"Just trying to blend in. The serpentines are a lot easier to come by on two wheels than on four."

Clint tried his best to sound casual and play it cool but... Natasha looked adorable. Simple, plain pretty and so much out of job, it nearly felt unreal. He couldn't help reaching back for a short caress of her knee when she was settled, shooting her a smile that was all affection.

"Hold on, signorina, we're going for a ride."

Before things could get too solemn, he quickly fled into another joke and started the bike before he could embarrass himself further.

His favorite place was still there, he had already seen that from the corner of his eye yesterday on their way up here, and not much had changed. Da Zio Turi still looked just on that side of shabby, with outside walls that could use fresh paint and half hidden behind an overgrown hedge, to keep the tourists away. But inside it was flawlessly clean and inviting. All wood and blue and white table clothes and curtains, with a perfectly working air conditioning and good old fashioned Italian country playing not too loudly in the background.

Also, Zio Turi made both the best pasta and homebrewn grog in Middle Europe and right now Clint felt as if he was starving. Sex with Natasha tended to do that to him.

There were few guests and the landlord personally welcomed them. Turi was fighting old age for a while now and didn't seem exactly sure where to place Clint's face, but his eyes were kind and honestly happy looking about meeting an old friend when they shook hands. They had hardly taken their place by the window when they were already presented with a big plate full of starters, dark bread and three different hearty spreads, all on the house.

Clint could already tell, this day wouldn't help that certain little tightness of his belt.