25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Afternoon

[chernayavdova]

Before Natasha could even get her key in the lock, there was a half-grown black kitten winding around her ankles. "I'm still not giving you a name," she told it. The cat ignored her, of course. She'd debriefed on the Helicarrier, showered and changed into civilian clothes, even let the doctors take a look at her before she returned from her

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[so_hawkward]

Luckily for Natasha, there was pizza in the fridge - for her, not the cat, because Clint sort of understood how the pet-feeding thing went - and a Clint coming out of his own room. "Hey, you're back. How are you doing?" he asked, subtly looking her over for any signs of damage.

[chernayavdova]

"Fine," Natasha said, turning to flash a tired smile at him before she opened the fridge. This was a certain value of 'fine' that included two cracked ribs and a cut near her hairline a SHIELD medic had had to pick what appeared to be a fragment of concrete out of, but she figured that would be understood. "What have I missed?" she asked as she took the pizza box out of the fridge. Food.

[so_hawkward]

"Not much. Things have been relatively quiet, knock on wood," Clint said with a shrug. "And no one else we know has shown up in a weird form, which I'm taking as a good thing."

[chernayavdova]

"That's good," Natasha agreed. "Not sure we could have handled another teenage Tony Stark running around." She opened the pizza box and took an enormous bite out of a slice without bothering to even check what sort of toppings it might have had.