Before Clint could act on his desires he had in mind for Natasha, he glanced to the side before looking at her. "My old cabin. I go there sometimes." He reached out and ran his fingers along the bite he had made on her neck and brought his fingers to his lips, licking the blood up, his eyes never leaving hers.
He remembered Elena's words suddenly. "There's rebel camps around. You and the pipsqueak will be safer there than out here on your own."