Clint | Kate :: Costco
Clint didn't think the town was making her weak, but he did think it was making her a little bored. Kate was bypassing safe methods in order to do things that were harder, but probably a lot more fun in terms of risk-taking. He got it, he did stuff like that sometimes too. It was only that he was armed with the knowledge that Natasha would kick his ass if he did something so dumb like fall out of an air duct in a CostCo that stopped him being too stupid.
"Food court," Clint agreed. "I wanna churro." Who didn't want a churro? "And pizza." No offense to Alpha Peter's but there was just something better about some really greasy pizza. Luckily they were on the same wavelength, since Kate suggested the same thing. He grinned and high fived her right back before they snuck back out into the main portion of the store. God, these places were big. It was practically overwhelming.
"We should definitely take some carts," he agreed. That'd let them carry a shit ton more than what they could in their hands. "We just gotta remember one of us takes two carts, the other one goes and gets our stuff and then we make a mad dash for it."
But first pizza. He ordered one with all their favorite toppings, and two sodas because whatever, smoothies were good but they didn't go with pizza, and then went to scope out one of the picnic tables. "Okay," he said to Kate, in his most conspiratorial of voices. "Let's make a list. Stuff we need the most."