Black Widow
Natasha was surprised to hear Clint counting. The agent's eyes widened. This could only mean one thing..
"WAITWAITWAITWAITWAI-" Natasha tried to stop him, trying not to laugh, but she had already been chucked onto her bed. She yelped as she was swallowed by the mattress and pinned down, unable to hold back her own fit of laughs.
When Clint let her go, she followed him up, but just stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, lifting an eyebrow at his change of plans, then looking his outfit up and down. "Yeahh, that might be a good idea." she said, getting up and grabbing her dress. "Meet here after you're done?" she suggested, stepping back towards him and patting him on the chest. "Oh, and try not to look
too handsome." she grinned humorously before turning and walking into her bathroom to change.