As much as she didn’t want to lose this blissful feeling, Natasha was glad that Clint didn’t try to hide whatever was going on with him, that he didn’t try to put on a happy face for her. They were long past that, to a place where they could be honest about everything, and although it wasn’t always easy she never wanted to go back to how it had been before.

“Clint,” she said his name softly. “If you need some time away, we can do that.”

There was no hesitance in her offer, and no question that she truly meant it when she said ‘we’. She knew how hard everything had been on him, she had been the one who had picked up the pieces, and she wasn’t about to give up on him now. If he needed a vacation then she would go with him; if he needed a distraction she would provide it. Whatever he needed, she would do whatever she could to give it to him. “We both have some vacation time saved up, so why don’t we use it?.”

Reaching behind her she threaded her fingers through his hair, fingertips pressing gently against his scalp. She thought of rolling onto her back so she could see him, but that would put distance between them and she thought he might need the closeness. “We could go to Spain, or Iceland, or... we could just stay here, in this apartment.”