Wanda & Matt
Every once in a while, Matt completely forgot about Wanda's life as an Avenger. Naturally, he knew about their exploits over the year. He'd been in New York during the Chitauri attack, and he'd followed along with the news about the events in Sokovia and then the U.N. bombing in Vienna. Sometimes he had to stop and really marvel at the fact that he was surrounded by the people he'd only heard about. He shot her a smile after getting out of his own head. "I've heard the culinary arts are akin to the sciences. I bet you could go toe to toe with Tony and Bruce any day."
Matt grinned and shook his head. "Don't discount your tastebuds. One of these days I'll introduce you to a 2004 Blanc de Blancs. Y'know, when I'm rolling in that legal dough that I never really had before. I was very good at showing up at parties I wasn't necessarily invited to, usually thrown by people with deep and dubiously sourced pockets."
He pushed his shoulder lightly into hers, somehow not jostling his own plate and dropping the whole thing. "You should start an actual list, for sure. But don't just take my suggestions. I'm sure you have other friends who can steer you in the right direction."