"You always know how to stroke my ego."

Still chuckling, Clint got rid of that disturbing towel and pulled the bed covers over their bodies instead. Turning to his side, mimicking Natasha's position, he just looked at her for a while, that smile still on his lips, until his lids felt too heavy with tiredness to keep them open. He forced them back open, not willing to let the day end just yet but couldn't suppress another yawn.