Clint likes to challenge gravity. The higher he is, the happier he is. And there are few places that can take him higher than the skyscrapers of Chicago.
Dubai, of course, offers some great views, but he finds that he prefers a lake view to one of never-ending sand.
It's only 9:30 when they complete their task, a regular reconnaissance mission in New City. They have nearly three hours before they have to return to the safe house S.H.I.E.L.D has set up for them near the border of Wisconsin.
Tasha's ahead of him. Her phone's open to Yelp, exploring potential dinner options.
But Clint already knows he wants to take her to the Hancock.
He wants her to taste the raspberry fizz, which tastes like mint-laced sex in a glass. And then he wants to sneak into the women's restroom with her—it has the best views of the city—and to lock the door and make love against the windows.
But, as usual, Natasha has her own ideas, and Clint soon finds himself with his back pinned against the window instead of on it, because Natasha likes the view.
As she smiles, he decides he likes the view too.