“Suit yourself,” Natasha replied, letting her hair drop back down, “But I intend to buy a book at the market if I can find one and relaxing in the sand, so later I may have to watch you... after you make sure I’m completely covered in sunscreen, of course.”

Throwing a few last minute items into the bag, and grabbing a few empties for the market, Natasha joined Clint outside, a delighted smile lighting up her face when he offered her the keys. She was perfectly content to sit back and let him drive, but it was easier to remember the territory and how to get around if she did it herself, something he clearly understood about her.

“I’ll try not to be too reckless,” she said, placing her items in the boot and taking the keys from Clint before climbing in behind the wheel.