Clint opened half an eyelid in surprise when Natasha started reading out loud and turned his head to her to watch her. Unicorns and magic and fantasy... Not what he would pick himself for entertainment.

But hearing it in Natasha's voice, this rich promising rough timbre that could tell whole stories with each syllable if she allowed it... It certainly made it worth listening.

And he just didn't get tired of watching her like this, relaxed, doing things solely for fun. There was that cute little crinkle of concentration between her brows that she probably wasn't even aware of. Reading out loud wasn't something they had to do often in their line of work and it was a challenge for voice and language. Clint knew that first hand, from many lessons of speech training without his hearing implants, in case of emergency.

Natasha's English was flawless, without a trace of accent if she willed it to, but reciting a whole new text like that on first read, in her second language... He felt she had to slow down a little from her usual efficient professionalism, and he liked it. Relaxing, slowing down, that was what they had come for here after all.

He felt too exhausted to keep on watching her all the time but he certainly kept on listening, even with his eyes closed, drifting between a little dozing and just enjoying the sun on his skin and his partner telling him things about speaking animals. It was as close to perfect as it could get.

"I hope this has a happy ending", he chuckled once when Natasha had to take a breath. "Suffering animals make me cry."