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[latenightfondue]

[ Howard is at home sitting on the couch in the living room of his apartment, the device set going on the arm between him and an empty cushion, the one in between covered with several photographs that he's looking down at with a thoughtful expression. His leg is jiggling, restless without work and pumped up on too much coffee, and he hates being without anything to focus on, so the pictures are a distraction. ]

What's with the photographs? Not that they ain't fascinating, but I don't get it.

[ He spreads the photos out, none of the pictures at the right angle to be shown on the screen. ]

Got quite a collection going on here, might make one of them album things - ain't that what people do? Wonder if I could get the pages to turn themselves.

Cap, Barney, Lena, Rhodey, Eleven, Tony, Pepper, Thor - there's ones here from all'a you, if you're seeing this. Interesting, too, I've gotta say.

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[punchedhitler]

Sure thing.

[And he goes to pour a cup.]

Crepe, leave him alone.

[latenightfondue]

[ Amused. ]

Nah, she's good, Cap. Your guy disapproves of our relationship, though.

[punchedhitler]

Bucky?

[A small frown]

We're friends, that won't change it.

[latenightfondue]

[ Laughing, he goes over, claps him on the shoulder. ]

I meant with the dog, Cap, calm down. Pretty sure you can't have a heart attack in your condition, but I ain't in a hurry to prove myself wrong.

[punchedhitler]

Oh! With Crepe.

[A kind of sheepish grin]

She loves everyone.

[latenightfondue]

That takes the special factor outta it, but it's hard not to love the little lady. Ain't hard to see she's yours.

[punchedhitler]

Bucky's, really.

[latenightfondue]

He's the animal lover? I thought you'd be the one saving cat from trees.

[punchedhitler]

Animals always liked Bucky better.

[latenightfondue]

It ain't so bad, Cap, means y'got good grounds to make him clean up after them.