Clint’s grin was infectious, and Natasha would have probably let him pick even the worst movie just to see him smile like that. Of course she would have complained about it, but she would have allowed it. Besides, it was never about the movies, and sometimes the worse they were the more fun it was.

“Oh. Well, in that case I suppose I can let it slide,” she said, bumping his arm with hers after the quick kiss. “Would hate for you to be disappointed.”

It was all just so very normal, the two of them shopping together, debating the merits of a ‘good’ movie. Normal, and yet Natasha found herself enjoying it.