Natasha's glance had him blushing instantly, and he shrugged with a small smile. They didn't need to talk about it. It was probably best not to talk too much about it, not all of the time. Too much that still could go wrong, too many open issues. They should still enjoy this times when they could be careless and pretend it wasn't their whole life about to change.
A well-cooked pizza was one of these things that could easily make you forget that, in fact. In spite of his reservations, once he had started eating, Clint found himself hungrier than ever, and finally there was just a small slice remaining on his plate. Not the excesses he had had before all this had started, but at least he wasn't running on just coffee anymore.
With a most content sigh he leaned back in his chair and stretched out to nuzzle Natasha's leg with his under the table.
"That was perfect. Nobody would believe you haven't grown up here, the way you create a pizza, red. Seems we make a perfect team in the kitchen too."
He finally took a sip of his juice, just a small one, for the justified worry that his stomach would just explode soon, and smiled at her from over the edge of the glass.
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A well-cooked pizza was one of these things that could easily make you forget that, in fact. In spite of his reservations, once he had started eating, Clint found himself hungrier than ever, and finally there was just a small slice remaining on his plate. Not the excesses he had had before all this had started, but at least he wasn't running on just coffee anymore.
With a most content sigh he leaned back in his chair and stretched out to nuzzle Natasha's leg with his under the table.
"That was perfect. Nobody would believe you haven't grown up here, the way you create a pizza, red. Seems we make a perfect team in the kitchen too."
He finally took a sip of his juice, just a small one, for the justified worry that his stomach would just explode soon, and smiled at her from over the edge of the glass.