"You hit me," Clint said, swiping at the cut on his lip.

"So?" Natasha said with a little smirk as she aimed another punch at him. He blocked it with ease this time. "Wasn't the first time, won't be the last."

He grinned and tried to sweep her legs.

"I thought this was supposed to be a friendly little sparring match."

She shrugged and smirked at him again as she bounced out of reach of his next punch too.

"Practice isn't any good unless you get some real shots in."

HIs grin changed to something a little more predatory and he picked up one of the staffs on the floor next to the mats.

"Oh yeah? Then show me what you got," he said, spinning the staff expertly and approaching her.

They danced back and forth across the mat, making and avoiding moves until Natasha was suddenly backed up against the wall, the staff in Clint's hands tight against her throat.

"Gotcha," he crowed.

She easily knocked the staff aside.

"Only because I wanted to be gotten," she said huskily mere moments before she kissed him.