Natasha opened her eyes long enough to roll them at Clint. “You do know there are more things to do in such a location than just lay on the beach and drink, right?” she said. One could fill a day there with scuba diving, parasailing, or even just exploring off the resort. It was just that most people went to resorts to do as little as possible, which tended to boil down to, yes, laying on the beach and drinking.

She fixed her gaze on him again.

“No beach, no hiking, no camping... just what would you do with a week off, Agent Barton?”


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