A/N: Clint and Natasha are the best!
Prompt: "Person A demands to take a picture with Santa, even though they're way too old. Person B is amused and annoyed."
"We have to. It's a Christmas tradition!" Clint protested.
Natasha watched him with a stony expression. "It's for children."
Clint sighed dramatically. "You say that about everything, Nat."
Without saying a word, Natasha looked at the families that had gathered around them. Even for someone who liked being around kids this was a lot, and everyone who knew her knew that if someone was to make a list of all the most likely babysitters, her name would be dead last.
Clint followed her point of view around the plaza and then, changing his tactics, he gestured to the mall around them, somewhat hampered by the full shopping bags he was holding. "You had fun today, didn't you?" he challenged.
Natasha shrugged. "Yes," she said simply.
"Exactly," Clint said with the tone of someone who had just brought forth a major concession. "So, we should do this because a) it's a Christmas tradition and b) it's fun."
"You're missing the point," Natasha said, waving a hand to the fake snow and glittering Christmas trees covering the display in front of them that took up two-thirds of the open space. "This is literally for children."
Clint paused for a moment and scrutinized the crowd of children and parents forming a loose semblance of a line. "You're only as old as you feel," he proclaimed philosophically, before abandoning his bags and darting forwards. "Besides, Santa is for everyone!" he called over his shoulder.
Natasha sighed again, barely suppressing a grin as she slid her phone out of her pocket. She would never admit that she thought it was hilarious, but she knew Stark would appreciate the pictures at least as much as she would.