"I can hardly argue with that", Clint admitted, still grumbling mostly at himself and already on the way to the door.
Half-way he thought better though and went to his dresser to put on some comfortable dark sweatpants and the shoes that had ended up in a careless pile there earlier. And while he was already on it, he could as well get that old, ragged blanket from the last drawer, something that no one used anymore anyway. Which made him roll his eyes even more at himself.
It was official, he was doomed. Well, he could use a short walk to get his muscles back working anyway.
"Back in a minute."
He really had no idea what got into him. Except for that soft, tender tone in Natasha's voice maybe, and that little light in her eyes when she talked to their furry visitor. Whatever it was, half a minute later - now with the door closed - he found himself behind the house under the same small roof eaves where he kept his scooter from occasional rain and greedy looks from outside.
In the corner between the bike and the house, there was an empty apple box stacked that he had meant to discard for probably 2 years or something. Nothing he needed, no hurt at all in creating a little nest with that blanket and the bowl of milk he had taken along from the front door. Not much left in there, but he could take care of that tomorrow, after the market. For today a certain little someone had definitely had enough food.
No effort at all, coming back here once or twice a day to leave something to eat, just a nice gesture to make Natasha happy, and from now on the front door would stay closed firmly, and...
And also he was a big sap and an idiot. Damnit, Barton.
After rolling his eyes for a last time, he leaned over to the tilted living room window and knocked to get Natasha's attention.
"Alright, red, get him out here. I've got a place for the night for him."
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Date: 2014-03-29 07:14 pm (UTC)From:Half-way he thought better though and went to his dresser to put on some comfortable dark sweatpants and the shoes that had ended up in a careless pile there earlier. And while he was already on it, he could as well get that old, ragged blanket from the last drawer, something that no one used anymore anyway. Which made him roll his eyes even more at himself.
It was official, he was doomed. Well, he could use a short walk to get his muscles back working anyway.
"Back in a minute."
He really had no idea what got into him. Except for that soft, tender tone in Natasha's voice maybe, and that little light in her eyes when she talked to their furry visitor. Whatever it was, half a minute later - now with the door closed - he found himself behind the house under the same small roof eaves where he kept his scooter from occasional rain and greedy looks from outside.
In the corner between the bike and the house, there was an empty apple box stacked that he had meant to discard for probably 2 years or something. Nothing he needed, no hurt at all in creating a little nest with that blanket and the bowl of milk he had taken along from the front door. Not much left in there, but he could take care of that tomorrow, after the market. For today a certain little someone had definitely had enough food.
No effort at all, coming back here once or twice a day to leave something to eat, just a nice gesture to make Natasha happy, and from now on the front door would stay closed firmly, and...
And also he was a big sap and an idiot. Damnit, Barton.
After rolling his eyes for a last time, he leaned over to the tilted living room window and knocked to get Natasha's attention.
"Alright, red, get him out here. I've got a place for the night for him."