"Well, at least she likes my cooking. That's a start, right?"
Clint watched the kitten lick off her treat of Natasha's finger with a chuckle. Her unusual choice of seating had confused for a moment, but it was definitely a good idea in terms of bonding further with little one. If Natasha could keep her plate out of reach, that was. Watching the two of them eat certainly got him more hungry, and he might or not steal a few drops of that chocolate sauce while his pancake was cooking.
Finally he could join the rest of his little gang on the floor though, plate and fork in one hand and the pill he had gotten out the kitty bag in the meantime in the other.
"Maybe we should try it with chocolate today?", he mused, rolling the small white thing between his fingers.
He wasn't looking forward to be the evil stepparent again who only came with the bad stuff whenever he touched little one, but he just wasn't comfortable with the idea of her scratching Natasha. His hand still hurt from the one fine cut he hadn't bothered to disinfect last time. Of course it was ridiculous, they had both been far worse hurt, but given Natasha's condition right now... He just didn't want to take any risks.
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Date: 2014-07-06 04:43 pm (UTC)From:Clint watched the kitten lick off her treat of Natasha's finger with a chuckle. Her unusual choice of seating had confused for a moment, but it was definitely a good idea in terms of bonding further with little one. If Natasha could keep her plate out of reach, that was. Watching the two of them eat certainly got him more hungry, and he might or not steal a few drops of that chocolate sauce while his pancake was cooking.
Finally he could join the rest of his little gang on the floor though, plate and fork in one hand and the pill he had gotten out the kitty bag in the meantime in the other.
"Maybe we should try it with chocolate today?", he mused, rolling the small white thing between his fingers.
He wasn't looking forward to be the evil stepparent again who only came with the bad stuff whenever he touched little one, but he just wasn't comfortable with the idea of her scratching Natasha. His hand still hurt from the one fine cut he hadn't bothered to disinfect last time. Of course it was ridiculous, they had both been far worse hurt, but given Natasha's condition right now... He just didn't want to take any risks.