Stripping off her towel just before she was out of view, Natasha threw it into the washroom on the way by before disappearing into the bedroom. Moving straight to the closet she started pushing aside hangers, pursing her lips at the selection. He had more clothing than any other man she knew, save for probably Tony Stark. Hearing Clint’s words she grinned and dug deeper into the back of the closet.

Less than two minutes later she emerged, leaning against the doorframe. Seeing Clint stretched out on the sofa with his eyes closed she half considered leaving him be but quickly passed that thought off. “You mean like these?”

She was wearing a pair of leather pants and a matching jacket. The pants were too big so she had to hold them up with one hand since she hadn’t bothered to find a belt. With her other arm she leaned against the wall, her arms stretched partially over her head which opened the front of the jacket just enough to show off a good portion of her tight stomach and make it very obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything under the jacket. “What job did you ever need this for? Were you infiltrating a biker gang?”