Natasha has never been superficial. She is a complicated person in general, though everybody can remotely understand her urge to take care of herself. In the Avengers headquarters, she insists on cleaning up after her own messes. She always puts her dishes away and even helps Thor clean the rest of the ones in the sink. If some of the help tries to clean for her, she simply waves them away. None of them ever argue with her, but the most she's ever gotten is a raised eyebrow. One night as Clint was walking by her room to have a friendly chat, he heard music from behind the door. It was almost muffled completely by the drone of a vacuum, but his ears were infinitely more acute than any of the other Avengers. He cracked the door open an inch or two, and saw Natasha dressed in sweats and a Pj top. She had pulled her hair up in a messy tangle of ruby strands that dangled from the top of her head. She was vacuuming the room by herself, and had a pair of headphones on. She was singing "Superwoman" by Alicia Keys. He never took her to be one to like R&B, but as he listened to her sing the lyrics he understood why she and this song fit together so perfectly. She fought every day for humanity and had lived long enough to see how it had never changed, yet here she was with the Avengers – still hoping, still trying. He realized that when she cleaned, it wasn't because she wanted to be independent (though no doubt it was at least part of it,) it was because this was where she found her strength - it was because this was the only time she could be herself, to let loose and sing. She wasn't even half-bad. She was actually pretty good! He closed the door, and walked away with a huge smile spread across his face. He chuckled softly as he walked down the hallway towards the man-cave section of head quarters where the rest of the guys were having a video game night. He tucked away the memory of the one time his partner showed her true self and let him see her like that and survive.