Clint knew he had lost the battle the second Natasha picked up that little furball - again - and smiled in a way she probably wasn't even aware of. They definitely wouldn't get rid of that troublemaker anymore now. Oh well... As long as it stayed outside...
He faked a heavy, suffering sigh as he made his way into his house, mostly to hide his own grin. And here he was already thinking about putting some food out the next morning, just because things that made Natasha happy made him happy. Teenager in love indeed, Barton.
He busied himself in the kitchen until Natasha followed, coming up with new big glasses of water with lemon and ice cubes for refreshment. Sitting them down on the sofa table, he frowned at the suitcases still being mostly in the way.
"You want to sit a little while I take care of that stuff?" Knowing how important it was for her to not feel to not feel babied, he quickly added, grinning: "Unless you have all kind of dirty surprises in your suitcase that I'm not supposed to see. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."
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Date: 2014-03-23 10:13 am (UTC)From:He faked a heavy, suffering sigh as he made his way into his house, mostly to hide his own grin. And here he was already thinking about putting some food out the next morning, just because things that made Natasha happy made him happy. Teenager in love indeed, Barton.
He busied himself in the kitchen until Natasha followed, coming up with new big glasses of water with lemon and ice cubes for refreshment. Sitting them down on the sofa table, he frowned at the suitcases still being mostly in the way.
"You want to sit a little while I take care of that stuff?" Knowing how important it was for her to not feel to not feel babied, he quickly added, grinning: "Unless you have all kind of dirty surprises in your suitcase that I'm not supposed to see. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."