Kate took in the disaster that was Clint's kitchen -- the stack of dirty bowls in the sink, the splatter of purple something on the wall, the yellow goo smeared across the counters, the lumpy greyish mass sitting on a plate in the middle of the table -- and stared at it, horrified.

"Uh, Clint... I'm almost afraid to ask, but did you lose a bet to Natasha or something?" she asked.

Clint looked at her sheepishly and answered, "Kinda... Happy Birthday, Katie-Kate!"