"Cruel woman."

Clint chuckled and quickly got his leg out of reach. Natasha knew exactly where to make it sting if she wanted to. They would attract quite the attention if they got into a playful sparring session right now.

Soon enough though, it was Natasha's turn to fall into a much too serious tune for an afternoon in the sun, and he immediately regretted not continuing the teasing instead. It wasn't like he didn't understand her, on the contrary. It was only by mostly trying not to think about the still very present risks too much, that he got through the day. Right now there wasn't really anything they could do besides waiting and hoping. They both weren't too good at that.

"We will, and it will be awesome."

He lowered his head for a quick kiss to her forehead and tried to put all optimism he found inside into his words while his hand wandered back to her belly, just resting there warmly.

"Just think about it, lonely beach, star-shine on the water... We'll roast marshmallows, sing stupid country songs and then..."

His grin turned definitely dirty, making further spoken speculations unnecessary.