[Normally, Natasha would have been able to manage it anyway. Able to use her strength, turn her body into a fulcrum, just swing herself around his neck and take him off the ground. But she's weaker here, and she hates it.
But, there's an undeniable touch of comedy that makes her a little less prickly than she might have been otherwise, even if she still hits him in the shoulder, that brightness in her eyes and the set of her lips as he tugs her to his chest; it's almost a smile, if a touch exasperated.]
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But, there's an undeniable touch of comedy that makes her a little less prickly than she might have been otherwise, even if she still hits him in the shoulder, that brightness in her eyes and the set of her lips as he tugs her to his chest; it's almost a smile, if a touch exasperated.]
Usually that works better.