The living room was considerably warmer than yesterday after the generator had gone back to work, so Clint didn't bother with his shirt but headed for the kitchen right away, ignoring the mess that was the sofa and everything else for the moment. Right now he just wanted to spend a few more minutes of leisure time with Natasha under the covers before they thought about how to spend the day.

He made sure to add an extra share of chocolate in her pancakes once they were done and balanced their plates back to the bedroom on a big tray that they could share.

He couldn't help but laugh quietly when he opened the door and saw her curled up peacefully in the tangled covers. Strangely enough, not even the sound of the coffee machine seemed to have done the trick. If Natasha actually needed more time getting awake than him, he obviously had worn her out since yesterday.
That other thought, the shadow of guilt about keeping her awake with not so pleasurable things, he shoved aside for the moment. The next crisis would probably come up soon enough.

"Room service, Ma'am."