"We'll do it the old fashioned way then and call the directory assistance to get the number."

Clint nodded at the outdated phone on the wall in the living room.

"I knew your spy skills would be of good use someday."

The mood was just too good to not keep on teasing each other. Natasha's last remark made him go at least half serious again, though. He stopped by her on the way back to the kitchen to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss the hell out of her, a passionate, affectionate promise for much more of that later.

"You're not good, you're perfect for me."

For a moment he just held her, softly caressing her cheek, her lips with his fingertips before he pulled away reluctantly to serve diner. He wisely waited until he was out of reach before calling back another teasing remark.

"If someone needs proof for that, maybe we should think about that wedding after all..."