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"You're kidding me, right?" Clint eyed the pink, furry handcuffs as though they had teeth and a malicious, sentient will.
Natasha just smirked. "This is revenge for the purple teddy."
"I said something purple, not a teddy," he reminded her for the nth time.
She snorted, uninterested. "You said something purple from that particular store."
Clint griped but let her snap one handcuff around his wrist and the other to the bed. She had clearly modified them a bit so he couldn't slip them.
"Nice."
She ignored the complaint and straddled him. "I told you Steve already had a girlfriend."