Clint & Natasha
"You're not supposed to tell someone what their present is," Natasha scolded. "That defeats the entire purpose of the present being a surprise. You're supposed to... unwrap it."
Natasha gave the bottom of her shirt a tug, in order to emphasize her point that it was contained somewhere on her, raised one eyebrow at him and then set her beer aside so she could reach for the popcorn. "It's really just better this way," she said idly. "You know, the sweet, the salt, a little bit of a crunch..."