"So, wanna take a bet on how many times this happens again?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, ignoring Clint's smirk as she snatched back the bra he was holding in the air like a trophy. "Aren't you tired of losing money, Barton?"

"I didn't say we should bet money." His smirk widened. Natasha just shook her head.

"What happens in Budapest stays in Budapest."

"Well. We are still here--exfil isn't for another three hours."

Natasha considered. There was a lot they could do in three hours.

"What the hell." She tossed her bra back on the floor--it would only wind up there again anyway.