The clothes had been far too bulky for her to be comfortable sleeping in, and she knew she would have only woken up later too hot, but in removing them she had removed that protective layer, and it didn’t skip her notice that Clint was careful to not touch her skin with his cold hands. Forever thoughtful, that was Clint Barton, especially when it came to her.

She could feel him relaxing, hear his breathing becoming more even, so she pressed herself closer, sliding her hand up his back and tucking her head under his chin, her cheek laying against his chest.

She wasn’t sure if he was joking or being serious; the words were said so quietly it was impossible to tell, so she took them as the latter. Pausing only a moment to consider it she nodded against him. “Okay.” If that was what he needed then she would do it.