Clint was actually glad, Natasha came back to that thought so soon herself. He probably would have brought it up tomorrow anyway. If they were doing this, he was planning on doing a good job.
"I've got a notebook in my suitcase and that prepaid stick from the airport."
He had never bothered installing a network access in a house he so seldom used, and he had been hesitant to even buy that damn Internet stick. He didn't want to get tempted to do anything even remotely smelling off work. But now he was glad, he had brought it. They didn't even have a newspaper in the house.
"You can take a look if you like, while I'm trying to not blow up the kitchen. Might be, there's actually one or two vets in the village up here. It's grown a little since last I was here."
He watched the little one while he was talking, amused by the picture of that small creature fighting a brave battle against the big mouse monster. So, Natasha had brought her own little souvenirs from the market... Carefully, to not startle the kitten, he reached inside the box and held the toy up by its tail, just a little too high, so their little guest had to stretch and try getting it back between its tiny paws.
"Now, now", he chuckled when the kitten gave something between a whine and a very small, very harmless sounding hiss. "You've got to earn your stay here, furball. Workout every evening, got it? Gotta learn how to catch yourself some prey without us."
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Clint was actually glad, Natasha came back to that thought so soon herself. He probably would have brought it up tomorrow anyway. If they were doing this, he was planning on doing a good job.
"I've got a notebook in my suitcase and that prepaid stick from the airport."
He had never bothered installing a network access in a house he so seldom used, and he had been hesitant to even buy that damn Internet stick. He didn't want to get tempted to do anything even remotely smelling off work. But now he was glad, he had brought it. They didn't even have a newspaper in the house.
"You can take a look if you like, while I'm trying to not blow up the kitchen. Might be, there's actually one or two vets in the village up here. It's grown a little since last I was here."
He watched the little one while he was talking, amused by the picture of that small creature fighting a brave battle against the big mouse monster. So, Natasha had brought her own little souvenirs from the market... Carefully, to not startle the kitten, he reached inside the box and held the toy up by its tail, just a little too high, so their little guest had to stretch and try getting it back between its tiny paws.
"Now, now", he chuckled when the kitten gave something between a whine and a very small, very harmless sounding hiss. "You've got to earn your stay here, furball. Workout every evening, got it? Gotta learn how to catch yourself some prey without us."