because domestic clint unf

Clint was nearly done chopping the vegetables when Natasha padded into the kitchen, ducking between the arm that held the vegetable and the one doing the chopping, and snuggled herself into his chest. 

He feigned annoyance as he kissed the top of her head and chuckled “Hey, you’re the one who wanted veggie paella, so shoo.”

She looped her arms around his neck then, and he couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hand to her already swelling belly as she leaned up to kiss him, arching her eyebrow wickedly as she said, “I know and I’m very grateful, but the kid wants Chinese now, and that we can order from bed.”