“You’re not a bad spy,” Natasha replied. “You’re just not a very good one either.”

She just couldn’t resist.

“How could I forget?” He did paint a very nice image, though, and it was very tempting to take him up on the offer right then, but they had just started their day and she didn’t want to waste the good whether, even though time alone with Clint would never be a waste. “Sounds like a good way to end the day.” Sun and swimming first, of course, though that also left room for Clint to get his hand on her since Natasha was a firm believer in protecting her skin, especially when it was him applying the sunscreen.