Lifting her head when Clint approached, Natasha smiled as he reclaimed his towel beside her, though her brow furrowed a little at the gentle kisses. It wasn’t a bad furrow; it was more that she was touched by the gesture, and reminded of just how real this was. There was life growing inside of her right now, a part of him and a part of her; it was terrifying and exciting and while she still didn’t know how to feel about it all, the simple gestures like that made it all seem so easy, if only for a moment.

“Hey,” she greeted back. Pushing herself up to sit, Natasha removed two water bottles from the bag, setting one beside Clint and uncapping the other for a sip. “Did you enjoy your swim?” she asked, running her fingers down his torso to feel the water warm on his skin.