Natasha started a little when Clint’s voice sounded from the doorway.  She had been so distracted with her own contemplation that she hadn’t heard his approach.  “Do I want to ask what they tried to call you?” she asked the kitten before looking up to meet Clint’s eyes.  It was nice to see a real smile on his lips, even if it was only fleeting.  She missed his smile already, how carefree he had been yesterday after so many months of near depression.  Of course just when things were starting to look up, everything had to get messed up again. 

  Rubbing the towel gently over the furball, she looked back down at it again.  “Did you hear that?  You get to have the run of the place for a little while.  You should be grateful.  He doesn’t turn off the AC for just anyone.”  

Carrying the cat back through to the living room, she paused at Clint’s side to lean her head against his shoulder and place a soft kiss on his arm.  They were strong, and never stronger than when they were together.  The would get through this.