Expectations were the bane of his life, but really, not to be cocky or whatever, but he really didn't think he'd have too much of a problem in this department at all.
Pulling back slightly to let Kate get his shirt over his head, not bothering about the smattering of scars here and there. Tossing the shirt to the side, Clint braced himself on his knees to coax Kate up a little, pushing her shirt up her stomach. There was still plenty of time to take to themselves, although an open expanse of skin was far more fun than layers. The jeans were more than just a little restrictive.