That simple kiss on her hand told her all she needed to know and she replied by squeezing his fingers and moving closer to brush her shoulder against his.  No matter what they would always have each other, and as long as they could still laugh together then they could make it through anything.

Watching Liho present her trophy, Natasha couldn’t help but crouch down and scratch the little one on the top of her head.  Part of her wanted to discourage the behaviour that Clint pointed out, but she wanted Liho to be able to catch her own prey and feed herself, and if they had to put up with some headless birds on the floor every so often in the meantime, then so be it.  It wasn’t like they both hadn’t seen much worse.

“Such a fierce warrior,” Natasha cooed at the kitten that was enjoying every second of the attention.  Glancing up at Clint she smirked.  “As long as she doesn’t leave them in our bed then I think we’ll get along fine.”