Natasha loved it when Clint washed her hair. The feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp was relaxing, and while he didn’t take the time he normally would, his gentle touch was still exactly what she needed.

Closing her eyes while he worked, she concentrated on his touch, on the warm water cascading over her, on the gentle scent of the shampoo. By the time he had finished she was decidedly more relaxed than she had been.

Looking up at him once he’d wiped the water from her eyes, part of her wanted to point out that that coffee wasn’t a substitute for breakfast, so perhaps he wasn’t fed enough either, but she held her tongue. “Do you have any travel mugs?” She didn’t have time to nurse a cup of tea, but the hot liquid was always a comfort. Taking it with might be nice. A mug of tea and her bucket and she would be ready to go.