“I’ve got all day,” Natasha replied, though they both knew that Clint was by far the patient one of the two of them. He had to be with his job, often having to sit for hours watching a particular place or person before he could take the shot. His patience was certainly something to be admired.

Tucking her other arm beneath her head, Natasha mimicked him, letting her head rest on it and smiling at him.

“I will keep that in mind,” she replied, grinning a bit more wickedly at his confession. “I can actually get my leg behind my head, you know.” Not that she was bragging, except she definitely was, though it was just to see his reaction. “And don’t forget, I plan to make sure you get plenty of exercise.”