When Clint laughed and closed his eyes, Natasha merely smiled and turned her head back toward the sky again. Lying here with him, here, like this... she couldn’t remember a time she had ever felt more at peace. There was always something going n in the back of her mind, some mission to look toward, some past transgression haunting her, but right now she felt none of this. Right now she felt only calm, only loved, only peaceful.

His leg brushed hers underwater, barely a touch but it made her smile, made her stretch out her fingers to his in a touch just as light. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him moving beside her but was unprepared for the sudden kiss, though it didn’t take her long to recover and reciprocate, her hand moving up to cup the back of his head.

She kissed him softly, lazily, just enjoying the moment. His lips, his hair - everywhere she touched him was warm from the sun, and she wanted to wrap herself in that warmth and lose herself in it.