She knew he was still reluctant to eat anything, and honestly she felt the same, but she knew they had to. She would likely wake up sick in the morning again, and with little to bring up it would be even more unpleasant. As for Clint, he wasn’t doing himself any favours either, and the last thing either of them needed was him getting lightheaded while driving into town. For now she let it go, though, deciding to press the issue later, after a relaxing bath. Maybe it would help.

Once they were in the spotless bathroom Natasha drew a warm bath, opting out of any scented products. She’d had enough with the cleaning supplies, so a mild soap was all she planned on using this time. Gathering towels and cloths to set within reach, she stripped off the sweaty clothes and tossed them toward the washer. Somehow they had fallen into the routine of Clint being the one to take care of washing the laundry so she thought little of it as she stepped into the tub. Settling back against the side, she held her hand out to Clint to join her. She knew he wasn’t in the mood to really let his hands wander right now, but she really didn’t want him touching her stomach right now either; she just wanted to wrap her arms around him and settle her face against his shoulder so hopefully he would accept the reversed positions this time.