It's well past midnight when Clint shuts the door to the farmhouse. Late enough that the cat doesn't wake up, even. He should be in bed much earlier, he has to be up at the ass crack of dawn again tomorrow to feed all of the animals and make sure the crops are watered. And really, all the same shit as today. But it's almost his wife's birthday and he has to find the right gift- one she'll really love-

Clint jumps when someone taps him on the shoulder.

He fumbles the Switch, almost dropping the handheld before ultimately managing to bump it safely back onto the couch.

'Hi.' Nat signs, 'Busy farming?' she gestures at the console.

Clint glances quickly at the clock and grimaces.

"I guess Harvest Moon… harvested all my time today." Clint offers Nat a sheepish eyebrow waggle.

Natasha sighs at him but she's still smiling behind it. So Clint isn't too far in the shit for blowing off all his real life chores today.

She flops down on the couch next to him, handing the Switch back to him.

"So did you finally marry the redhead who's good with animals?"

"Oh, Anne? Well-"