Natasha listened to the quiet sounds in the kitchen, the soft tinkling of Liho’s toy bringing a soft smile to her lips. It wasn’t much longer before the knock on the door.

“Come in,” she said, opening her eyes to look at the door as Clint entered. “Just taking a nap,” she joked though she looked tired enough. It wasn’t really tired so much as weak, and it would pass once she was able to eat again. “Leaving the little one alone out there again? You’re asking for trouble.”