"You can't wear a skirt for a while, that's for sure" Her words were mumbled, hazy with the sense of sleep she was fighting off. Muscles ached and all Natasha wanted was a scorching hot bath to relax in and a good book. She smiled lightly at his hair, finding the odd angles of his shadow amusing.

"It should help. I couldn't put up with him. I'd have strangled him out not long after setting foot here." She caught his eyes, suddenly feeling overly self conscious she'd got a stained trail of red across her face, probably because he was just looking at her and not speaking. She fixed it by closing her eyes for a moment, fingers stilling until they were merely resting down on his lower back like he'd become her touch stone.

She finally managed to open her eyes, finding him still staring at her, unable to block the feeling of his eyes on her. "Stop staring at me like I'm either going to break or explode Clint. I'm done. Tired out."