Natasha stood in the kitchen, sipping the remainder of her water, when Clint returned. She let her eyes rake over him as his did the same to her before smiling and tossing him a fresh bottle.

“Then you better get changed,” she said, though the idea of breakfast made her stomach flip over in a very unpleasant way. “How early does the market open?”

She had a beach bag ready to go with water, sunscreen and towels. She hoped to pick up a book or two at the market to add to it, but if they were too early then maybe a quick dip in the ocean before shopping could be just what the doctor ordered.