Then...
"You're a student?" Clint asked, there was a tone Natasha could only describe as desperation in his voice.
"You don't think I live here on purpose do you?" he was making her nervous, so a poor attempt at humour was clearly her go-to response. Their apartment wasn't student-only accommodation, but it was in a part of town where a lot of students chose to live off campus. It was cheap, cramped and incredibly close to the subway.
"Nat?"
"Yes I'm a student... Why does that-"
"I work at the University" he replies, sadly. And Natasha feels the sudden slam of disappointment that he had felt moments earlier.
They both knew the rules. It was only a few weeks ago that one of the Professors had been fired for sleeping with a student, even if they weren't from the same department.
She didn't know what to say, couldn't formulate any words to express her feelings. Natasha had met him less than twenty four hours ago, but the time they'd spent together had been more meaningful than time she'd spent with anyone else...
Clint was watching her, she could feel his gaze even if she couldn't meet it.
"I should go" he told her, though he made no move to leave. Natasha nodded, without a word, making the move to stand first.
He stood too, she finally returned his gaze and in that moment Clint felt his resolve crumbling. Natasha didn't want him to leave, Clint didn't want to leave and somehow, silently they decided one more night together wouldn't do any harm.