A small giggle, Ava makes no commentary on the supposed handsome ranking of other men. But she's warming up to this Hawkeye far quicker than the dreadful purple arrow guy.

"Shaken, not stirred," she teases with an oh so innocent glance up at her husband. "And I'll steal a puff or two off Peter's. Just so he doesn't have to wait to brush his teeth." Before that goodnight kiss he promised.

Yes, sorry. They are this disgusting.