Clint had decided that since he was already busy in the kitchen he could as well start on diner. There was still the pasta Angelina had prepared waiting for them, so it wouldn't be much work. He got the big kettle out of the fridge and left it on the counter for defrosting. While he searched through the supplies he had bought in the morning to scramble a half decent salad, he could hear Natasha talk to the kitten through the open window and smiled to himself. As long as the little one was eating, she was doing okay and would hopefully grow and get stronger soon.

It was too early to get the dressing done yet, so he left his preparations for the moment and joined Natasha with a fresh water bottle for her, munching on a tomato slice.

"You two comfortable, I hope?"