"Barton!"
She was the only one who could sneak up on him. Let alone one of the few who could break into his apartment. He'd flinched, but then relaxed. Natasha. "Hm?" He called back from where he leaned over his sink.
"You mind?"
Clint's eyes shifted from his reflection to the doorway of his bathroom. Natasha was wearing a red dress. It'd been white when he'd seen her the night before. She was holding one of his undershirts. "Take it." Back to shaving. "Working hard?"
She peeled off the dress and slipped into the tank. "It was a date."