Natasha’s shock made Clint feel almost... what was the manly form of ‘giddy’? He liked seeing her happy, especially when he was the cause of it, and he also enjoyed still being able to surprise her after all this time. “I told you before, I’m pretty damn irresistible,” he replied, not willing to give up his tactics that easily. It was more fun to keep her guessing, and hopefully impressed and grateful.

Finishing off the second waffle in three bites, he wiped his hands on the front of his trousers. She had him there, certainly nothing to complain about at all. Still, he couldn’t help but hope that that second item on the list included her company as well as the other two. She had made him breakfast, such as it was, and would certainly be in the bed as well. The shower was still up in the air.

“Don’t suppose you have some of my clothes stashed in your room as well?” he asked, eyes following the movement of her hand as she barely touched him. It was enough, though, to leave him wanting more.