Natasha couldn't help but smirk as she placed the last two pieces of pepperoni pizza on a plate. She was giddy because she didn't want Clint to catch her. She knew that Clint loved pizza, and this is why it was the perfect way to get back at him.

See, yesterday everyone went out to get shawarma and Natasha got her's boxed up to save for later. She went to eat it earlier, and the box was empty. And on the box, there was a note on the top in sharpie that said, Too slow, 'nat. Oh well! Love you! XOXOXO, Clint ;)

"But I was gonna eat that...god dammit Clint." She whined.

This is what led to her eating the last of his precious pizza. She tried to find a place to hide and eat it, because Clint had eyes everywhere. She scoured the floor that she and Clint shared in Stark tower. She remembered the walk in closet.

She dashed into their bedroom and hid in the walk in closet and pulled in a stool. She giggled a little and began to eat the pizza.

Then she could hear the sound of footsteps heading towards the kitchen. She stopped chewing for a second in fear that Clint would find her. She could hear the fridge being opened.

"Aw dammit! Are we really already out?! I could swear that we had a couple more pieces..." She chuckled and ate more and more. She couldn't get caught now...she stuffed more in her face.

Then she couldn't hear his whining or footsteps any longer.

Hmm...Guess he must've gone upstairs... She thought to herself. She finished and opened the door a crack to make sure he was gone. She peered around, and it was safe to go back into his kitchen.

She quietly exited the closet and tip toed into the kitchen. She put her plate in the dishwasher, but just as she was about to sneak out...

"Well, well Nat. I never pegged you for a thief." she heard the sound of Clint's voice behind her. She jumped when she heard the sound of his voice, and turned.

"Oh! H-hi there, Clint..." She put her hands behind her back and nervously smiled. Clint stood there like a statue, with his arms crossed over his chest and a look that could send shivers and chills down anyones's spine.

"Don't act innocent. I know you ate my pizza." He backed her against the counter and stared right into her eyes.

"Oh, fine. Clint, I ate your precious pizza."

"Why?" He asked, still stern.

"Because you ate my shawarma! I had plans to eat that!" she pouted.

"Oh yeah...I did didn't I?" He busted a smirk.

"Yes...yes you did..." Natasha did a pouty puppy dog lip and looked at her feet. Clint softened.

"Oh, I'm sorry Nat. It was kinda a jerk move." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her near.

"...thanks..." She looked up and smiled.

"But since you ate my snack...I guess I'll just have to eat you..." He cupped her face and collided his lips with her's. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and searched every hidden corner. She smiled into the kiss.

"What?" Clint tilted his head to the side and smiled.

"You always fall for the pouty lip." She chuckled.

"Oh shush." And he pressed his lips against her's once again.