"Yeah? You wanna?" Clint asks. He's surprised. They've tried a few times before and it never works out because one of them gets jealous or something. Natasha still needs to do her job, and Clint didn't always appreciate the methods she used. But it's been so long now, and they've denied themselves enough. He doesn't want to keep waiting. Natasha's job is her job, and Clint understands now that even though she might use her body to get the information she needs, she doesn't love any of them, not like she loves him.

He gathers Nat up in his arms and presses a sloppy, sated kiss to her cheek. "Let's do it then. I think as long as we can have like, not rules, but understandings, we'll be good, you know? We love each other, we can figure it out."