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[bowsniper]

Who: Clint Barton (bowsniper) and Natasha Romanoff ( widows_kiss)
Where: Clint's room, 7th floor
When: April 4th mid afternoon
Rating: PG? PG-13 for swearing
Summary: Someone follows Clint home, obviously Natasha needs to fix it.
The Story:

It had been a normal day so far, well normal for Clint. He woke up, grabbed breakfast, had a quick sparring session with Natasha, then spent the rest of the morning out fixing up the shooting range down by the beach. He grabbed a quick bite in the cafeteria and then made his way back up to his room, debating what he should do with the rest of the day.

Which was about the time that he noticed he was being followed. He doubled back and tried to lose them but they were persistent and Clint gave up and turned around looking down at the tiny black and white kitten that seemed intent on coming home with him.

"Well, this is probably a mistake." He said to it as he opened the door to his room and walked in, the kitten prancing behind him.

He turned and sat on his bed and the kitten sat at his feet. He stared at it, and it stared back at him. "Really really making a mistake cat."

The cat ignored him and jumped onto the bed, settling it's self in a patch of sunlight that was coming through the window. It looked at him again and meowed demandingly.

Clint did the only thing he could think of. He picked up his phone and texted Natasha one word.

Help.

Comments

[bowsniper]

Clint waves her off, when doesn't his logic fail. "But you're crafty and he, she, it? Is crafty. Perfect match." He peered down at the kitten who was now looking up at him. "You should name it Socks."

[widows_kiss]

"I am not naming it," she informs him dryly. "And even if I were, I would not name it Socks. You are terrible at naming, Clint. Although I half expected you to just call it 'Cat'."

[bowsniper]

"Socks is an awesome name, look at it, it has little white socks on its feet. What about Mrs. Whiskersen?" He gives her his most serious face. "I take offense to that comment, I'm awesome at naming things. Look at my children."

[widows_kiss]

"Laura named your children," she reminds him with an arch of her eyebrow. "You don't even know if your cat is female, and I'mm pretty sure she's a little young to be a Mrs."

[bowsniper]

"I helped!" Barely, he did insist on Pietro for Nathaniel though, not that Laura would have argued naming him after the man that saved her husband's life. He eyed the cat curiously. "Ok, so what do you suggest then. I can't just walk around calling it kitty, or cat, or hey you. I mean I can, but I know you'll give me those judgemental eyes."