“Whatever do you mean?” Natasha replied as innocently as possible, squinting up at him. Chuckling at his reasoning for refusing her offer, she watched him for just a moment as he rubbed the sunblock over his chest before she let her eyes drift closed again. She heard him settle beside her, and for what felt like a long while she just listened. She could hear the rolling waves, the laughter of children, and Clint’s steady breathing beside her. All around her she heard the sounds of life, and it was this sweet cacophony that had her drifting in and out of wakefulness, never quite falling fully asleep, but enough that her mind cleared so there was nothing but sound and smell and feel.

“This may have to become a daily thing,” she said quietly, her voice sounding as lazy as she felt.