Despite the not too comfortable ground, Clint wouldn't have minded at all, spending a little more time here with Natasha in his arm. They had spent whole nights on harder floors. And they had nowhere to be until tomorrow.

He actually felt the tiredness from before coming back, from the few minutes of dozing in her apartment. Closing his eyes for a while sounded pretty good right now, just like this, with his hand softly placed on her neck and her body breathing against his...

But in one of his deep, content sighs suddenly mixed the sound of his stomach rumbling so loud that Natasha probably would be half dead for the next two hours.

Clint huffed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Sorry. Blame it on your exceptional skills."