I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"Hey, listen. They gotta look after Laura and I in our twilight years. If it takes poker to do that..." Clint teased about teaching his kids poker. He would never seriously want to be a burden to them or expect them to take care of him later on in life, but that just made it ripe for a joke. "Plus poker is in part math, so really, it's like an extra math lesson. At least, that's how I tried to sell it to Laura." His wife had sighed but her eyes had sparkled, letting him have his way. This time. Laura was a straight shooter for a SHIELD agent. She didn't let him get away with much shit, but on Father's Day? He had some wiggle room.

He had a perfect family. Wife, and kids. Including Kate.

Reaching out, he made a motion with his hands. A sign language gesture to match his words. "Family." His hands went back to their sides. "Glad you have that here and in the city, whether I'm there or not." Oh, there was Eleanor. That wasn't the same thing. Eleanor was complicated. Clint wanted to know she had someone she could trust without any tangles. Someone who would have her back no matter what when he was gone. "You're gonna have to tell me what went wrong with the Web-Head. For now..." He sighed theatrically and opened the door.

Inside was a lovely cat tower, dishes, bedding, litter box, and toys. The kittens wanted for nothing, and they felt more secure in a smaller space right now. The calico was on her back, lazily sunning herself in the afternoon hours by the window with her mother. A perfect princess of pampering and peace. The ginger cat?

"Get off that!" Clint went over, muttering, "How the hell are you even hanging onto..." The cat had somehow gotten upside down on the shelving unit Clint was still building. An angry, indignant mewl was the kitten's response as Clint untangled it, as though the cat was very insulted Clint hadn't let it figure it's way out of that puzzle it had gotten into. "This one is a demon, definitely Matt's."