To: Clint From: Natasha (Avengers Fanfiction)

8

I stayed in my stall for a few days.

Clint came back a few hours after feeding time with Steve and Natasha.

Steve was carrying a large red... thing. Steve dropped it on the ground and it bounced back up a few times before it settled in the shavings.

I stared at it. It didn't move again.

The three stared at me expectantly.

I stared back at them expectantly. I looked between them and the... thing... I shakily got up and walked over to it, sniffing at the thing.

"It's just a ball buddy," I heard Clint say suddenly.

I flinched, nudging the 'ball' with my foot.

It rolled, my ears shot up as I stared at it.

I walked closer to it and touched it with my nose, it moved again.

"There you go," I heard someone mutter.

Natasha asked, "So what are you gonna name him?"

Clint hummed in thought, "Starbucks," he replied.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, "Starbucks? Are you serious?"

"He's a buck, and he has a star on his ass," Clint informed her, sounding defensive.

"Isn't that a coffee shop?" Steve questioned.

I nudged the ball with my foot, it rolled and hit Clint's knee.

He nudged it back with his foot, "Yeah, but that's not what he's named after," Clint informed as he sat down in the shavings.

I bleeted, abandoning the ball to go to Clint, curling up in his lap.

Clint put a hand on my head and started rubbing behind my ears, that was my favorite spot...