"Shouldn't be much of a problem. They can send a hardcopy to a postal office in the capital. That's a nice trip for us to see a little bit of the countryside."

Clint carefully wrapped one of her curls around a fingertip and used the others to tickle Natasha's neck, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Since we probably can't go on that boat trip I promised you, unless little peanut and your stomach find an agreement... At least that way I get to show you around."