Natasha + John
"I have heard that about you..." he answered with a sly smirk that was laced with deep affection. John's teasing was just letting Nat deal with this wave of emotions in her own time and in her own way.
"In other words, she thought you were a plant and tried to kill you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin. "I bet she was bloody delighted to see you," John's voice said with more emotion, "and I can't wait to get to know her." Natasha was always aware of who was where but today it was even more obvious she was keeping her sister where she could see her, as if she thought letting her out of her sight would cause her to vanish. How anyone could think her cold always baffled the fuck out of John, she loved harder than anyone he'd ever met. Probably how she'd swept him up in her vortex.
The kiss was welcome, the words were...interesting. "That's a great deal less comforting than you'd think, pet," he said flashing her a wince and playing along.
When he felt her hand in his pocket, he grimaced and hung his head. "Thought I'd got away with that one, too," John said with a low chuckle. "Now I have to explain to Mr Muscles why I don't have his precious naked-video. Thanks for that," he said giving her a gentle nuzzle. "I'll find a way to distract you one day," he promised Natasha softly.