It was a joke, of course, but it wasn’t an entirely bad idea, really. Their own business, maybe as bounty hunters? No, it was silly. No point to even think about it.

Letting out a soft sigh at his touch, she managed to eat a few more crackers before setting the plate aside and settling on the water instead. For a moment they sat in contemplative silence, listening to the quiet sounds outside; the cats and the people and the waves crashing on shore.

Looking over at him when he spoke again, Natasha’s brow furrowed. Capping the water bottle she set it on the bedside table before shifting around to lay on her side, facing him. She understood what he was saying, and while she didn’t have the years on her that he did, she had a lot of experiences that made up for them. Maybe this, all of it, was a wakeup call that they shouldn’t ignore. They couldn’t remain at the top of their game forever, and maybe it was time to start thinking of a plan B. Even the best field agents had a shelf life, and eventually they ended up relegated to desk work, or one day they simply didn’t make it back from a mission. Neither option was too appealing, to be honest.

“Maybe it’s time for a real change,” she said, tucking one hand under her pillow while reaching out to gently trace along his jaw with the other.