It felt better, less forced when Natasha made a move of touching him, of getting close herself though they were still far from how they usually couldn't keep their hands off each other. Clint had an idea, it would take a while until they could get there again. So he indulged in every small moment they could steal in spite of the situation, like now, reaching up to gently run his fingers through Natasha's hair before she pulled away. Whenever she wanted and needed it, as usual.
It had been a good idea to give the kitten some freedom as it turned out. That way Clint had a good excuse to not touch his already small helping of salad because he was mostly busy taking care of Liho. This time there was no fruit on the sofa table, but that didn't keep little one from climbing its way up there and start tearing a TV magazine apart.
Clint saved what wasn't confetti yet and took yet another turn in being hissed at. He sighed. Now he was being a spoilsport too, great.
He tried hard to remember where he had last seen that toy Natasha had bought. Was there one in these bags he had brought today? Liho found a new target in the dresser, though. Clint had thought that she could impossible get up there, not as small and weak as she was, but he hadn't taken that chair in the corner nearby into consideration. Little one actually made it to climb up there and then set out to jump over to the next heightened surface. At first he grinned about it - and eyed the scene with a worried eye - but after two times of landing flat on the floor, she actually made that jump.
Which meant for him, he had to go save his car keys and phone next. There was also a plastic spoon on the dresser - where the hell did that come from? - that made an acceptable toy at least. Or was it? Maybe it was poisonous for cats or something if they chewed on it, and what if she broke the damn thing and hurt herself?
Finally he went back to the kitchen to search through these bags after all. He returned with a triumphant smile and a little ball with a small bell inside that rang when you rolled it, and two fur mouses. Professional kitty stuff, couldn't go anything wrong with that, right?
Only Liho apparently had already lost interest in playing but sat next to Natasha now and looked up at her with quiet, pleading whines, obviously smelling the food.
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It had been a good idea to give the kitten some freedom as it turned out. That way Clint had a good excuse to not touch his already small helping of salad because he was mostly busy taking care of Liho. This time there was no fruit on the sofa table, but that didn't keep little one from climbing its way up there and start tearing a TV magazine apart.
Clint saved what wasn't confetti yet and took yet another turn in being hissed at. He sighed. Now he was being a spoilsport too, great.
He tried hard to remember where he had last seen that toy Natasha had bought. Was there one in these bags he had brought today? Liho found a new target in the dresser, though. Clint had thought that she could impossible get up there, not as small and weak as she was, but he hadn't taken that chair in the corner nearby into consideration. Little one actually made it to climb up there and then set out to jump over to the next heightened surface. At first he grinned about it - and eyed the scene with a worried eye - but after two times of landing flat on the floor, she actually made that jump.
Which meant for him, he had to go save his car keys and phone next. There was also a plastic spoon on the dresser - where the hell did that come from? - that made an acceptable toy at least. Or was it? Maybe it was poisonous for cats or something if they chewed on it, and what if she broke the damn thing and hurt herself?
Finally he went back to the kitchen to search through these bags after all. He returned with a triumphant smile and a little ball with a small bell inside that rang when you rolled it, and two fur mouses. Professional kitty stuff, couldn't go anything wrong with that, right?
Only Liho apparently had already lost interest in playing but sat next to Natasha now and looked up at her with quiet, pleading whines, obviously smelling the food.