Natasha was used to traveling, had spent a good part of her life en route from one place to the next, but that didn’t mean she actually enjoyed it. She liked seeing other parts of the world, but the actual travel part was tedious and uncomfortable. Getting a long, hot shower to wash away the grimy feeling that travel left, and crawling into bed sounded really good right about then.

She agreed to Clint’s suggestion with a smile and a nod. Finishing her coffee she got to her feet, stretching a little, before reaching for his hand again to hold as they walked. She wanted to keep him close, just in case, she she also secretly enjoyed the normalcy of the action. “We could play ‘I Spy’ with the types of planes,” she said, smirking at the choice of words. It would hardly be a challenge, though; they could both identify every aircraft out there in their sleep.