"You got it, beautiful."

Clint pressed another kiss to her neck and let go off her so she could stand up. He felt a lot clearer, he realized, relieved, when he helped her pack their stuff and lead the way back to the car. Clear enough to drive himself this time. Talking about everything to Natasha and being in the sun for a while had warmed that cold, uncomfortable spot in his soul that constantly tried to fish for worry and bad memories in his brain.

Not much surprising, they were expected when they got home, something that didn't elicit more than a short rolling of his eyes by now. Little one sat on their doorstep not even trying to pretend anymore, with her head high and her thin tail wrapped around her body. Much like a queen waiting for her minions to bring her food.

"Might get disappointed today, furball", he murmured when he passed her by, just patting her head shortly. "No going inside. You can eat out here.
Want to take the shower while I feed her?", he asked Natasha, straightening up with a little sigh. He was turning into the perfect catkeeper, it seemed.