Natasha liked that option much better, especially when Clint revealed that the person that he trusted with his house might have just the information that Natasha needed. His follow up line made her a little nervous, though. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle personal questions; she was an expert at spinning a tale, after all, but these were good people, and she always hated being too false with the genuinely nice ones.

“If that’s the case you better fill me in on what she already knows about you so I can answer appropriately,” Natasha replied. She would hate to blow his cover if he did indeed have one of any sort going on here. “Though I suppose I can always distract her from questioning by simply gushing about how wonderful you are in every way.”

She grinned at him when she spoke, a grin that only grew wider at his surprised expression, as if he was surprised that the kitten could be so cute.

The grin he wore when the kitten licked his finger was an absolutely beautiful sight to see, and one she had seen far too seldom the past few months. “She seems to already have you wrapped around her little claw, at least.”