Closing the door behind them, Natasha turned the key in the lock, shrugging in answer. "Not one that belongs to me, no." She picked up the other duffel and headed for the elevator. "There's a stray black cat that comes around every now and then. I leave some tuna out for her."

And left the back window open on really cold nights, so the feline could come in if she wished. "I'm not really home enough to have anyone waiting for me at night."

Sadly enough.

Back in the Jeep, Natasha handed Bucky the other bags then settled back into the passenger seat, bucking her seat belt again. "We going by your place?"