"True. I'm getting old. Should have seen me in my youth, giving whole concerts for the sofa and the floor lamp while working on my weapons. Two hours without breaking a sweat."

Clint let out a snort when he crashed on the sofa and emptied half of his glass in one go. With his legs comfortably stretched there was still enough room for Natasha to occupy the slightly shorter square part. The last thing he wanted to do was smothering her, though he certainly wouldn't mind if she wanted to cuddle by his side instead. The music was still on, but he had tuned it down to a soft background noise, very helpful to relax when he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

Something poked into his back under a pile of pillows, deeply enough stuck between cushions and arm rest to even have slipped Angelina's sharp sight. Mildly confused, Clint dug out a book that he couldn't place. Until he remembered that he had been through a short horror phase once. Usually he got enough horror in his everyday life to avoid that kind of stuff... Well, mostly. Natasha would surely confirm that an embarrassing part of his movie collection consisted of that stuff. And now he remembered that this guy, King, had kept him company pretty well during a few boring sleepless nights. And yes, it was undeniably his, the dog ear in the middle of the book proved it.

"Yep, I've been the perfect bachelor", he commented, dropping the pretty weathered looking book on the table.