Resting her chin on his shoulder when he took his seat in front of her, Natasha brought her lips very near to his ear. “Now who said anything about behaving?” she said, giving him a quick nip before leaning back again so they could be on their way.
She was actually quite looking forward to the market. Shopping malls and big box stores had never been her thing, but open air markets always had a sort of feeling about them that she enjoyed. It was easy to get taken in by the cheap knock offs, but there were usually some genuinely well made items to be found, not to mention all the fresh, locally grown produce and home baked goods. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said, knowing he would want to hear it.
It was hard to just sit back and relax. Normally when they had any time away from home it was never more than a few days between the end of the mission and when they had to return, so the concept of just relaxing instead of trying to fill every day with as much as they could was taking a while to set in. Clint had always been more laid back than her, though, and she had no doubt he would make sure she settled down soon enough.
When they reached the house again Natasha couldn’t help but laugh when they found the kitten she had pet earlier waiting for them. “The way you act, one would think you’re allergic to them,” she said, giving Clint a good natured roll of her eyes as she stooped to pick the kitten up. It purred and snuggled against her chest and she could feel her heart softening.
“You can’t come in,” she said to it in Italian as she carried it across the yard to a soft tuft of grass beneath a shady tree. Crouching down again, she set it on the grass and scratched between its ears. “Go find your brothers and sisters, and maybe later I can sneak you out some milk.” This last part was whispered quietly so Clint wouldn’t hear before she got back to her feet and walked back over to the door.
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She was actually quite looking forward to the market. Shopping malls and big box stores had never been her thing, but open air markets always had a sort of feeling about them that she enjoyed. It was easy to get taken in by the cheap knock offs, but there were usually some genuinely well made items to be found, not to mention all the fresh, locally grown produce and home baked goods. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said, knowing he would want to hear it.
It was hard to just sit back and relax. Normally when they had any time away from home it was never more than a few days between the end of the mission and when they had to return, so the concept of just relaxing instead of trying to fill every day with as much as they could was taking a while to set in. Clint had always been more laid back than her, though, and she had no doubt he would make sure she settled down soon enough.
When they reached the house again Natasha couldn’t help but laugh when they found the kitten she had pet earlier waiting for them. “The way you act, one would think you’re allergic to them,” she said, giving Clint a good natured roll of her eyes as she stooped to pick the kitten up. It purred and snuggled against her chest and she could feel her heart softening.
“You can’t come in,” she said to it in Italian as she carried it across the yard to a soft tuft of grass beneath a shady tree. Crouching down again, she set it on the grass and scratched between its ears. “Go find your brothers and sisters, and maybe later I can sneak you out some milk.” This last part was whispered quietly so Clint wouldn’t hear before she got back to her feet and walked back over to the door.