The curtains fluttered with a chilly breeze. The blankets were so soft. Clint didn't feel like getting up, and he didn't have to. It was a calm and relaxing Sunday morning. He looked over at Natasha, who was still sleeping. He couldn't help but think that she looked pretty while she slept. He shoved those thoughts out of his mind, realizing they sounded kind of creepy. Natasha stirred, casting about with her hand. Clint clasped her hand, and she relaxed again. 

Minutes later, Natasha opened her eyes. 

"Morning," she mumbled. She pulled the soft blanket to her face, and sighed with happiness. Lazy Sunday mornings were the best. She rolled into Clint's arms, and he laughed into her hair.

"This is great, isn't it?" he asked. 

She nodded.

They got out of bed a few hours later, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Clint made pancakes, and Natasha made eggs ("the only thing I can cook well", she liked to say) They sat down at the table and ate in silence and smiles. 

It was a good day. They sat on the couch, not watching tv, not doing anything. It was a nothing day, and it was everything.

Author's note: Hope you enjoy!