Rooftops

Natasha always liked these quiet little moments. There was a strange pleasure in the uncertainty of just having finished a mission and not yet knowing where she would be send next. She always sought out high up places to enjoy and just take a breath, looking over whichever city she was in for the current mission. The only certainty was that Clint would always find her there. Stepping up behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and kissed her neck lightly. Smiling, she leaned back against him. Yes, these moments really were her favourite part of any mission.