Natasha nodded at his statement, agreeing with his sentiment more than the words themselves. Her fear of the Nexus and the instability it could almost guarantee was very real, but it was a low static in the background compared to her first days in the hotel, and especially the first night. Had the situations been reversed, had Clint already been here when she arrived, she would’ve much preferred curling up in a room with him nearby as backup as opposed to venturing out on her own. Of course, she knew Clint was perfectly capable of protecting himself if for whatever reason he couldn’t have stayed in her room, but this arrangement was more about preferences. He preferred not to be alone in a new place. She preferred the opportunity to be with him a bit longer.

“Tonight,” she agreed, smiling a bit as she lifted the phone to her ear and started to dial. “I planned on tipping exceptionally well, especially since I’m not sure if they usually do this sort of thing.” Someone answered, one of the aforementioned cute girls who also happened to be quite friendly and accommodating, and Natasha racked up an order to go, then promised some extra money for the bill itself and a hugely generous tip if someone would run it up to her room. The arrangements were made, and Natasha hung up.

“I should take you through the Vegas door tomorrow,” she said. “Or whenever you feel up to it. There’s also a pirate ship that I’m in cahoots with now, but you’ll have to help me put on sunscreen.”