"Well, I'm officially allowed to use my bank accounts again, so if you run out of money, I can still get us both through for a few days."
Grinning, Clint left a quick kiss on her neck before he went off on his own and softly patted her hand away from where she was measuring her body. That was the least thing she should have to worry about right now.
"You look great as ever, red. Get your body back on track, then you'll be back to workout routine in no time."
He left her alone to hopefully ponder a little about his words and at least get that silly concern out of her head. His own work was quickly taken care of. Lots of water and milk, a little wine, enough meat for more than one humble attempt of bolognese... Probably he bought too much of everything as usual, just to make sure they'd be good for a while. Well, Angelina could always use the rest to take care of her little furry fosterlings for a while, once they would leave.
The woman behind the meat stand also let him know very helpfully that cats could eat pretty much everything except for pork which he seldom bought anyway. It also wouldn't hurt to leave a few leftovers of vegetables and fruit on the plate for little one. No big deal, really. He planned on cooking more anyway. Getting another bowl with stuff ready was no effort, right? The part of his brain still battling that whole cat keeping concept, saved a lot of more advices in the back of his brain for later - watering down the milk was good, right? Cheaper and all - and rather concentrated on his purchase. And if there was a small fish supply in his bags though he wasn't even a big fan of the stuff, he could always say, it was for Natasha.
After getting the whole stuff in the trunk of their car, his arms burned a little indeed and he decided, that had been enough of workout for today. Lying on the beach with Natasha, a long lazy afternoon that hopefully would make her feel better, stealing a little kiss and touch here and there... That sounded really nice now.
On the way back he passed a bakery that was opened unusually early for Italian clocks and entered without even thinking about it much, vaguely remembering that Natasha still didn't have much in her stomach. She could always say no.
"Don't judge. I've exhausted myself, I need more energy."
He came back to find her by some rummage stand, just too late to spot what she put in her bag, and tried to stare not too curiously. He rather busied himself with his snack instead. Second breakfast was totally a thing in some countries, right? With a rueful grin, he held out the second flatbread sandwich to Natasha. It wasn't even an excuse to just get her to eat. If he didn't take care, he'd be the one complaining about putting on weight soon again.
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Date: 2014-04-05 10:47 am (UTC)From:Grinning, Clint left a quick kiss on her neck before he went off on his own and softly patted her hand away from where she was measuring her body. That was the least thing she should have to worry about right now.
"You look great as ever, red. Get your body back on track, then you'll be back to workout routine in no time."
He left her alone to hopefully ponder a little about his words and at least get that silly concern out of her head. His own work was quickly taken care of. Lots of water and milk, a little wine, enough meat for more than one humble attempt of bolognese... Probably he bought too much of everything as usual, just to make sure they'd be good for a while. Well, Angelina could always use the rest to take care of her little furry fosterlings for a while, once they would leave.
The woman behind the meat stand also let him know very helpfully that cats could eat pretty much everything except for pork which he seldom bought anyway. It also wouldn't hurt to leave a few leftovers of vegetables and fruit on the plate for little one. No big deal, really. He planned on cooking more anyway. Getting another bowl with stuff ready was no effort, right? The part of his brain still battling that whole cat keeping concept, saved a lot of more advices in the back of his brain for later - watering down the milk was good, right? Cheaper and all - and rather concentrated on his purchase. And if there was a small fish supply in his bags though he wasn't even a big fan of the stuff, he could always say, it was for Natasha.
After getting the whole stuff in the trunk of their car, his arms burned a little indeed and he decided, that had been enough of workout for today. Lying on the beach with Natasha, a long lazy afternoon that hopefully would make her feel better, stealing a little kiss and touch here and there... That sounded really nice now.
On the way back he passed a bakery that was opened unusually early for Italian clocks and entered without even thinking about it much, vaguely remembering that Natasha still didn't have much in her stomach. She could always say no.
"Don't judge. I've exhausted myself, I need more energy."
He came back to find her by some rummage stand, just too late to spot what she put in her bag, and tried to stare not too curiously. He rather busied himself with his snack instead. Second breakfast was totally a thing in some countries, right? With a rueful grin, he held out the second flatbread sandwich to Natasha. It wasn't even an excuse to just get her to eat. If he didn't take care, he'd be the one complaining about putting on weight soon again.
"Want to help me out with that?"