The water was getting too cold for comfort by the time, Natasha's breathing evened out, so Clint postponed any kind of cuddling to a later point.

He still went carefully, easy on her when he drew back his hand, waiting until she felt completely relaxed in his arms. A tender kiss onto her neck followed, and a short but tight hug, a very satisfied sigh rumbling in his chest, before he lazily reached for the tub plug with his toes and opened it.

Natasha still felt completely soft and exhausted against him, so kept her in his arms when he got up and angled for the next towel to wrap her into, soft, slow caresses rubbing her skin dry before she could start to freeze.

"You good?", he asked with a smile. "We can try the pasta in the freezer for lunch if you rather take it easy for the rest of the day."