Natasha let out a screech as Clint dumped the snow on her head. Clint thought the look on her face was hilarious, and he laughed so hard he felt like he was going to explode.

"What the hell Clint!?" Natasha glared at Clint from the bed. "You bought snow inside the house?!"

Clint wiped his eyes and tried to breathe, but the sight of the snow melting in Natasha's hair set him off again and he started laughing uncontrollably.

"I will kill you," Natasha said in a deathly quiet voice.

Clint finally managed to stop himself from laughing. "Sorry Tasha."

"No, don't 'Tasha' me, jerk. Why the hell did you bring snow inside?"

Clint grinned. "Because it snowed last night! And now there's enough snow for us to make snowmen. So get out of bed and let's go."

"Well it's not exactly like I have to wake up, is it?" Natasha asked irritably. "Some dick dumped snow on my head."

Clint shrugged.

"Damn it Clint, it's melting in the bed!"

"It will dry by tonight. Come on Tasha, I want to build a snowman!"

Natasha glared at Clint again. "I swear you're a five year old."

Clint nodded. "I really am that cute, aren't I?"

Dodging the pillow that Natasha threw at him, Clint walked out of the bedroom and grabbed his coat. He wasn't going to wait for Natasha this time. She always seemed to take the most time when she knew that Clint was impatiently waiting for her, so maybe if he started without her, she'd get her shit together quicker.

For once, Clint was right about Natasha. By going out and starting the bottom of his snowman, he had made Natasha hurry for the first time since they'd come out to the cabin.

"You started without me?" Natasha asked breathlessly as she came out of the house.

"Well I know how long you take to get ready, and I really wanted to build a snowman."

Natasha glared at him. "I'm going to make my own and you can get stuffed, Clint Barton."

Clint laughed and shrugged. "Fine. Mine will be better anyway."

Natasha laughed sarcastically. "Oh really? You're on."

Clint winked at Natasha and started gathering more snow for the bottom sphere of his snowman.

When he was finally finished shaping the bottom, Clint glanced over at Natasha's. She had already finished the bottom and was already working on the middle. With a smirk, she looked over at him.

"Wow, taking your time, hey Barton?" Natasha laughed and turned back to her snowman.

Clint scowled at her and vowed to work faster on his snowman. He had the middle sphere completed in no time and was starting on the head when he had another quick look at Natasha's. She was still going and Clint felt a rush of triumph, knowing he was ahead of her. He felt like an idiot, but he didn't care.

Clint stacked the head on top of his snowman and turned to Natasha, a big grin on his face, thinking he'd won the race that they'd never agreed on, only to see that Natasha had finished hers too, and had even added a face.

"I win the race," Natasha said, not even turning from her snowman to look at Clint. She pulled her scarf off and draped it around the snowman. "I present to you, Clint Barton, the shit head snowman."

Clint rolled his eyes. "You're so funny," he said sarcastically. "It doesn't even look like me."

Natasha nodded. "Ok, it doesn't look like you, but it sounds like you."

Clint frowned as Natasha walked around her snowman and ducked down. "Gosh I love arrows," she said, in a deep voice that was obviously supposed to be an impression of him.

"Wow Tasha, you've totally captured my essence with that voice."

Natasha stood up. "I thought it sounded like you."

"I have never said 'Gosh I love arrows' ever in my life."

"Yes you have. You said it just now."

"Ha. Ha."

Natasha gestured to Clint's snowman. "And what's your snowman called?"

"I'm not done yet," Clint said, waving his hand.

Clint poked two eyes into the head of his snowman and then tried to draw a line for a mouth. It didn't work very well, but he didn't care.

Crouching down, he scooped some snow off the ground and packed it onto the back of the bottom sphere of the snowman, until there was a substantial lump on the back. Then he scooped more up and packed it on the front of the snowman's second sphere.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked.

Clint stepped back from his snowman. "It's you."

Natasha stared at him with her mouth open. "What?"

Clint grinned.

"You can't make snow boobs and then say its me."

"I didn't," Clint said, pulling Natasha around. He pointed at the lump on the back. "See, it's even got the booty."

Natasha shot a death glare at Clint. He only grinned harder.

"You're an idiot."

"An attractive idiot."

"If you say so, Arrow boy."

Clint frowned. "Arrow boy?"

Natasha started back for the house. "You heard me."

Clint laughed. "Ok then, Booty girl."

Natasha turned around and glared at him. She walked back over to him and shoved him hard. Clint tripped back and landed on his Natasha snowman, and half the thing fell over.

Natasha's hand flew to her mouth. "Clint, I'm so sorry!"

Clint picked himself up and walked closer to Natasha. She backed away until she hit her snowman, and then Clint didn't have to shove very hard for her to fall back into her snowman and knock it over too.

Natasha lay on the ground for a minute, laughing. "What a waste of time," she said, holding her arms up so that Clint could pull her from the ground.

"Oh well," Clint said, wrapping his arm around Natasha's shoulders. "At least we did something fun together."

A/N: I have been looking for an excuse to make Clint say 'Gosh I love arrows' for about a thousand years.