“You know how to make pizza dough?” she replied in disbelief.  When it came to preparing breakfast Clint was your man, but beyond that?  If he had to cook it Natasha had just always figured him for a meat and potatoes kind of guy.  “If you can spin it in the air like they do on television I will certainly be impressed.” 

Honestly, she would be impressed if he managed to roll it out in a semi-circular shape after mixing it all up himself.  The pair of them weren’t exactly top chefs.

Grabbing a hair tie off the dresser, she tied her hair up in a messy bun as she followed Clint to the kitchen.  When he made a show of wriggling into the apron she giggled, her face lighting up at the show.  It had been a rough few days, so to see Clint once again acting like his old self, and willing to make himself look ridiculous just to make her smile… it was perfect.

“I get the easy part,” she said, moving to the sink to wash her hands before starting her survey of the fridge.