"Hey, we gotta start somewhere, right? First chapter: drinks. Next we move on to soup. Always wanted to know how they make that carrot ginger thing in that diner next to the headquarters."

Instead of teasing back, Clint leaned down to press his lips to Natasha's shoulder, nuzzling his cheek softly against her sun-warmed skin, and sneaked his arm around her waist. They probably looked a bit like teenagers, hanging out on their first date, and he was absolutely okay with that. He was crazy for his girl just like on the first day, after all.

"I'm pretty sure though, these vows won't last for long if I have you there in the kitchen again. You make quite the sexy cook."