"Yep, they'll be horribly disappointed. I don't do groupies. I'm already firmly committed."

Clint didn't look up from his finishing touch on the dressing for his answer, but he was sure, Natasha would see his grin anyway. If she really liked it, one of these days he actually might sing a little longer for her.

"So, your hunt was successful I hope? And well, since you came back I guess you haven't heard the worst about me yet."

Still grinning, he got out dishes, placemats and napkins from the kitchen cabinets.