Clint pressed her a little closer to him instead of an answer and caressed her arm and shoulder with softly circling fingertips while they walked, leaving the cheerful scene behind. Definitely had been fun and it demanded for a repeat performance, but by now he felt a little hungry too. It had been too long since the last time a really good swordfish steak had been on his plate.

When they reached the stairs up to the small building which was partly hovering straight over the water, he leaned down to put his sneakers back on. With that boyish grin spreading on his lips again, he turned to Natasha, still kneeling, and held his hand out to her.

"Need help with these shoes, Mylady?"

Of course she was perfectly capable of doing this herself, but sometimes you just really wanted to pamper your girl a bit.