Clint sighed without a sound. He didn't mind workout, not at all, in fact physical activity had always been just the balance he needed to deal with the crap happening in his life from early age on. He just wasn't a morning person. But the clocks in southern regions were running differently, the evenings here were for having fun and the days indeed to hot to risk a collapse on the street. If he wanted to stay in shape, he better got his ass up.
The thing that really made him hesitate was Natasha's unstable condition just a few minutes ago. He had to actively remind himself that coddling her wasn't an option.
"I should call you for a kick in the ass more often. They feel nice", he mumbled, reluctantly pushing himself up. "I'll take my phone along, just in case..."
He shrugged lightly and didn't finish the sentence. It was hard to turn off such an instinct, after all. He bent down for another soft kiss before he trotted to the door, still yawning, to change into the light track suit he had brought for such workouts.
There was a little milk left in that bottle that Angelina had stored in the fridge, along with the fruit stuff and a little ham and cheese that Natasha could use up if she needed a snack to get her energy levels up while he was gone. He took the milk outside when he left and filled the empty bowl in the cat's box behind the house. Their little visitor wasn't there but he hadn't expected it to. It still was a stray. The kitten would probably be back if it got hungry.
He still didn't want to go into deep thought how he had ended up with a cat, though. Instead he left the garden, falling into a slow, light jog once he was out on the nearly empty street. Angelina again gave him that knowing little smile when he passed her by, doubtlessly having realized one of her little furry wards had found a new home. He just shrugged, with a sigh. Turned out, life wasn't half as calm and relaxing in his old home as he had thought.
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Clint sighed without a sound. He didn't mind workout, not at all, in fact physical activity had always been just the balance he needed to deal with the crap happening in his life from early age on. He just wasn't a morning person. But the clocks in southern regions were running differently, the evenings here were for having fun and the days indeed to hot to risk a collapse on the street. If he wanted to stay in shape, he better got his ass up.
The thing that really made him hesitate was Natasha's unstable condition just a few minutes ago. He had to actively remind himself that coddling her wasn't an option.
"I should call you for a kick in the ass more often. They feel nice", he mumbled, reluctantly pushing himself up. "I'll take my phone along, just in case..."
He shrugged lightly and didn't finish the sentence. It was hard to turn off such an instinct, after all. He bent down for another soft kiss before he trotted to the door, still yawning, to change into the light track suit he had brought for such workouts.
There was a little milk left in that bottle that Angelina had stored in the fridge, along with the fruit stuff and a little ham and cheese that Natasha could use up if she needed a snack to get her energy levels up while he was gone. He took the milk outside when he left and filled the empty bowl in the cat's box behind the house. Their little visitor wasn't there but he hadn't expected it to. It still was a stray. The kitten would probably be back if it got hungry.
He still didn't want to go into deep thought how he had ended up with a cat, though. Instead he left the garden, falling into a slow, light jog once he was out on the nearly empty street. Angelina again gave him that knowing little smile when he passed her by, doubtlessly having realized one of her little furry wards had found a new home. He just shrugged, with a sigh. Turned out, life wasn't half as calm and relaxing in his old home as he had thought.