Clint sighed dreamily. "Don't you just love watching?"

Natasha smiled Mischievously, "How could I not? The warm, curling bodies tangling themselves around each other, the un-even breathing, so rough you sound like you may hyperventilate, or... like you have already done so... Sometimes even small... Whimpers."

Clint nodded in agreement, "It's so... I dunno... Magical."

Black Widow rolled her eyes, "There's nothing Magical about it, Clint, baby. It's just some damn beautiful human instinct."

"But... it is, ya know?" Clint looked at her. "It's Magical..." He paused. "You... do believe in Magic, don't you?"

Natasha wrapped her arm around her Partner in Crime. He was acting like a Little Boy. It was almost Endearing. Perhaps he shouldn't have 'eaten' that 'Cheeseburger'..."Of course I do, Agent. But I wouldn't ever kill an innocent puppy on purpose... There have been a few slip ups here and there, but never meaning to. And, it's not Magical. It's /Hot/, but it's not Magical."

Clint looked like he was going to cry. He felt like he was going to cry. "It is too!" He yelled. "It is magic, and you know it!"

"Hey, buddy, when did the wrapper say you'd digest the burger?" Natasha said in a calming voice, like a mother would sweet talk her children into shutting up.

Clint blinked at her. "What? Talk about beside the point. I don't wanna talk about this any more. Puppy murderer." He crossed his arms and went back to watching.

Natasha turned back as well. Though she wasn't about to give up that easily. And, Five minutes later, the man got up, and disappeared. Coming back with a couple pieces of half eaten pizza.

"I want Pizza."

Clint leaned close to Natasha's ear. "Do you think he noticed us?" He whispered. Except it wasn't so much a whisper as a quiet yell.

"I don't know if he did before, but he probably noticed us now!" She yell-whispered back. This was her entertainment of the night, and it seemed like Clint was about to ruin that.

"We should hide!" She said, jumping behind a bush, and pulling Clint with her.

"No." Clint said standing up. "No, Natasha. I want pizza too." He began marching towards the house.

"Clint! No!" She whisper yelled once again, reaching an arm out faintly, knowing that she wouldn't be able to touch him when he was at least a foot away. "Anything but Pizza. Phil and Nick will get us in so much trouble if they know what we are doing."

Clint smiled, an odd, slightly evil glint in his eyes. "No. Phil won't. Phil knows."

Natasha felt her heartbreak. "Fine go get yourself killed. See if I care. It's YOUR fault he would ever know. Bless his poor Fanboyish heart..." She said, standing up, and walking away. Before taking her fourth step, she turned back. "I'm going back to watch some Thorki."

"What?" Clint narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you talking about? Killed? And why wouldn't Phil know I like pizza? Everyone likes pizza. Now, I think I saw a pizza place on the way here... Maybe we can stop on the way to Thorki?"

"Yes, killed. Fury's not one for easy punishm-" Natasha's face fell from shock. Pizza? "Punishm... Punishmmmm..." She stared up at Clint. He was pretty high right now. Maybe he wouldn't notice? "Punishmeronis. He'll totally 'kill' us, when he finds out we didn't get him any Punishmeroni Pizza."

"Then..." Clint said. "We'll just have to get him some... Wait... What's a... Punishmeroni?"

Natasha sighed, when she realized she wasn't getting away with it. "Oh, you know. Punishmeronis... The... Things... They are Blue, shaped like a Pepperoni, and they taste like Olives mixed with Jelly Beans."

Clint nodded. "Oh, yeah... I know what they are... They're my favorite." He smiled. "So... Pizza? And then some Thorki?"

Natasha smiled in return. "Pizza. Then some Thorki. Then, maybe... Some Clintasha?"

"Sounds like a date." Clint giggled. "Wait. Clintasha... Who's that?"