"I have maternal instincts?" Looking at the scene before her, Natasha smiled as she sat next to Clint. She pet the dog first, wanting to let the mother know she had no ill intentions, then scratched the kittens' backs. She chuckled as she watched them play on Clint's lap and claw at his jeans.
Her head rested against his shoulder, his eyes lingering on the kittens for a moment before meeting his. "You do too. Or paternal instincts, rather. Times like this, it's hard to believe you're a demon." She didn't mean it to be mean, but rather since both of their kind would let some other higher power or being take care of them.