Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Puppy

Natasha opened the door. She hung up her jacket, then stoppeds. She heard a sound. It was... barking? She frowned. Why was there barking? 

"Clint?" 

Clint hurried out of another room. By inspection she saw that he was covered in hair.

"Uh... Yeah. Okay. Um..." He rubbed his nose awkwardly. "I was going to see dogs, and— it's only a foster dog, we'll only take care of him for a few months..." 

More barking.

"Just let it out," she said. 

Clint opened the door to his bedroom. A fluffy ball of cuteness came barreling right at Natasha. It stopped at her feet, barking and jumping up at her.

"I—" Natasha did not know what to do with the puppy that was waiting at her feet. She looked at Clint, wide eyed. "What do I do?" 

"You just..." He knelt down and pet the puppy. It barked and licked him.

Natasha knelt down tentatively, and rubbed the puppy's fur. It slobbered all over her hand. She chuckled. 

"I guess I wouldn't mind keeping him for a little while," she said. 

They both loved coming home to the sound of barking. They even contemplated keeping him. They didn't, but they wanted to.

Author's note: Thanks for all the reads! Thanks to all who have commented. I'm busy right now, but I will eventually reply to every comment, or at least try to. Thanks for reading! ^^