Going completely still a moment, Natasha threw a strange look back over her shoulder at Clint when he seemed to read her mind and voice her very thoughts. It was a bit scary how easily he seemed to do that nowadays. She had gotten used to it out in the field, the silent communication that made them work together so fluidly, but it was different in their downtime, and to hear him actually voice her thoughts.

Shaking it off she straightened back up, the water now at a temperature she was happy with. “Maybe we’ll just have to be gentle,” she replied, because honestly? She didn’t plan on leaving this room without jumping him once more.

Pulling the button to switch the faucet to the shower she turned to face him again. “Any time now, Barton.”