Clint & Natasha
"Yeah? Good," Natasha said, and she didn't bother trying to hide the relief in her voice, that he seemed happy with it, that it was working out the way she had wanted it to be. "I mean - you're welcome. Happy birthday, Clint, I'm glad you're having a nice time." She carded her fingers through his hair, smiling as she wove her way through the strands, then tipped him back toward her mouth for another kiss - this time a little more lingering, a little less quick.
More publicly physically affectionate than she'd normally be, but - she wanted to. It had been a little bit of a rough week or so, for them, and now that it was smoothing out, now that they were on the other side, it made her appreciative. Generally appreciative, for the things they could do, for what they had.
"Hey, you know what I haven't asked?" she said, leaning against his shoulder as she lifted her own beer for a sip. She didn't drink it that often, mostly just at parties and, well, this qualified. "I don't know how old you are, where you're coming from. Should I have gotten, mmm...fifty candles for the cake? Fifty-two?"