Natasha only managed to remove the pillow that had gotten stuffed down between the bed and the table to check under it before giving the clock up as a lost cause. Any further searching would require further stretching, or actually getting out of the bed, which she wasn’t prepared to do yet unless it was to hit the shower.

Hugging the pillow to her chest as she abandoned her search, she threw a look back over her shoulder at Clint. “Plenty of time for what, Barton?”