"If you want me to behave, beautiful, you have to stop this."
Clint didn't even try not to stare at her legs and the other parts of her skin the towel revealed in this position, slightly red from the bath, smooth and totally inviting to bury his face there right away.

Before he could follow the thought any further, they were interrupted quite impolitely.
"Great. Just had the damn generator replaced."

Clint pouted a little, silently already going through the expenses to be expected if there would be yet another power problem in the house. Working for S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't exactly make you rich.

At least he had indeed made the right arrangements for such occasions, because yeah. Not the first time.

"Wardrobe drawer. If we're lucky, we'll get that petrol lamp going too I brought from Egypt back then. At least you don't have to watch horrible movies with me tonight, huh?"

Sighing, he grabbed for the shower head to wash the foam off his body, without putting up a show this time. A towel wrapped lazily low around his hips, wetness still trailing from his skin, he followed Natasha to the living room and went to the kitchen corner.

"Water? Booze? Orange juice?"