That did it, he finally broke and touched her, but to Natasha’s surprise he didn’t linger. Straightening back up and turning to face him again she smirked at him. “Been working on your control, Barton?” she teased, stepping closer to him until the spray of the shower washed over her, carrying the soap suds down her body. “As a reward you can have me in any position you want... when we get out of here.”

Letting the water wash over her head to rinse the salt from her hair, she kept close to him, barely a breath between their bodies but never actually touching him.