[Natasha smirks down at him, winded herself, copper curls damp and stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck. She keeps him pinned there for a moment before straightening, leaning back against his bent knees as she catches her breath.]
Looks like I was right and you've been slacking off to the range too much after all.
[It's said teasingly as her hands drop to her thighs, because even on an off-day Clint gives her a workout. They've been doing this for years, improving their skills on each other. She has a slight edge here, in hand to hand, just as he has one on the range.
Back home, they'd usually have spectators by now. The junior agents (and sometimes senior, as well) usually had a betting pool running on who would come out on top on any given day.
But it had still felt good, this. It's been too long since they've been in the same place long enough to indulge in it.]
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Looks like I was right and you've been slacking off to the range too much after all.
[It's said teasingly as her hands drop to her thighs, because even on an off-day Clint gives her a workout. They've been doing this for years, improving their skills on each other. She has a slight edge here, in hand to hand, just as he has one on the range.
Back home, they'd usually have spectators by now. The junior agents (and sometimes senior, as well) usually had a betting pool running on who would come out on top on any given day.
But it had still felt good, this. It's been too long since they've been in the same place long enough to indulge in it.]