[She knows she surprised him - she surprised herself, because she hadn't planned on giving those thoughts voice. But this was Clint, and he was an exception to almost all her rules, had been, since he'd dragged her in out of the cold. Made her a home, whether she'd wanted one or not. And she hadn't, not in those first days. It hadn't been easy to trust, to change. To accept.

She owed him a debt she could never repay. She'd never even come close. but she'd spend every day trying, all the same.

Natasha gives him a faint smile and nudges his ankle with her foot.] That sounds like a plan. Maybe we should invite the Captain and make it Strip Poker Night. I'm sure Coulson will thank us.