Natasha had full intentions of helping Clint with the kitchen clean-up, but by the time she’d roused herself out of her musings he was already done and heading to the washroom. She thought of joining him in the shower but her limbs felt heavy and she didn’t even notice she was dozing off until she heard Clint return to the room.

Lifting her head from her hand, she gave him a sleepy grin when he straddled his chair despite the fact that he was wearing only a towel. “I think I would just fall asleep in it,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “I’ll just clean up at the sink.” The quicker she was clean the quicker they could just go to bed. It was still fairly early but it felt like they had been awake for several days straight, and considering how little they really had been sleeping lately, fighting sleep now would probably be counterproductive. “Just as soon as I can make myself move.”