Clint glanced in through the half open door, just finished with setting up their early lunch in time to hear Natasha's pondering. For the first time since yesterday that smile on his lips didn't feel completely forced.
So it seemed to work, Natasha at least was still bonding with their little ward and if that helped her pass the time, make the next weeks at least a little brighter, that was all he could ask for. Of course it would hurt too if something happened to little one, and saying good-bye in the end wouldn't be much easier, but these were at least things they were used to. Things that were out of their control. In the end they would be able to say, they had done what they could.
That was more than he could claim about that other catastrophe happening right now, the one they both ignored like it wouldn't touch them much more than a stray kitten making itself at home in their house.
He started to get used to suppress such bitter, cold thoughts already, he found with another, sad smile. That was their training, after all, and it wasn't like he had a choice anyway. Like he could change anything. Working himself up would make it only worse for Natasha.
It was so much easier watching her dry that little helpless animals on her arms and tell himself that they were as alright as could be.
"I've turned the air conditioning off. If we let her run around in the living room a little while we eat, she should be good to go soon."
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Clint glanced in through the half open door, just finished with setting up their early lunch in time to hear Natasha's pondering. For the first time since yesterday that smile on his lips didn't feel completely forced.
So it seemed to work, Natasha at least was still bonding with their little ward and if that helped her pass the time, make the next weeks at least a little brighter, that was all he could ask for. Of course it would hurt too if something happened to little one, and saying good-bye in the end wouldn't be much easier, but these were at least things they were used to. Things that were out of their control. In the end they would be able to say, they had done what they could.
That was more than he could claim about that other catastrophe happening right now, the one they both ignored like it wouldn't touch them much more than a stray kitten making itself at home in their house.
He started to get used to suppress such bitter, cold thoughts already, he found with another, sad smile. That was their training, after all, and it wasn't like he had a choice anyway. Like he could change anything. Working himself up would make it only worse for Natasha.
It was so much easier watching her dry that little helpless animals on her arms and tell himself that they were as alright as could be.
"I've turned the air conditioning off. If we let her run around in the living room a little while we eat, she should be good to go soon."