"It was all I had on hand." He knew where her train of thought was going. He picked up the can of tuna and the bowl the closet provided and opened it, pouring it into the bowl. "Here kitty, you want some food?" The kitten had perked up the moment he opened the cat and lept off Natasha's lap to whee Clint had set the bowl on the floor, eating like it had never seen food.

"Why not? It clearly likes you better. I'm a Hawk, birds and cats don't mix." And that was a horrible reason even he knew that.