"I wouldn't dare to."

Clint proved that he could behave perfectly and stopped his little assault immediately. Well, after one last kiss on that one spot under her ear. Since Natasha was in a perfect position for a very painful elbow use, though, he backed away quickly then and rather carried the dishes in the living room.

There was a nice set of placemats he found in one of the drawers, in the Island typical lava colors of red and black. And after a little rummaging around in the top kitchen cupboard he came up with his best wine glasses. He wasn't in a drinking mood and Natasha shouldn't - a thought that still felt a little strange and square - but the thought counted. He put all the more effort in creating a nice rich fruit juice with fresh ingredients and sugar and stuff. Soon the living room table looked like they had something to celebrate. Well, in a way they did, right?

He waited like a good boy until Natasha had put the pizza in the oven, then he pulled her in his arms again with a grin and handed her her drink.

"Can I go back to distracting you now?"