel if I spent the next hour or two with my face in your pussy, working you up over and over?" he asks. Sometimes, Natasha needs him to take control, for him to tell her what to do in bed. He's not good at it, considering he generally just loves pleasing his partners. But he'd do anything for her, including taking control every once in a while.