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It wouldn't be the first time they'd gone undercover as a married couple. They fell into the playacting pretty quickly, giving each other sweet smiles, catching hold of each other's hands, the familiarity of touch. Yes, the ring indentations on their fingers weren't there, but that could be explained away with the simple word, 'Newlyweds'.
"Picture of you?" a pert young man said, holding up a camera.
Clint slipped his arm around Natasha's waist, snugging her up close, kissing her on the temple as the flash went off.
"That'll be a good one!" the young man said, giving them a tag with a number on it.
Natasha accepted it, tucking it into Clint's pocket. He smiled, turning her toward the elevator cars. "C'mon, honey, let's get on that honeymoon."
And the whole job they needed to do before they could actually relax again.