Clint took her little attempt of rebellion not serious for even a moment. He fucked many things up, alright, but breakfast he could do just fine. He inhaled his own helping in record time, feeling a little more orientated and full of energy with every sip of his coffee. Though he did try very much not to stare, having a naked Natasha right in front of him tended to be distracting, so he willfully forced his eyes to the window after a while.

After the storm yesterday things were looking a lot brighter with growing daylight, maybe even like there would be a bit of sunshine for a change. While he wouldn't have minded staying in bed all day, he wanted to leave her that choice.

"Should we do some shopping for our little trip later? Or do we just enter the plane and stop for everything we need on the way?"