"I think, this thing has become my favorite piece of furniture."

Clint patted the armrest, grinning, and reached for a cracker, relieved that the dampened mood from before had passed. Probably they would talk again about these things, in their holiday maybe, and maybe he should. Natasha had let him inside her life so much... It wasn't fair excluding her from his problems. But right now he wanted to relax with her.

"I could get you a pair of socks, though."
He watched her curl in her feet with an amused grin. Natasha had no problem with being in the cold and often enough mocked his aversion against anything below freezing temperature. But God forbid if her feet were cold. He reached for the blanket again, spreading it over both their legs and couldn't resist reaching out for her to tickle her bare sole.
"Or I'll just keep 'em warm myself. Bet you haven't had a proper massage in months."