“Yeah, but like, not right away. I’m not done with the whole Avenger thing yet, and I don’t think you are either.” There’s a reason none of them have children, and that most of them are single. Clint’s been married before, but things with Bobbi had been great at first, but they’d quickly deteriorated. Clint’s sure that it’s his fault. He’s going to be better this time, with Natasha.

He follows her out of the shower and turns it off behind him, then towels himself off quickly. He drapes the towel over his shoulders and doesn’t bother to cover up. He’s got nothing to be ashamed of, he knows, so why bother?

“Are you hungry?” Clint could use a coffee, at the very least.