Natasha laughed at Clint’s attempt at being inconspicuous, but she humoured him and watched him from the buoys while he swam back to shore. His strokes were a little uneven at first but he recovered quick enough and was no worse for wear by the time he had his feet under him again.

Alone once more, she dove deep into the clear, warm water, using strong, smooth kicks to propel her toward shallower water before finally surfacing again. Making her way back to their towels, she didn’t bother to dry off, just sat cross legged on her own towel and let the sun dry the water droplets from her skin. She felt refreshed, albeit still a little tired, but definitely better than yesterday. Maybe it was just a bug made worse by fatigue and travel and she was finally getting over it. All that really mattered was that right now she felt good, and it was about time she really got to enjoy this vacation.

Slipping her sunglasses back over her eyes, Natasha smiled when Clint returned with three cups in hand and took a seat across from her. “Are we having company?” she asked, surveying her choices before selecting the orange one.