Something Natasha had always been grateful for with their relationship was how well they could communicate without words at all. Some things needed to be said, but times like this words were not necessary. She knew he wouldn’t have said as much as he had if he hadn’t wanted to, and he knew she wasn’t upset that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. They said as much as needed to be said.
Picking up the pace a little until they finally got back to Clint’s little house, Natasha chuckled when they found they had company waiting.
“I did nothing of the sort,” she said, scooping the kitten up in one hand. “I suppose you are more of a dog person?” Holding the kitten up in front Clint’s face a moment as if to challenge him to deny how adorable it was, she took a few steps away from the door and set it down again.
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Something Natasha had always been grateful for with their relationship was how well they could communicate without words at all. Some things needed to be said, but times like this words were not necessary. She knew he wouldn’t have said as much as he had if he hadn’t wanted to, and he knew she wasn’t upset that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. They said as much as needed to be said.
Picking up the pace a little until they finally got back to Clint’s little house, Natasha chuckled when they found they had company waiting.
“I did nothing of the sort,” she said, scooping the kitten up in one hand. “I suppose you are more of a dog person?” Holding the kitten up in front Clint’s face a moment as if to challenge him to deny how adorable it was, she took a few steps away from the door and set it down again. <Run along, little one,> she said in perfect Italian before straightening up and rejoining Clint at the door.
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Date: 2014-03-15 12:51 am (UTC)From:Picking up the pace a little until they finally got back to Clint’s little house, Natasha chuckled when they found they had company waiting.
“I did nothing of the sort,” she said, scooping the kitten up in one hand. “I suppose you are more of a dog person?” Holding the kitten up in front Clint’s face a moment as if to challenge him to deny how adorable it was, she took a few steps away from the door and set it down again.
Picking up the pace a little until they finally got back to Clint’s little house, Natasha chuckled when they found they had company waiting.
“I did nothing of the sort,” she said, scooping the kitten up in one hand. “I suppose you are more of a dog person?” Holding the kitten up in front Clint’s face a moment as if to challenge him to deny how adorable it was, she took a few steps away from the door and set it down again. <Run along, little one,> she said in perfect Italian before straightening up and rejoining Clint at the door.