I can never separate Clint from his straight from the pot drinking habit ever again. :sighs:

Well if he is going to drink the entire pot, why bother pouring it out in increments into a mug? ;)

Besides, dishes?? Who's got the time ...

I'll start: in my headcanon, Clint is a good, if experimental, cook. Sometimes his flavour combinations are brilliant, and other times... not so much. There was a string of cake construction failures after he watched The Great British Bake Off that one time.

Natasha loves to cook when she has the time. There is something soothing for her in the act of creating something nourishing.

I'll need some cake construction failure specifics please. ;)

Agree about Natasha. Now what happens when they cooking together???

Natasha still teases him about the collapsing beer-flavoured eclair tower. ;)

Brilliant! I can just imagine Clint's heartbroken face. Aw, tower.

Two words: Skittles reduction!!!

Natasha's apartment in New York, unlike Clint's, is entirely off the grid. He is the only other 'superhero' to know of it's location, and one of only a few to know of it's existence. The interior is decorated in gentle blue and warms brown with cream accents, and there are a dozen knifes and sidearms at strategic locations in the living room alone.

It also has an extremely well-stocked kitchen.

When she is cooking alone, Natasha makes Russian food. The cuisine of her home country is pretty much the only part of her childhood that hasn't turned sour in retrospect. Clint loves her spanakopita, her recipe for sweetened kasha, and pirozhki in particular, which makes her enjoy cooking them even more.

When Clint visits for dinner, she will sometimes cede the floor to him. Clint doesn't have many good memories of food from his youth, and what he does remember he can't cook. He can make the best 40-minute baklava Natasha has ever had, along with tasty pão de queijo, and he can make any curry from sweet to screaming.

When they cook together, they only make a mess.

Edited 2015-10-17 02:13 am (UTC)

Oh, jeez, somewhere I have a half-finished fic (based on a prompt from this comm, I'm pretty sure) about Natasha and her relationship with cooking. Now I have to go find it...

Oh, yes. Do!!!

Clint doesn't really cook, unless you count coffee. That, he has down to a T! He heats up a mean pizza, though... But mainly, he lives off Chinese food from those handy boxes you don't have to wash -- bonus, you can play around with the chopsticks after.

Natasha's favourite food is caprese salad. All the major food groups in one (provided it's followed by dark chocolate).