Clint had been thinking similar thoughts himself when he’d entered into the kitchen a few moments before her. The place was just huge and there was everything a growing boy could want here. Plenty of food to scavenge. Barton had found his appetite had returned with a vengeance after his chip had been removed. While in Hydra, he’d only been fed ugly looking mush. Now, the world was his oyster. Clint didn’t even notice Wanda stepping into the room at first. He had the fridge door opened and his nose buried inside of it. “Let’s see. Left overs. Oh yeah.. Steak. Old spaghetti. Fried chicken. And, something Asian? Well I don’t know what you are, but I’m going to fucking eat you too. ”