Finally, and most importantly, because she could have gone without the clothing in a pinch, she retrieved the rifle from where it was leaned up against the wall, and slung it over her shoulder. Still amused, and tired, and still feeling exceptionally good from the evening's excursion, she looked back to him, still smiling.

"What is how you are saying, always in the old movies. 'Thank you for lovely time'." Like it had been a date. She didn't exactly see many of those in her future, and she had difficulty conceiving of a world in which the same would not be true for Tony Stark.