To: Clint From: Natasha (Avengers Fanfiction)

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It seemed to take the group forever to get to the house, "I see you've found the little fawn," Tasha informed as she took a seat on the steps.

"Little guy's starving," Clint told her as he demonstrated by pulling the bottle away, causing me to bleet loudly and chase after it.

"Don't be mean to it," Tasha scolded, punching him in the side.

I snatched the nipple of the bottle back when it got close enough.

It didn't take long for me to settle back as Tasha went inside and the others decided to stay with Clint.

"How's being retired treating you?" Steve asked, replacing Tasha on the steps.

"Boring, but I get more time with the kids and more time to take care of all the weird shit you guys pick up," Clint told him.

Steve reached over and started petting my side, which was about the size of his palm.

The curled haired brunet walked past, "I think Laura's cooking lunch if you're hungry Bruce," Clint turned his head to inform.

Bruce nodded his head before he disappeared inside.

It didn't take long after that for the milk to run dry, "Do you need anything done?" Steve asked, getting up.

Clint pulled the bottle away from me and got up, "Well, I need to set up one of the stalls for this little guy," Clint suggested, readjusting his grip on me.

Steve looked down at his suit, "I'm going to change into something a little more comfortable, then I'll go do that," it sounded like he said that mostly to himself as he headed inside.

Clint stepped down off the steps and crouched, setting me on the dirt.

I stared up at him expectantly as he sat back on the stairs. "You have a star on your ass," Clint announced, staring down at me.

I flattened my ears back and curled up in a ball; it was nice and warm. The sun felt nice.