Hey, it wasn't really her shower. Her apartment back home she barely ever slept in. It didn't have a fancy shower head, but she could get used to this. She could get used to Clint sticking around too.
Natasha wrapped her arms around Clint's waist and pressed her body up against him. Damn, why did she had to be shorter than him? Didn't matter. She could still simply tip her chin up and kiss him.