"Nothing a good, solid meal or two won't fix," she replied with a soft smile. When the other Avenger stretched, the tiniest tinge of red filled her pale cheeks and Natasha dropped her gaze to the floor, anywhere to avoid truly seeing if and when that towel decided to slip just a bit too low around his solid waist. The Black Widow had seen many man naked in her time and in fact, she was on a team made up of entirely men besides herself. However, it was different with Clint. It had always been different with Hawkeye because she did know him so well. Tony standing here naked as the day his mother pushed him out would have not brought such a response, but Clint and her had never really been so open before about themselves and the though, let alone this view, definitely made her suddenly, slightly shy.
"Thanks for the heads up," she replied, smoothly, and much more calmly than she felt. "But I didn't say you had to wear the same clothes." Of course, maybe he did this all the time and only now, because of their closer quarters and open relationship, was she finally experiencing it. Nat turned and followed him into the kitchen, allowing him a long drink before playfully snatching the bottle from his ample fingers and taking a sip or two from the edge herself. Steak? She could handle that. Bad Chinese food was just her staple, agent suggestion, but an actual meal was always welcomed actually.
"Sounds good. Not sure how talented I am in the kitchen though," she laughed a little. Yeah, Natasha couldn't remember the last time she cooked for that matter. She didn't eat much as it was sometimes.