Natasha settled back against him, and when she felt him relax against her her own tension slowly slipped away. He really was surprisingly comfortable to lay on, and more than that it was surprising just how comfortable she was with him. There were no masks, no lies; with Clint she was simply Natasha with all her flaws and issues, and he accepted and loved her as she was.

“I find that hard to believe,” she chuckled though it wasn’t as light as she intended. He hadn’t thrashed around, hadn’t screamed himself awake, but she doubted it was a pleasant awakening by any means nonetheless. “But if you go back to sleep now I promise to stay right here so you have a much better one in a few hours.” This time the smile in her voice was genuine.