Clint peeked out from behind the shower wall, acknowledging Natasha's nudity with a short grin, and grabbed a towel. He didn't trust himself with inviting her in, so he got himself at least dry enough to grab some sweatpants for the rest of the evening. Then he made space for her, in case she wanted to shower too.
"Um... I'll just take a short look downstairs, make sure, that generator won't die on me before they bring the new one."
Fortunately he sounded far more casual than he felt after that short silly little idea he had just gotten in the shower. Probably Natasha would just laugh, or find it awkward or something, tell him to grow up... But for once he really did need to make a short check on the house, he always did in the evening, when he slept at home. These five minutes had become something of a ritual, mostly more to relish this seldom known feeling of security, of something that was his and that he was needed in. And since he already had to put on a jacket and shoes for that... Well, then he could as well do a short visit in that shop next door, owned by a very friendly, quiet old man who pretty much was the only person except for Natasha Clint wanted to deal with today still.
"Back in a second."
Hopefully his slightly red cheeks could be blamed on the shower. Though he did have a feeling, Natasha knew him far too well anyway to buy it.
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Clint peeked out from behind the shower wall, acknowledging Natasha's nudity with a short grin, and grabbed a towel. He didn't trust himself with inviting her in, so he got himself at least dry enough to grab some sweatpants for the rest of the evening. Then he made space for her, in case she wanted to shower too.
"Um... I'll just take a short look downstairs, make sure, that generator won't die on me before they bring the new one."
Fortunately he sounded far more casual than he felt after that short silly little idea he had just gotten in the shower. Probably Natasha would just laugh, or find it awkward or something, tell him to grow up... But for once he really did need to make a short check on the house, he always did in the evening, when he slept at home. These five minutes had become something of a ritual, mostly more to relish this seldom known feeling of security, of something that was his and that he was needed in. And since he already had to put on a jacket and shoes for that... Well, then he could as well do a short visit in that shop next door, owned by a very friendly, quiet old man who pretty much was the only person except for Natasha Clint wanted to deal with today still.
"Back in a second."
Hopefully his slightly red cheeks could be blamed on the shower. Though he did have a feeling, Natasha knew him far too well anyway to buy it.