Even in the cold, the children were still out in the park, ice skating across the frozen pond and having snowball fights. Clint and Natasha walked hand in hand around the park, dodging stray snowballs and watching their breath mist in front of them.

"This is fun, even though it's freezing cold," Clint said, shivering a little.

Natasha smiled. "It's not so bad."
"Well I'm sorry I don't come from Russia where it's cold all the time," Clint said mockingly.
He stumbled slightly when Natasha pushed him, but he quickly straightened back up and took Natasha's hand again.

The snow crunched under their heels as they continued walking. Something frozen hit Clint in the back of the head, and he spun around, realising someone had thrown a snowball at him.
"I'm so sorry mister!" squeaked a little boy. He was so frightened he looked like he was about to pee himself.

Clint laughed and shrugged. "It's ok little dude. Next time spend a little longer aiming."
The little boy nodded and ran off, his tiny feet kicking up sprays of snow. He reached his group of the friends and the group began to giggle, one boy even pointing over at them.
"They totally through that snowball at you on purpose," Natasha said with a laugh. "That boy was just pretending to be scared."
Normally, Clint wouldn't have believed Natasha, but the way those boys were huddled together and laughing and pointing seemed really suspicious.

"Kids," Clint groaned, turning away from the group. Another snowball hit the back of Clint's legs, but he ignored it and kept walking.
Natasha glanced back once or twice to report to Clint what the little boys were doing. "They've moved off," Natasha murmured. "They've gone to annoy someone else."

Clint snorted. "Good, let them go piss off some other people who won't be as nice as I was."

Natasha pointed to a cart a couple of hundred meters away from them. "What's that?" she asked.

Curious, Clint led her towards the cart. As they neared it, Clint could see that it had 'Hot Churros' written across the top.
"Churros!" Clint said happily, speeding his walk up.
"Churros?" Natasha sounded confused.

"They're only the greatest things ever. They're donut sticks!"

Natasha frowned. "I'll take your word for it."

They walked to the cart and much to Clint's disappointment there was no one to be seen attending it.

"Maybe they just went to the bathroom or something," Natasha said, looking around to see if she could see anyone.

Clint groaned. He really wanted a churro.
"I'm so sorry!" came a voice.
Clint and Natasha turned around to see a man in his mid-fifties running towards them. His cheeks were red from cold and he looked like he was very out of breath.

Puffing, the man stopped in front of them. "I am really sorry," he panted. "I'd gone to find the bathroom because no one was coming to the card."

Clint ignored the smug look that Natasha shot at him.
The man waddled behind the cart and turned back to Clint with a big smile on his face. "What can I get you?" he asked cheerfully.

"Two please," Clint said, digging clumsily inside his back pocket to extract the money to pay the man.

When the churros were done and payed for, Clint handed one to Natasha and took a bite from the other one. It was so hot he nearly burned himself, but he kept eating. Natasha bit hers nervously, but after her first taste she decided she really liked it and she ate the rest quickly.

"How had I never had one of those before?" Natasha asked, wiping her hands on the napkin before chucking it in the bin.

"I have no idea," Clint chuckled, throwing his napkin in after Natasha's.

They walked along the edge of lake, watching some of the more skilled skaters and trying not to laugh at the people who couldn't skate at all.

"Look out!"

Clint and Natasha turned around, but before they could do anything, a massive German Shepard rammed into Natasha and sent her crashing to the ground.

The dog's owner rushed over and grabbed the big dog by the collar and pulled it off Natasha. Clint helped Natasha up as the owner struggled to reconnect the leash to her unruly dog.

Natasha was covered in snow and shivering uncontrollably.

"I'm so sorry," the dog owner said. "You're not hurt are you?"

Natasha's shook her head. "It's fine," she stuttered through chattering teeth. "I'm fine."

The dog owner looked at Natasha nervous and then dragged her monstrous dog away from them. Clint could see how could Natasha was, so he unzipped his top jacket and pulled it off. He inhaled sharply when the cold air hit him, but he didn't stop. He draped the jacket around Natasha's shoulders and then put his arm around her, using his free hand to brush some of the snow out of her hair.

"But you'll g-get cold," Natasha said.

"I don't care, just so long as you're warm," Clint replied. "Now, let's get you home."

A/N: I understand that Clint didn't really "offer" her his jacket, but if he had, she would have said no, and he would have given it to her anyway, so there was no point in him asking :)