Clint seemed just as keen to call the kitten a ‘he’ as Natasha had been; it was sort of the default gender term when people were unsure. “Apparently,” Natasha answered. “I thought we should know so she doesn’t have to be an ‘it’ all the time.”
Handing the kitten over, Natasha couldn’t help but smile a little at how gentle Clint was with it, nor did she fail to notice that little grin he was trying so hard to hide. He was a goner; if she suggested tomorrow that they should find a vet, get the kitten all the proper shots and even give it a name, she figured he would try to argue, but he wouldn’t put much effort into it. Even his attempt at a threat was all for show.
Turning her attention to the kitten, she watched it stand there a minute, unsure whether to accept this new luxury or run, before it finally settled down. She watched a moment longer as Clint moved back to the front door before bidding a quiet ‘good night’ to their furry friend and closing the window.
When Clint reentered the house Natasha was waiting for him, and any lingering animosity she might have felt towards him from their fight earlier was completely gone. “Thank you,” she said softly, pulling him into a gentle hug. It was nothing she had asked for, but she knew he had done it for her nonetheless.
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Date: 2014-03-29 09:01 pm (UTC)From:Handing the kitten over, Natasha couldn’t help but smile a little at how gentle Clint was with it, nor did she fail to notice that little grin he was trying so hard to hide. He was a goner; if she suggested tomorrow that they should find a vet, get the kitten all the proper shots and even give it a name, she figured he would try to argue, but he wouldn’t put much effort into it. Even his attempt at a threat was all for show.
Turning her attention to the kitten, she watched it stand there a minute, unsure whether to accept this new luxury or run, before it finally settled down. She watched a moment longer as Clint moved back to the front door before bidding a quiet ‘good night’ to their furry friend and closing the window.
When Clint reentered the house Natasha was waiting for him, and any lingering animosity she might have felt towards him from their fight earlier was completely gone. “Thank you,” she said softly, pulling him into a gentle hug. It was nothing she had asked for, but she knew he had done it for her nonetheless.