“I don’t know what you mean,” Natasha replied, giving him a completely blank look. She thought of taking her towel and helping him dry off, but he had already moved on to trying to get her back with his little show involving his own towel. It had become a game between them, this teasing each other in public to either get the other all hot and bothered, or to see who broke first.

As far as Natasha was concerned she always won; Clint’s libido was much more active and easily switched on than her own.

Crossing her arms, she watched him with raised eyebrows, unabashedly taking in every inch of skin he took upon himself to flash her. It wasn’t that she was entirely unaffected, but the whole thing was more amusing than anything. “Are you done?” she asked when he finally seemed to be finished with changing his clothes. The fact that he was going commando now could prove to be fun later. “It takes you longer to get ready than I do. The market must be open by now.”