Clint raised an eyebrow in surprise at the little demonstration of Natasha's language skills. Of course he knew that she spoke all kinds of languages, but sometimes she still surprised him with how well and fast she picked up on them.
"Love your accent", he chuckled, watching the little visitor vanish through a hole in the hedge.
He very much doubted they had seen it for the last time. Not the way it had just looked at him on Natasha's arm, with that smug, nearly triumphing little purr. Little bastard knew exactly it had found someone with a soft spot.
"I don't mind cats", he claimed stiffly, though when they entered, not wanting to spoil the game. "I just wish they got the population in southern countries under control."
Because, really, you wanted to search for the next shotgun when these fleabags started to have midnight conversations or orgies right in front of your house. But he kept that little detail to himself and busied himself with a new water bottle from the fridge instead.
"So... about that bath..."
He leaned against the kitchen counter with one eyebrow raised and didn't even try to hide his very curious glance down Natasha's body. Really, he maybe needed to go sure he didn't have concurrence in the shape of a meowing devil.
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Date: 2014-03-15 01:02 pm (UTC)From:"Love your accent", he chuckled, watching the little visitor vanish through a hole in the hedge.
He very much doubted they had seen it for the last time. Not the way it had just looked at him on Natasha's arm, with that smug, nearly triumphing little purr. Little bastard knew exactly it had found someone with a soft spot.
"I don't mind cats", he claimed stiffly, though when they entered, not wanting to spoil the game. "I just wish they got the population in southern countries under control."
Because, really, you wanted to search for the next shotgun when these fleabags started to have midnight conversations or orgies right in front of your house. But he kept that little detail to himself and busied himself with a new water bottle from the fridge instead.
"So... about that bath..."
He leaned against the kitchen counter with one eyebrow raised and didn't even try to hide his very curious glance down Natasha's body. Really, he maybe needed to go sure he didn't have concurrence in the shape of a meowing devil.