To: Clint From: Natasha (Avengers Fanfiction)

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Mister Norman, who was something Bessie called a chicken, was not allowed outside of his cage when I was outside anymore.

I was curled up in my stall with the barn cat, Misses Norris, curled up in the dip of my hip when I heard it.

Scratch scratch scratch

Misses Norris lifted her head, the hair on her body standing on end as she scented the air.

She started to growl.

I lifted my head and perked up my ears.

"Run," was all she told me before she ran out the small door that led to my small area of pasture.

"You can't run from me~" I heard from the other side of my stall door.

That was all I needed to chase after Misses Norris. She jumped on top of my fence and I followed suit. She ran along the fence and climbed up into the loft above my stall. I, however, couldn't get up there.

My eyes darted around as I looked for somewhere to go.

I heard rapid paw-steps running at me, "Run Starbuck!" I heard Misses Norris screech.

I bunched my legs under me and took off . I could hear the panting of whatever it was chasing after me.

"I love it when they run," I heard it pant.

I turned my head to the side to get a look at it, it looked like a dog. A bit smaller than Lucky.

Bessie almost killed Lucky once, and with that thought my mind was made up.

I took a hard right and started towards the pasture, Bessie was laying under a tree near the gate.

She must've heard me coming because she looked over in disinterest until she saw what was behind me.

She stood up and with a loud, angry bellow, ran through the gate and toward me.

The small dog did not seem to take this series of events into account.

I heard it skid to a stop with a loud yelp as it started running away.

Bessie did not stop her pursuit, bellowing, "Die!" As she chased after it.