"You didn't have a lot of the stuff that we do in this era," she pointed out gently. He grew up in an different era and a different body, Chinese take-out was certainly not something he grew up. She leaned into the kiss, stuck between the tingling excitement of kissing him and the warmth it gave, and that annoying voice whispering doubts and worst case scenarios. She lifted her eyebrow and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, did you lend your computer to Clint? Tony wouldn't bother, but I'm sure Clint would think whatever it was was funny."