[There is a tickle of laughter at the back of her throat that almost breaks free when Coulson unexpectedly bats at her hair. Apparently his feline instincts are a little stronger than his human ones at the moment, which is both amusing and worrisome. But she'll take the humor for the moment.
Spock's handshake is firm and she returns it before releasing him, but she doesn't miss the flicker of his expression and realizes the reason for it at almost the same moment he does.
She flicks a glance sideways at Clint, something unspoken passing between them, assessing. This is Clint's home after all. And Coulson's, but he's a cat. Natasha's pretty sure that's enough to excuse him from playing host.]
Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I apologize for the mess. We just got back. [She nudges a bag out of the way with her foot as she steps back to give him room to enter, a wry smile curving across her lips.]
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Spock's handshake is firm and she returns it before releasing him, but she doesn't miss the flicker of his expression and realizes the reason for it at almost the same moment he does.
She flicks a glance sideways at Clint, something unspoken passing between them, assessing. This is Clint's home after all. And Coulson's, but he's a cat. Natasha's pretty sure that's enough to excuse him from playing host.]
Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I apologize for the mess. We just got back. [She nudges a bag out of the way with her foot as she steps back to give him room to enter, a wry smile curving across her lips.]