Clint & Natasha
Sure it wasn't advanced but super heroing took a pretty hard toll on normal squishy humans, and that was a fact. That was probably why there weren't that many of them, and why the Iron Man of his world was lucky to be a genius who just got to rebuild his own body half the damned time. Clint was no genius. He just fell on cars a lot.
"I've always wanted to be the ingenue," he said brightly, but he had no idea what that meant. Still, if it was sexy and young, he could be about it. "A couple years isn't all that much," he pointed out.
Once she started dumping the green candies back into the bag, Clint took the opportunity to just dig them back out again and eat them. Waste not, want not. He didn't love the green ones, but he did love the way the sugar and sour of the candy sort of hurt the top of his mouth.