"Frozen peas, really?"
Laura Barton was standing in the kitchen, and disdainfully looking at the green bag resting in her husband's hands. With a wet dish towel on her shoulder and her messy hair, it was pretty clear that she had spent the whole afternoon making sure tonight's dinner would be perfect.
"Seriously, honey," Clint said with an apologetic smile that was supposed to arouse some kind of compassion in his wife, "fresh peas are impossible to find on Thanksgiving's Day. And it helped ease the broken ribs on the way, believe me."
"I knew you shouldn't have accepted that last job before your break," Laura whispered while taking a look at Clint's bruised face. She raised her hand and gently touched his unshaven cheek. There was a bloody cut on his chin. After all these years, it was still hard to see him come back all beaten up after a mission. "How's Nat?"
"She's fine, and a lot more fit to be seen than I am."
"As usual," Laura said, and chuckled. That was the least he deserved for bringing her frozen peas.
"Now she's probably on her way to come here."
"Let's hope she was more lucky with the pumpkin."
"Are you kidding? She would kill for a home made pumpkin pie. Like, literally," Clint said with that adorable smile of his, which was soon replaced with a grimace when he removed his dirty jacket. He wasn't joking about the broken ribs, and that was fucking painful.
"So, the kids have chosen tonight's movie," Laura announced while picking another clean pan from the cupboards, "and it's gonna be Harry Potter."
"Again?" Clint asked, and let out and exaggerated sigh, preparing himself to watch for the hundredth time the same film. "Didn't we watch it last week?"
"Well, they love it, and that's probably what we signed for when we decided to have children," she answered, as desperate as her husband was. "I'm pretty sure we can spot all the goofs they made while filming by now."
"Yeah, we could completely discredit the whole saga, but they'd still want to watch it". Laura nodded, knowing all too well Cooper and Lila's stubbornness. Clint kept saying they got that from their mother. Laura strongly disagreed.
"If we're gonna do this, I need two things," Clint said in a serious and determined voice, before cupping his wife's face in his hands and kissing her. At first, she was surprised, but she quickly and fiercely responded to the kiss.
"What was that for ?" she asked when she caught her breath, still smiling.
"That was the first thing, babe," Clint said and winked at her, "second one is a shower."
"Go scrub yourself then, I'll wait for Nat and wake Nathaniel up from his nap."
"And I thought you could help with the scrubbing..."
"Another time, sweetheart, except if you wanna eat a carbonized turkey tonight," Laura answered while picking Clint's bloody jacket from the chair and setting a big platter on the table.
"That is one promise you'll have to keep, Mrs Barton," Clint added before effortlessly catching the jacket Laura threw at him and leaving the kitchen.
Ten minutes passed before the front door opened to let Natasha Romanoff enter. Laura had nearly finished to prepare the vegetables and the potatoes.
She stood up, wiping her hands on the dish towel in the process, ready to greet her friend. She stopped when seeing Natasha holding two metallic cylinders.
Canned. Pumpkin. Purée.
Ugh.
Happy Thanksgiving !
I hope you enjoyed this one-shot nearly as much as a pumpkin pie slice ;)
