Fury had insisted on having a Halloween party this year; 'good for team building and boosting morale' he'd said.
Costumes were compulsory.
What's more; he insisted the Avengers must be in attendance and organised the party to take place at the tower.
"I'm not going"
"Oh come on Tasha, it'll be good"
"Barton, I'm not going"
"But I already got you a costume!"
"Clint, no"
"Come on Widow! It'll be fun"
"I'm surprised you're so enthusiastic Stark, especially after Fury commandeered your tower"
"Yeah well, I like Halloween"
"Would someone please explain to me this Midgardian festival?"
Tony turned to explain the concept of a Halloween party to Thor, as Steve eagerly listened in.
Clint continued his relentless nagging of Natasha:
"Pleasssse" he begged, slowly walking towards her, capturing her gaze with his. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her in towards him; holding her close. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.
"I got you a witch costume. You look sexy in black" he whispered, before returning to kiss her again, more passionately this time. She kissed him back, snaking her arms around his neck.
"Pretty please" he whispered while he kissed her, she smiled at his persistence but didn't answer back, too lost in his kiss; gentle hands caressing her back, stroking her hair from out of her face. She was becoming breathless but she didn't care; she needed this, needed Clint's touch more than she needed air. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath.
Natasha reached back up on her tiptoes to resume the kiss but Clint shook his head
"Kiss me again" she asked
"I will... At the party" he answered; a wicked grin on his face as he turned to walk away.
"Wow Romanoff, I didn't think you'd break so easily!"
"Shut it Stark!" she snapped, red flushing her cheeks before she turned to follow Clint from the room.