25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning
Really, it was the quiet that made Clint wake up.
Normally, Saturday mornings were spent waiting for the inevitable knock at the bedroom door where his children demanded food, or their favorite movie, or for someone to stop pulling his big sister's hair. But this morning was blissfully quiet, and Clint had to process things for a moment when he woke up. Kitty, check. Old house, check. Lack of kids, check.
"Aww, Fandom," he muttered, before curling around Kitty again. Hopefully, she'd be in a good mood once she realized where they'd ended up.
[For the wife!]
Normally, Saturday mornings were spent waiting for the inevitable knock at the bedroom door where his children demanded food, or their favorite movie, or for someone to stop pulling his big sister's hair. But this morning was blissfully quiet, and Clint had to process things for a moment when he woke up. Kitty, check. Old house, check. Lack of kids, check.
"Aww, Fandom," he muttered, before curling around Kitty again. Hopefully, she'd be in a good mood once she realized where they'd ended up.
[For the wife!]