Natasha stayed seated on the edge of the tub while Clint undressed and climbed into the tub to mix the water. She certainly wasn’t going to complain about the view, even if she really didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.

When he pulled her into his arms she went gladly, wrapping her own arms around his shoulders and leaning into him. She hadn’t planned on washing her hair again but she didn’t even try to keep it out of the spray of water as she leaned her head against him and closed her eyes.

“You mean besides your skin?” she couldn’t resist teasing despite everything.