Clint tried to ignore the annoying ping from the oven but his body disagreed strongly. With the delicious smell of tomatoes, cheese, basil and oil filling the air, there was no denying anymore that his appetite was back. Maybe not full-fledged yet, but enough to not ignore that damn growling of his stomach.

"I'm going to get back to this later", he murmured close to Natasha's lips but quickly withdrew then before another thorough round of kissing could keep them from their diner.

He just took a second to get out of that apron, leaving his chest bare and decorated with a little flour here and there. Then he took the baking tray out of the oven with the help of a potholder and reached for a big knife to divide its content in small slices. It all looked too much for two persons honestly, especially with his stomach not being back to demanding half an elephant on his plate.

"Might be you have to finish my share this time", he grinned at Natasha, handing her her plate.