"Yeah?" Clint smiled and took the kitten back from her, presenting it to Mama dog, who sniffed the fluffball and then started licking it, as if Clint and Natasha had somehow soiled it. "That's be great, Tash. If you can get their new home set up, I'll stay out here, make Mama realize that we're not going anywhere, and she can trust us."
He sat down, then, back against the house, and tilted his head to give his Angel Mistress a beguiling look.