"I don't understand how you can possible be sick of Chinese food." Clint asks, shuffling sleepily into their kitchen. Natasha huffs, staring down at her partner from her perch on the counter.
"It's gotten boring." Clint's mouth falls open. "I cannot believe you just said that." He pulls himself up on the counter across from her.
"I can't believe you don't like pizza, so I guess we're even."
"Hey, not liking pizza is understandable, there are only so many things you can put on a pizza, especially when your partner hates pretty much all of the topping that you can stand…"
"Thats not true."
Clint scoffs, and crosses his arms. "Oh really? Do you like mushrooms?" She shakes her head.
"What about peppers? Or broccoli?"
"Clint your broccoli thing is bizarre, broccoli isn't supposed to go on pizza."
"It's delicious."
"No, it's gross."
"All you're doing is helping to prove my point!" He sings, sticking out s tongue like the mature adult he is."
"You're an idiot, Clinr!"
"But I'm your idiot."
Natasha kicks her slipper at his head.