"You know, sooner or later we'll have to worry about how to get shopping done."

Clint tried it for exactly five seconds to resist but damn... That wasn't something, Natasha was offering everyday. And though he really had all good intentions of not getting caught up in another game before they were ready to go tomorrow... No one said, you couldn't stir anticipation, right?

So after a moment of hesitation he did take the invitation of the half open door and made himself comfortable leaning against the sink, watching every of Natasha's moves with an appreciative smile.

"Someone has to take care of you, right? I mean, the things that could happen to you while you're under the shower..."