This place was pretty healing in a way. Maybe it was the lack of real responsibility - that they could set the things that stressed them out the most aside and not need to worry about it for a while. Vegas had been an outlier in a lot of ways, but the random alien fight wasn't what Clint had been focused on. He hadn't had to save the world in -- months and months now.
It felt pretty good. Even if he had to get his works outs in in other ways. It was kind of nice though -- figuring out what normal people felt like on a day to day.
Well. Mostly normal. This place was never going to be a go to the mall, grocery store, SUV, pay taxes kind of place. But they were certainly playing house just fine. More than playing. They were doing it. They even had about a billion pets between the two of them -- even if Lucky, Nock and KH came and went as they pleased, most of the time. And Tony was.... Tony.
"There are no health codes here," Clint said with a laugh, offering another peck on the lips. "Oh my god, we're all going to die of food poisoning."