The walk was pleasant, and while Natasha appeared perfectly casual, her observant eyes were taking in everything around them. It wasn’t as if she had never been to Italy before, but this was different. This was a part of Clint, something that was clearly very important to him, and he had chosen to share it with her. He wanted her to be a part of this life, this secret paradise he kept to himself for so long, and she couldn’t have expressed how much that meant to her even if she tried.

She smiled at the woman with the kittens, and paused just long enough to scratch one behind the ear before falling into step once again beside Clint. They met no one else, and she almost fell behind a moment when he picked up his pace, but soon it was made very clear that this wasn’t just a walk, that he had a destination in mind.

Taking a seat beside him, Natasha looked around them, trying to memorize every detail. When she turned her gaze to Clint she noted how shiny his eyes looked and leaned over just enough to rest her shoulder agains his while she looked out at the water once more. She didn’t mention it, didn’t say anything, just let him soak up the sights and smells that seemed to have such an affect on him.

Maybe that was how it felt to have a home.