Clint & Natasha
"It's candy," Clint defended, like that made the green ones okay somehow (it did not) but it wasn't like it was going to let it go to waste either. "Gimme a blue one, it'll make it all taste better," he said, wriggling his fingers at her with a lopsided, boyish smile.
It was pretty clear she'd stocked up and Clint was appreciative, of course he was. Even if he didn't understand the concept of chocolate in popcorn. But then, he had some pretty strict popcorn standards in general. Because he'd practically lived off of the stuff when he'd lived with the circus.
He tried it anyway, cautious. Not distrustful -- this wasn't an avocado in a blender situation, after all.
"Aw," he said, amused. "It could be if you wanted it to be. Sharing is nice. Seems like a fine enough present to me." Although okay, true, they did that every other day anyway. "I keep saying this whole thing is more than enough, y'know."