Clint smiled against her fingertip and left a small kiss on it, still with closed eyes, trying to find his way out of this comfortable haze.

"Hm-hm, but we're totally continuing this next time we're here. Now I want to know how the story ends."

Not wanting Natasha to end up with a sunburn was enough motivation to get up, stretching and yawning, and angling his way into his clothes. They were packed quickly, working with the efficiency of years, and on their way back to their scooter while Clint was still trying to blink the tiredness from his eyes. He did spot his little friend with the ball from before, though, and shortly waved at the kid, smiling when he was greeted back enthusiastically.

While he fortunately didn't burn easy himself at all, his own skin felt dry and salt crusted. A shower and a few lazy minutes on the sofa before diner were definitely in order. He emptied his water bottle during the short walk and grimaced at the stale lukewarm taste that didn't really help freshen him up. Stopping by their ride, he played with the keyring indecisively.

"Want to throw a coin for the wheel?"