"I better not see you smiling over there. This is your fault, red."

Clint pointed a finger at her, pretending to pout, and wrapped the towel around his waist then, still shivering.

Natasha obviously had no plans on changing clothes anytime soon, but he obviously wasn't that lucky. Well, revenge could be so sweet...

He made sure to take his time wriggling out of his improvised bathing trunks under that towel. And winding his pants back on with the same efforts, without giving any of the passing joggers or people walking their dogs a free show. If that towel maybe slipped one or few times, just for Natasha to see, it was clearly by accident.