"Remind me why we're out here." Clint moaned, pulling the fur parka closer to him. Natasha glanced at her partner and chuckled.
"Because we're searching for a missing SHIELD officer, just like the file said." She handed him a hand warmer, which he stuck down his shirt. Natasha quirked an eyebrow at her partner and smirked.
"Really Barton? It isn't that cold."
"Says you. You were born in this type of weather." Clint huffed, his eyes widening at the breath that escaped his mouth in steam. She laughed at his expression and moved closer to him, tucking herself under the large coat.
"You're such a drama queen, Barton. I would think your skin would be thicker by now." She murmured, tucking her face into his neck. She felt him relax slightly against her.
"Stop it, Tasha. I'm trying to be mad at you. Having you cuddle up against me is hindering my ability to do so."
"You could never really be mad at me. It's not in your nature." She smiled into his neck before placing a kiss there.
"Well, I can still be mad about the situation we're in." He replied, finally wrapping his arms around her wait. She smiled, knowing he had given up.
"There isn't much we can do Clint. We complete what we were sent here to do." She raided his hands to her mouth and blew into them.
"We could just leave. There is always that option."
"That is never an option, Clint. You know that as well as I do. We just have to make this best of the situation at hand until we finish."
Clint groaned and buried his face in her hair, eliciting a few small giggles from her.
"Sorry Clint, but we have a job to do."
"I can think of at least three other things I would rather be doing with you." Natasha's eyes narrowed, and she frowned.
"You shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that right now. We are working"
"We could be quick Tasha." Clint smirked, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Clint, even though your idea sounds nice, need I remind you. We. Are. Working." He frowned, and pulled her into his lap. She eyed him silently. He eyed her back, smiling.
"C'mon Tasha. Real quick." He moaned.
"Clint, with you it is never 'real quick'. The answer is a 'no'." Clint rolled his head back in great exaggeration, and groaned.
"Taaasha, please."
"When we're done."