Clint & Natasha
He wasn't sure about that claim, but it seemed fair that Natasha at least be allowed to make it anyway, even if she probably didn't know for sure how old everyone else around was. "If you say so," he said, and stretched out a bit more -- half contemplating laying down on his stomach -- but it'd be just so much harder to drink beer that way.
He smirked over Natasha's question, because it was just so -- teenager on a date and he was into it, frankly. Because it sounded fun, because he hadn't done it with her before. But -- "Depends," he said, squinting at her thoughtfully. "What's my present?"