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Kate snuggled under the covers and against Clint's side. He merely buried his face a little deeper into his pillow.
She shook her head indulgently and gently ran her fingers through his short blonde hair. "Clint?"
"Hm?" he asked groggily, only dubiously awake.
She tugged until he finally brought his head up and blinked at her. "I need to introduce you to my mom."
It was comically surprising how fast Clint Barton could go from ninety percent unconscious to ninety percent panicked and alert. "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'll wake you up in time to get ready."
He groaned.