(You make me feel) like a natural woman

The humidity makes her curls frizz around her face.  That’s one reason why she hates this assignment. A daytime stakeout on the roof of an apartment complex, in full gear.  A line of sweat runs down Nat’s neck, catching the baby hairs, and settling somewhere between her shoulder and collarbone.  She shouldn’t have a dish there, but today she does.Nat shouldn’t perspire like that either. No matter that Clint’s beside her, collar soaked and smelling saltier by the second. She’s a woman. She’s not allowed to look disheveled, even if she is.