The idea of asking Fury for a few days off so they could do a Disney marathon got a chuckle out of Clint. He could just imagine the director looking back and forth between them with his one good eye, trying to figure out if they were putting him on or if the last mission had finally broken them. It was almost worth asking just to see his reaction. “Good thing he’s unlikely to ask just why we want the time off, unless he’s already got another job lined up for us.”

When Natasha moved over, Clint settled himself on the cot beside her, stretching the length of his body along it. There was another cot in the room he could have just as easily taken but for whatever reason the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Lying flat on his back, his head on the pillow, he turned his head slightly to the side and raised his eyes to her. He knew it wasn’t an offer to be taken lightly, this opportunity to ask her anything he wanted. It was a show of trust, a show of gratitude and... he couldn’t take it.

“I wouldn’t feel right asking anything... real knowing that you can’t refuse to answer,” he admitted quietly. Then he smiled. “Just be glad you’re here with me and not with someone like Stark. You know he’d be asking things like do you think I’m sexy? or have you ever wanted to just jump my bones?” Clint laughed, completely oblivious to how he’d phrased the words.