"We'll be there in time for some power shopping, don't worry."

They were poking each other again, to the point where friendly tackling and jabs in the ribs wouldn't be far. Clint decided that this morning was much too nice for that. After putting on his shirt - without a show this time - he just walked over to Natasha, swept her in his arms and kissed her, her cheek first, the sharp line of her chin and finally her lips.

"You know me, red. Sometimes I have to be thirteen years old."

With his arm loosely around her waist, he lead her back to the car, again taking the passenger seat without even asking this time. The way wasn't really hard to find, they had been there yesterday, after all. By now the market place was indeed a lot busier, fairly divided between stands with groceries, clothes, electronic media stuff and all kind of nonsense they might or not need for their little household.

"So, are we looking for something special except for food and stuff? Like a litter box?"

The bad thing was, he probably wasn't entirely joking.