"Yep, that will work."

Clint's smile grew. Had they ever cooked together? Sure, throwing a few things for a quick meal on a plate, cleaning up the kitchen... Or warming a kettle of water and throwing a little green stuff, pretending it was soup, while the other collected whatever was left of their supplies... But cooking, just for fun? Because they had time and a nice kitchen to work in and because even for two takeout-junkeys like Natasha and him ordering became tedious after a while? That was new.

"Been a while but I think I still now how to do the dough."

He quickly grabbed a pair of pants and already wanted to reach for a shirt when he thought better and lead the way to the kitchen with a big grin instead. It had been too long since last he had made Natasha laugh. Yep, there it was hanging on the door, a simple dark apron, a little small for him but that made it even more fun. He made a show of wriggling his way inside and binding the loops and cracked his knuckles solemnly.

"The fridge is all yours, red. Cut whatever you want to put on that pizza."