Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Cheese fries

They had finished the battle in Budapest. They were bruised and bloody, but they had worked as a team, and they were happy.

They walked into a small diner, and sat down. The waitress came over and asked what they wanted.

"Two servings of cheese fries, please," said Clint.

The cheese fries were horrible and wonderful. They were doused in cheese and soaked in oil. But they tasted oh-so-good. 

"I can practically feel these things taking years off my life," she quipped. 

He just grinned in response, but it was the best sort of response.

They ate and ate, tasted the delicious artificial flavors. The cheese fries tasted so good, and they had been teammates for once, and it was so fun.

They continued eating and joking and smiling. Clint suddenly realized how important this was, how fun and amazing and how he'd never want it to change.

"I'd never ask for another partner," he said. 

The smile on her face softened, and she said: "I'd never leave you."

He felt a strange feeling in his stomach. I'm in too deep. So, he covered up how he felt with a witty reply: "Of course you wouldn't, I'm amazing."

Author's note: Cheese fries has been a headcanon of mine for a while, along with blueberry pancakes. Why are my main headcanons about food? Hm.