"You think, you'll manage that? Stare at my glorious half naked, water dripping body all day and behave?"

Taking the risk of a jab in the ribs, Clint took his place in front of Natasha again and reached for her hands to wrap them around his waist.

"You'll love the market. Lots of stuff to see."

He smiled back at her warmly, letting her know, it was alright, they had no pressure at all and should make use of that.

Also, cuddling with her on the sofa for a few hours sounded just about perfect right now.

The ride didn't take that long anymore this time - he was getting familiar with the road again - but they were stopped by a not completely unexpected visitor at their front door. Again.

"You..."

Clint sighed and pointed a sharp finger at the kitten lying right at his front porch as if it had all right to.

"I know how to say the word no in thirty different languages. Don't even try."