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"I promise you'll like this," Clint announced from the kitchen.
Kate looked unimpressed from her spot on the couch, snuggled up with the dog. "I have it on good authority from your exes that you can't cook."
"Hey, now." Clint came in, looking offended, and carrying... homemade pizza? "Bobbi always ate what I made her."
"I have it on good authority you cooked shirtless," Kate retorted, eyes still on the pizza. Anyone would eat his breakfast if they got a good show, especially his wife. She reached as soon as it was within reach.
Clint pulled it back just beyond if she didn't dump Lucky on the floor. "I could be offended."
Kate rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you're a good cook, Hawkeye. Now hand over the pizza."
He grinned and handed her the plate. "Here you go."
It was good. Warm, gooey, cheesy with just the right amount of her favorite toppings.
"What did I tell you?" he asked smugly, playing keep away from Lucky with his own portion.
Kate just shot him a glare and kept right on munching.