Natasha flexes her fingers inside their new metal casing and smiles that wolfish grin of hers- electric and hungry and, frankly, terrifying. It’s hot as hell. Tony twitches the tube running out from his shirt to the gauntlet.
“There you go. All hooked up.”
He shifts, suddenly, inexplicably nervous. “You’ve got your hand on my heart, there, basically.”
She raises one perfect red eyebrow at him, and he feels the aforementioned organ lurch. Just a little.
“Be careful with it, huh?”
There’s a faint whine as the gauntlet’s repulsor powers up, light pulsing in Natasha’s palm, and her eyes flicker as she scans the room for targets. Tony gets the feeling he’s just made a brilliant, wonderful mistake.
“I’m making no promises, Stark.”