Oh, man, my friend and I kill at Taboo. We are the grand champions in our circle of friends and not allowed to be on the same team because of this. To see this in a fic was just fantastic.

70% of communication is non-verbal, so it really, really fits that Clint and Natasha would have a language of their own. Being in tune like that is one of my all-time favorite loves of any pairing, romantic or non. Though every section is full of delight and fun, I loooove the scene at the end, though, when Natasha's like, "I'ma pass out, and if you're nice, I'll let you in on the charade." That sort of camaraderie is hilarious and well-done.

Such a great read!