Clint woke up still feeling half hungover but physically more rested. That was as good as it would get today.

He took a minute of letting himself getting orientated this time, just feel Natasha's soothing presence near, the light weight of her form next to his on the mattress. Her light breathing that let him know she was far from being asleep. Well, at least one of them had kept track of the time then...

"Guh."

He murmured something unintelligible and cracked one lip open but quickly closed it again. Too bright. Coffee. Now. Then... well, getting ready. For... for something he didn't want to think about yet, not when he was feeling like after sucking on a bottle of whiskey half of the night.

"'ow late? Ya' sleep any at all?"