"Must be something in the air", Clint replied with still half a bite of orange in his mouth, and started licking off the juice off his fingers with pleasure then. God, you forgot so quickly that fruit tasted to much better when it wasn't transported over half the globe and stored for months first.

For a while he busied himself with vitamins and getting awake enough for coherent conversation and only stole quick, admiring glances to his side in between. Natasha had been nice enough to cover herself enough, at least most of it... The rest of soft curves and pale skin lingering on his mind he could handle.

Also, it was nice for once just enjoying the mood, the missing pressure of making use of every minute. Pondering about what the day could bring without making a strict time table. Birds outside the window were having their morning chats, other than that the city was still asleep and would be for a while.

"On Wednesdays there's always the big street market", he finally threw in after his last bit of coffee. Today was only Tuesday but they should be fine. "We can get the stuff we still need to lay low for a few weeks there. For now we've got everything we need here, I think. And we can try out my favorite restaurant later. If you're not much in a hurry to unpack... It's still cool enough for a walk."