Natasha was impressed from the very first bite, and although her stomach wasn’t completely back to rights it didn’t take her long to polish off the first piece and start on the second. Even more than enjoying the food herself she was glad to see Clint tucking in not quite to his usual vigor, but a lot better than the past few days.

“Pizza is easy,” she replied around a bite of the same. “Give me a recipe with specific instructions and you will be singing a different tune.”

Reaching one arm beneath the table, she idly rubbed his leg, smiling at him as she finished off the majority of what was on her plate. “I feel I must compliment the chef on the wonderful ‘wine’ he managed to mix up in minutes."