It was true that there were a few places in the world either of them were fond of more than others, but Clint's list was probably much shorter than Natasha's. He had no love for Iowa, and wouldn't go back there unless it was necessary. He liked the West Coast, the predictable and comfortable warmth of California, and had even liked Wisconsin for a short time, when he had Bobbi had taken charge of the Great Lakes Avengers. He was glad not to be there anymore though, the cheese had been entirely too tempting.
But New York? It was his place, absolutely. He'd taken to it like a duck to water when he'd first arrived, had done all the idiot tourist things, sometimes with Natasha and sometimes without (too embarrassed to say he wanted to see Ellis Island). But he'd quickly grown into a local instead of a visitor. It hadn't been hard, not when he had Captain America and Tony Stark showing him all the hole in the wall staples, the best place to get pizza and hot dogs and the streets with the best ethnic foods.
Yeah. He loved New York. Even in the 80's, apparently. "Neon is coming back into fashion," he told Natasha with a thoughtful tone, like maybe he was wondering if he could pull off colors like that. Probably not. "But I don't think crimped hair is ever going to. Scrunchies, on the other hand..." Those had been popular. And that hairspray that they were really worried was destroying the ozone. He forgot the name of it.