Clint took longer than expected to join her in the bathroom, and it wasn’t until she had shut the water off that he finally showed. “Did we really make that much of a mess?” she asked with an amused grin. While she had been waiting she had taken the time to tie her hair up out of the way and clean the make-up off her face. She had also noted a few little marks on her skin but nothing so dark as the one he had given her back in New York, the one she had retaliated for by mirroring it on his skin.

Seeing that Clint was waiting for her to get into the tub first, Natasha stepped in and seated herself near the middle, leaving room for him to get in behind her. As much as she loved to wrap her arms around him and bury her face against his back, she figured he would relax more if he wasn’t worried about putting his weight against her. Besides, her breasts were still rather tender so it was probably better all around. “Come on, hotshot. It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting,” she said, grinning up at him.