He gives the spin she asks for and moves over to the couch she's on and climbs right into her lap, legs straddling on each side, only putting some of his weight on her his hands going up to each of her cheeks. "You, my darling, are full of shit, but I will take that compliment any day of the week," he says and gives her a soft kiss on her lips.

"Okay well then, a bun or a ponytail is fine," he adds with a dumb smile, it's a good day. It's easy to tell when he's having a good brain day, everything is lighter, brighter and he's more likely to just give answers without having to think on them at all.

He doesn't mind the tight shirts, so long as Natasha thinks he looks good in them.

"I just want you to think I look good in them," he says honestly.