Clint was kind of used to finishing Natasha's food, she just naturally ate a little less than him. Especially in their spare time when they didn't have to store nutrients like a camel, like before or on a mission. At least she had something to get her going through the day now, and his own stomach sure didn't mind having another bite.

He had just finished the last of it when Natasha joined him in the conversation with the dealer. She definitely surprised him with that smile of hers after she had been so upset on the subject just a few minutes before. His first assumption apparently had been right: that little black devil had bewitched them both. He still thought, this could be a good thing if done right, though. He would be very mindful of not letting that little creature too much into their life, so the good-bye in the end wouldn't be that hurtful. This was only about coddling the little on up until it could be on its own. Definitely. Nothing else.

Somehow he still had a silly grin plastered on his face when he paid for that damn basket and the two solid metal bowls the dealer sneakily slipped inside before he could protest. Oh well. At least he'd get his peanut bowl back now.

"Was just thinking", he murmured, fighting hard to actively keep his cheeks from blushing. "We can take her for a ride to the vet in the next days. Clean her up a little and all. She'll be healthier without parasites. Oh well. She'll probably scratch my wrists open if I try to put her in there."

"Just leave some goodies and her favorite blanket in there, then she'll go in all by herself", the seller advised him immediately, obviously still hoping for a big deal. "There's special treats especially for young cats, she'll just love it. I have very good relationships with a pet store in Catania. Just give me a list and I'll have it for you in no time..."

"Very thoughtful of you, but she's not our cat..."

Clint threw Natasha a look between amusement and desperation.