Clint’s breath hitched when Natasha maneuvered herself practically on top of him and just kept... squirming. Jesus, if she kept that up then she’d know soon enough that he wanted her too without him even having to say a word. Despite his growing discomfort, though, he couldn’t help but smile as her sleepy mumblings. If he told anyone about this nobody would ever believe him, nobody would ever expect that the Black Widow had a soft, cuddly side.

Not that he would ever even think of telling anyone. This side of her was something he wanted to greedily keep to himself.

For a moment she seemed to settle down and he could breath again, but before he could wrap his arms around her proper she was sliding back down to lay at his side once more.

“Think you can sleep anymore?” he asked, forgetting for the moment that questions should probably be off limits, no matter what they were. “Muscles or bruises?” If it was bruises he couldn’t really be much help, but if it was muscle pain he could offer a massage, or check if this place had a bathtub and hot water.