While Clint showered and changed, Natasha slipped outside to check on their little furry friend and was pleasantly surprised to find that Clint had already done so and had left more milk for her. “He pretends to be tough, but he’s really a softy,” she said to the little kitten, scratching it between the ears before heading back inside to wait.

She didn’t need to wait long, their whole military-esque lives had taught them to take quick showers, and when he emerged he looked ready for a day out, and positively delectable.

“Of course,” she replied, bypassing the hidden question of how she was feeling. She knew he wanted to ask if she wanted breakfast as well but was holding back, a fact she was thankful for. “But if they’re not set up yet we could always take a swim first.”

Turning around, she lifted her hair to reveal her neck where the midnight blue ties of her bikini top made a perfect bow. “Be prepared for anything, right?”