“Why would I ever want to do that?” she asked sweetly. “Trying to train another man to wait on me hand and foot as well as just how exactly to make me come so hard I blackout just sounds like far too much work.” She said the words in a conversational tone, like there was nothing raunchy about them at all, before shoveling a forkful of pasta into her mouth.

The food was excellent, and Natasha was starting to understand Clint’s worry about eating too much while he was here and getting out of shape. Fury would not be very impressed if two of his best agents returned from vacation and had to be put on a bootcamp type exercise regiment to get back to their former glory. She might have to start joining Clint on his morning runs.

Assuming her stomach didn’t decide to revolt in the morning again.

Ignoring that thought, they ate in comfortable silence until Clint pushed away his plate, signaling he was done. “I could use one myself,” she said around a mouthful of food. She definitely wanted to wash all the salt and sunscreen off of her skin before crawling into their clean bed.

Chewing thoughtfully for a moment, she considered his further statement. Even after they went back home and back to work, why couldn’t they take a part of this with them? Just because they put their lives at risk almost on a daily basis didn’t mean they couldn’t have some normalcy at him, did it? In fact, it was probably exactly the opposite. Maybe they needed a little normalcy, maybe that was what had been missing from their lives. Evenings when they weren’t on shift, time between missions... why couldn’t they spend it together, just like this? Not all of it, of course; they were still their own people and needed time to themselves, but just having meals together when they could, or more time spent relaxing... she quite liked the sound of it. “I think I could to,” she replied, swallowing the mouthful and looking over at him.