They moved at an unhurried pace, and Natasha was pleased when Clint wordlessly took the keys and got into the driver’s seat of the car. It was the final proof that he was feeling better, at least for now, and just seeing it allowed her to relax even more.

Liho was waiting for them when they returned, and while Natasha knew it probably wasn’t good that the kitten had grown to depend on them so quickly, she couldn’t help but be pleased at the sight of the black furball sitting on the front stoop. Seeing Clint make a beeline for it and offer instantly to feed her only only spurred on that feeling.

“Okay,” Natasha agreed. It was probably a good idea to take separate showers if they wanted to get back out of here in a timely manner, though it was certainly tempting to tell Clint to hurry so he could join her.

Kissing his cheek, she ran her hand down over Liho’s warm fur before slipping into the house, making sure not to let the kitten in with her.