008. 𝖈𝖆𝖙 ❟
𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧.

For a while now, you and Clint had been living together in a very happy relationship. It was built on a few arguments, of course, but it was, surprisingly enough, what brought you together the most.

Speaking of arguments, the idea you had a few months ago to get a cat had caused one. You thought that having this little ball of fur would do you the world of good, and fill you with love, but the archer had not been of the same opinion. He saw the education to bring him, the dangers of losing him or even the responsibilities behind it.
Needless to say that after a while, you had finally won this debate of deaf, and you had finally adopted a little kitten as red as the setting sun. You had a great time when you saw Clint fall completely under the spell of this fur ball that meowed so meekly.

Since then, they'd been together ever since, so much so that you wondered who he'd fallen in love with, and you particularly liked to make these kinds of sarcastic remarks.

Today he came home from his job with the Avengers, looking better than ever, while you were already preparing tonight's meal. No sooner had he walked in the door, than your little companion had snuck up on your beloved, despite the delicious fish pie you had offered him. A slight amused sigh escaped your lips as you watched Clint enter the kitchen with your cat in his arms. He offered you a quick kiss in greeting, checking on you.

— " How was your day? he asked, petting the loving animal.

— Oh well. Pretty good actually, you knew that..." you began, before turning around to face a most adorable and rather funny moment at the same time.

Indeed, Clint had just raised your little cat in front of him, ready to offer him a kiss like a loving master, but this one had quickly put his little paw on his lips.

The dark-haired man became slightly indignant.

— "Okay. No kisses obviously. he said, the paw of your pet still on his mouth while a slight laugh escaped from yours.
—And you who didn't want it a few months ago. You've fallen completely in love, huh?
—No, that's not true, I'm not... he denied it.
—Oh yes you are, remind me of the name you carefully gave him when you first saw him at the shelter?
— Tasha.
— And what's the full name you based it on?

—...Natasha, but that doesn't count!
— As long as you name an adorable little animal after your best friend, it counts. you laughed, before reaching over to steal a kiss. I love you, but don't put me under our little Tasha, or I'll get upset.

—I promise, I love you too, you know."