Natasha loved to hear stories of Clint’s past, of missions he’d been on without her.  This was the man she had chosen to give herself to and spend her life with, and it was always nice to learn new things about him.

Chosen might not be the right word there.  She had never chosen to fall in love with Clint; in fact she had tried her hardest to deny what her heart clearly already knew.  It had happened so gradually she hadn’t even noticed until it was too late, but while she hadn’t chosen to love him she had chosen to take that chance, to finally tell him and commit to him.  Even now, even with the situation they found themselves in, she didn’t regret this choice for a moment.

“You sure she hasn’t stashed a few cookbooks around here in hopes you might be struck with the urge to cook for yourself?” she said as she started pulling ingredients out of the fridge.  Tomatoes, mushrooms, sausage, pepperoni, cheese, olives… a little bit of everything.  She thought she had seen some fresh herbs and garlic around somewhere as well.

She thought about Clint’s words.  This was just one of the many changes they were going to face in the future.  Would it be so bad to try a little domesticity now?  To learn to cook at least a few good meals instead of relying on takeout or whatever was quick? 

“I suppose we could make a little more effort.  Besides lying on the beach and a little exploring it’s not like we don’t have the time.”  And soon enough her beach days would be over.  Scars she could easily cover with makeup so they weren’t noticeable to anyone who wasn’t really looking, but a pregnant belly in a bikini was harder to miss.