“This was a bad idea, terrible, really. Why is it always the two of us getting ourselves into trouble like this? Does trouble find us or do we find trouble?”
–Clarissa to (Bucky)
{ Closed Starter for @RedemptedSoldat }
Clarissa sat perched on the kitchen table, tapping her fingers gently on the table beside her. "You really know how to cook, huh, love?" She giggled. "I always did love it when you cook. I much rather eat your cooking then dine out."