When Natasha pressed herself against him, Clint responded with reaching back, caressing her knee, just below the edge of her skirt. He could get used to this whole being close thing, alright. Once they would be back in their real lives, they would have to act more discreet again, of course, but right now he couldn't enjoy it more.

Soon enough though he concentrated on driving again. After all, he had promised her to be safe. And the Italian's idea of road safety was honking a few times before speeding around the next serpentine curve. If you were lucky. He kept it slow, let the young people on their scooters pass him by all the wanted and kept especially close to the edge when a bus outran them, as these were even more crazy.

Soon enough they had reached the beach valleys of Giardini with the narrow peninsular of Naxos reaching out far into a calm, dark blue ocean. Out there, somewhere along the small harbors, Clint planned to at least pay a certain little sea cruiser a short visit, but for today he wanted to take it slow.

He stopped in the next free spot in sight which wasn't hard to find. The parking spaces, all along the waist-high walls between beach and freeway, were half empty. The tourist season was as good as over, it was hard to ignore. Which was just perfect.

They could easily make their way through just a few sun-lovers on of the white pebble beaches. Quickly they had reached one of thee concentration of huge black rocks reaching far out into the water, that shaped the landscape so much. Clint jumped on one of them easily and held back just in time from offering Natasha a hand to help her up. She'd probably have his ass for such chivalry.

"Who makes it to the outer rim first?", he grinned.