The drive was pleasant, the scenery beautiful, but Natasha was glad when they finally pulled up outside the small house and were able to get out of the car and stretch their legs. It had been a long day of traveling and being stuck in small spaces, but finally they had made it.

Following Clint into the house, she took in every sight and every smell. The air was warm yet fresh, and inside something a bit spicy. The house was simple but homey, looking loved and lived in with its dark furniture and simple design. The windows had been opened, the rooms aired out and dusted, and everything was prepared. It was an unexpected surprise, and Natasha felt herself warm to the place immediately. It was perfect, so much better than any resort could ever be with their usual hotel furniture and bland artwork.

Turning back to Clint, she didn’t even have time to speak any praise before he was pulling her in for a kiss. Sliding her arms around his waist, she held him loosely and kissed him back before smiling against his lips. “You definitely know how to pick a spot,” she said, opening her eyes to look up at him. “It’s lovely.”