Grabbing the pillow off of her side of the bed, Natasha hit Clint with it for his penguin comment. “Oh great, just what I always wanted to be.”

Sliding back into bed beside him, she tucked the pillow under her head and lay on her opposite side so they were face to face. Her eyes flickered slightly when he asked the time and she reluctantly raised her head to check the clock behind him. “Almost eight,” she replied, laying her head back down and bringing her eyes back to him. She would have to leave by eleven at the very latest to catch her ride to the base if she wanted to be there by noon.

Reaching her hand out she cupped his cheek, her thumb moving gently across his skin, and smiled softly. With his hair tousled and the dim morning light playing tricks with his blue eyes, she thought he might be the most beautiful man she had ever seen.