Natasha couldn’t help but notice where Clint’s hands gravitated and focused, but she wouldn’t let herself think too much about it, not tonight, not when she was feeling so warm and protected in his arms. Even as she dozed she could feel his eyes on her and it was that as much as anything that kept that smile on her lips. In this moment she felt like nothing could touch them, like they could accomplish anything just so long as they faced it together.

For a long time they stayed like that, not talking, barely moving, until the heat started to dissipate from the water. “We should probably get out soon,” Natasha eventually said, her voice barely above a whisper, but she made no move to do so, her hands covering Clint’s on her stomach.