Kate & Peter
Kate jumped a little at the feel of the elbow, and was just about to freak out about meade being spilled all over her dress when the kid stopped the sloshing and saved the day. The grin on Kate's face was probably very telling about how much she appreciated him caring for her clothes.
"Yeah it was, good reflexes," she beamed, holding up her own stein of ale. And then her jaw dropped. "Shut the front door. You're... you're not. You can't be. Peter Parker's like totally old. He's practically Clint-age."
She sipped, then gave a quick, "Oh! I'm Kate. Kate Bishop."