"Natasha," Bruce says cautiously, studying the young assassin's face as she looks down at the surveillance photos. "You know that Clint's undercover, right? And that-"

"Of course," Natasha replies crisply. She bares her teeth in an alarming smile and sweeps the photos back into their file. "Lunch?"

"Umm, of course."

Clint and Steve get back from their mission two days later. Natasha and Banner are waiting to meet them when they touch down. As soon as Clint gets off the plane, Natasha begins to stalk determinedly towards him.

"Oh, hey, Tash-" But he doesn't get any further, because Natasha grabs his shirt, pulls him closer to her, and places her lips on his. It's an unapologetically passionate kiss.

Steve looks at the two in surprise and then over to Bruce for an explanation.

Banner shrugs, then mouths "She saw the photos."

Steve nods, mouth open in an "ahh" expression.

"Ah, Tash," Clint teases, later, looking down at the mission surveillance pictures. "Were you jealous?"

"No," she says flatly, "I just don't like you kissing other women."

Clint laughs softly. "Kind of what that means."

She glares at him.

"Don't worry," he says, putting his arms around her waist and tugging her to him, "I don't like kissing them nearly as much as I like kissing you."

"You better not."

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