“Six to one. I’m an optimist,” Natasha deadpanned. Some nights the worse the odds the better she liked them, and while she was glad the mission had gone well and she was enjoying her quiet time with Clint, she was also looking forward to the chance to kick a little more ass.

She could tell that Clint wasn’t in the same frame of mind, though, and reached over to lay her hand on his arm. “Whatever it is, it won’t be anything we can’t handle.” Together they were nigh unstoppable.


((mmm, sounds like a mature and sophisticated meal to me))