Eyeball to eyeball...

As he bent down he pushed his hair back from his face and squinted through the keyhole...

...to find himself eyeball to eyeball with someone on the other side!

His heart stopped and he rolled to one side away from the keyhole but even as he did he heard the almost stunned voice of Natasha the other side, "John!"

"What are you doing, Why didn't you answer?"

"Were you watching me?", her voice was going up as she went through her train of thought. This is ridiculous he thought as he stood and opened the door, holding the only towel, a bloody hand towel, in front of his privates.

"Natasha" he started, raising his hand to placate her but dropped it quickly to maintain his modesty, "It's not what it looks like", he continued.

Natasha was by now backing away and heading for the stairs. Even as the "CAREFUL!", left his lips she missed the top step and screamed as she started to fall. He lunged forward grabbing for her as she went and found himself with an arm and a handful of tit. The towel lay on the floor several feet away.

He pulled her back to safety and for a moment their eyes locked