Natasha had gotten to the gym early on Monday to make sure everything was in order before she opened the place, by which she meant 'no one had wound up having sex on the mats.' She'd deep cleaned worse, but she would prefer not to, thanks.

She would have to thank Clint for remembering to take his party elsewhere. It would make a nice segue into 'so I really ineffectually tried to hit on your girlfriend.' She had no idea what had been going on with that; she was usually much better at both seduction and first aid.

As it was, she was distracting herself with regular cleaning, interspersed with paperwork and texting Clint.

((Open gym is open!))