"It'll be fun! We can invite your work friends."

"Tony didn't even believe I could be married to you," Clint says, looking at her with exasperated eyes over a cup of coffee. "Just imagine the aneurysm if he gets an invitation from the Bartons and Romanov to their...what, commitment ceremony?"

"Admittedly, that might be funny," Natasha quips, her knee bouncing up and down to keep Nat-until the kid grows up and definitively announces itself to be Nathaniel or Natasha, "Nat" the child remains to her mind-entertained and more importantly, quiet.

"Come on, Clint," Laura said, her lashes practically caressing the air as she slowly batted her eyes. "We're all together again. We ought to celebrate."

Natasha shifts in her seat.

"We can keep it small," Laura continues, sweeping through the kitchen to pour glasses of juice. "Just the Avengers Initiative, and their dates. We could have it right here. Wouldn't it be funny if Nick officiated?"

"The Right Reverend Fury? You can't be serious. What would he read out of, the Gospel According to Some Badass Mother Fucker?"

"Well, it's not a legal wedding; he wouldn't have to get ordained."

"He's not a stand-in-front-of-a-crowd, say-a-few-nice-words kinda guy, Laur."

"Stuff and nonsense. I've heard those speeches of his. He's second only to Steve in the eloquence department. He'll be a great officiant. Or maybe we can ask Steve!"

"Wait a minute, we haven't agreed to this yet."

"Well I've cast my vote for yes, obviously. What do you think, Nat? You wanna do this?"

Natasha had drifted. She snaps her head up, to look Laura in the eyes, and from out of their depths she reads "I'll understand if you don't". She glances at Clint, who offers her the same.

She takes a breath, and she opens her mouth.