Just the mention of food made his stomach growl, and he was out of the tub, toweled off and dressed in record time. “I’ll be a few minutes,” she said, amused as he practically ran from the house, leaving her alone to get ready. It could be just so he could more easily resist temptation and not distract her while she dressed, but she had the feeling he had something up his sleeve.

Dressing in a simple, powder-blue sundress, Natasha brushed out her hair, letting it fall in red waves to her shoulders. Applying a bit of light, neutral make-up, she strapped on her shoes and grabbed the small purse she had brought along. She hated carrying the things, but it was too warm for a jacket, and it probably helped to keep up appearances. Most normal women carried purses, right?

Slipping on a pair of sunglasses, she stepped out onto the front porch to find Clint waiting for her on a scooter. She had heard the sound of the engine coughing to life but had assumed it was a neighbour.

She tried to contain her smile.

“This is going to wreak havoc on my hair,” she said as she stepped down from the porch, locking the door behind her. To be honest, she was equal parts amused and excited. “You are full of surprises, Barton,” she said with complete and utter affection as she settled herself behind him on the bike.