Kate and T'Challa
"Ah, yes, but nothing beats good old coffee. Black. Possibly with a dash of sugar. That is, if it's good coffee. Clint and I drink it straight out of the pot." At least, Clint did. Kate would pour it into her Hawkeye mug and sip, half-asleep, sitting on the countertop in Clint's kitchen.
She missed it. Missed him.
If Kate was good at one thing (besides archery, and superheroing, and other Hawkeye-like things) it was turning on a dime. She didn't let her thoughts about Clint and her life from before bring her down. At least, not on the outside. When he mentioned Oakland, she brightened considerably. "Hey, I'd like that a lot. I've never been to Oakland. And we can definitely do some archery! We'll just have to get our hands on some of the supplies." Probably not hard for a king with near limitless resources.