"They made a Ninja Turtles movie?!" Peter gaped at the DVD Natasha had handed to him. She grinned as she took the popcorn out of the microwave.

"Yeah. It's kinda of terrible, but in a fun way." She tilted her head. "I mean the effects are brutal, but leagues beyond the Bay movie."

Peter was still grinning like a ten-year-old kid, likely because he was looking at his entire childhood staring back at him. He shuffled through the other DVDs on the table. "Ghostbusters, Robocop, Blade Runner...ooh!" He snatched WarGames and held it up. "WOULD - YOU - LIKE - TO - PLAY - A - GAME?" Natasha stifled a giggle. Peter just turned back and continued to geek out. "How did you get a hold of all this stuff?"

Natasha shrugged. "Well, it's not that hard to find these days. They're classics in some circles. But..." she chewed on some popcorn. "I was raised on American Culture in order to blend in properly. It was my indoctrination before we started intense training."

Peter grimaced. "By intense, you mean..."

Natasha nodded. "Yeah, stuff like covert operations...sparring...assassinations..."

Peter saw her look grow distant. She'd shared some of the horror stories with him before, about what she and the other girls from the Red Room had been trained to do. He'd heard other stuff from Clint, along with a warning not to pry. He immediately went to her side. "Hey, if this stuff brings up bad juju in your head then don't force yourself through it for my sake."

His girlfriend brightened up suddenly. "No, it's fine. These are all the good memories. The happy ones. Hey," she went over to the table and picked up one of the cases. "Did Beetlejuice come out before or after you were taken?"

Peter squinted as he thought back. His old life on Earth seemed like it was longer ago than it really was, and even then, 27 years is a pretty long time. "It did, but I didn't get a chance to see it. After mom got sick we spent most of our time either at home or in the hospital."

Natasha nodded. "Right. Then we're watching that one first."

Peter shook his head. "Nah, let's start with you. Which one out of all of these," he gestured dramatically over the table, "is your absolute favourite?"

She looked over the scattered DVDs before grabbing one and holding it up. "First one I watched when I got here."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Really? Never took you for a Henson girl?"

"What can I say?" she said as she popped The Dark Crystal into the player and sat down on the sofa. "I love me some puppets."

Peter snorted as he sat beside her. "Then you would love space. Some of the things out there look like they walked right outta Star Wars." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "You know, this is, like, my first real Earth date."

"Really? How's it going?"

He smiled and kissed her. "Awesome."