The sound of Natasha's laugh was always something to touch Clint's heart deeply, and especially when it had become rare, he soaked in every second, every nuance to memorize. He turned his head to her, still smiling widely and reached for her hand, pulling it close for a kiss, letting her know everything he didn't need to say, not all the time, not when they were just having a happy moment.

If Liho realized that their temporary owners were laughing at her still rather undeveloped hunting skills, she didn't seem to mind. She finally got her claws out of the rough toy fabric and got to her feet, her prey proudly in her little mouth, and carried it over to Natasha, looking up at her as if she expected some kind of praise. Which definitely topped the cute performance a second ago.

"You just wait, in no time she brings you real birds and rats", Clint chuckled.