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( accidental video / action )

[ Coulson's sitting on a bench in the park. There's a black labrador puppy curled up by his feet, tongue lolling out.

To the very trained and familiar observer, it'll be clear that Coulson's still holding himself a little more stiffly than usual, but for the most part he looks relaxed and calm. Approachable, even. ]

I'm going to have to find you a name, won't I? [ The puppy whines happily.

Coulson shakes his head slowly. When he speaks again, his voice in the same deliberate and even tone, he seems to be addressing empty air: ] Barton, if you're going to follow me around, at least be more subtle about it.

[ ooc; Feel free to run into him at the park or on his way home. Coulson adopted a puppy from Thor. Also, tags may or may not contain spoilers, so proceed with caution? ]

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[ He heard that, and his ears are not turning pink. Except they kind of are. ]

Barton—

Whatever you think you heard, you imagined it, Coulson. It was the wind.

[ Except that there isn't really any wind. ]

Of course.

[ Right. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. ]

[ Silence falls around them, but Clint finds it comfortable, stroking the dog where Phil's hand doesn't cover.

But then. ] Were you going somewhere?

[ Phil's not looking at how close their hands get, sometimes. ]

No. Just walking Fury, but it seems he prefers cuddling.

He's a lucky pup, good thing you rescued him from Thor when you did. [ Not that Thor wasn't good with them, but still.

He's not worried about the whole being shot thing, of course not. ] Do you need anything picking up?

I'm sure he would have been fine. [ But he's glad, too. Fury's already wormed his way into his heart. ]

Barton— [ Turning to look at him. ]

Clint. I'm fine.

Did he ever tell you how he got hold of so many? [ It bugs him that he's not figured that out.

He looks back, shrugging with his brow, eyes closing a little in the process. ] Never said you weren't. I'm just a bored guy offering to help. Purely selfish. And I might be avoiding going back to the apartment in case Tasha's blown something up.

I haven't gotten a straight answer yet. [ More investigation is needed. ]

All right. [ Wait. ] She better not blow anything up near my room.

Something tells me we'll never know.

[ Quietly laughing. ] I'll set up surveillance. If she destroys anything, we'll have evidence.

It could be worse. [ They could be lacking intel on something that is actually important. ]

She knows better than to leave evidence.

Agreed. There's no alien involvement, so we're winning already. [ Being stuck in one place is clearly getting to them all in some degree. ]

Damn it, why do we like her again?

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For the time being. [ Phil should be glad to be stuck here. He's dead elsewhere. Still, it does get to him a little.

not that he'd let it show. ]

Because she's a highly trained agent, very efficient and your friend. [ Maybe his, too. He's never quite sure. ]

[ Clint wants to remain in the city forever because of that reason. He can take the boredom. ]

She is handy to have around. Twenty-four seven protection.

[ Oh Clint. Phil isn't sure whether he approves. Clint has a life back home. The world needs the Avengers.

Though it isn't like time passes and he selfishly likes having Clint here. ]

Don't let her hear you talk like that or you will need protection from her.

[ It's okay, he's got no plans of going anywhere. ]

Sir, I always need protection from her, she says hello with a bruise.

[ Good. ]

Don't whine, Barton. It's unbecoming.

[ He looks at him as if he's insulted, and then pokes out his tongue. ] I don't whine.

[ Well. It was an insult.

And Phil's going to pretend it doesn't warm his heart to see Clint relaxed and, well, happy and playful as he is now. ]

Glad to hear it.

Look at me not whine.

[ He's also not frowning, arms folded, because of course he doesn't sulk either. ]

I'm looking, Barton. [ Even though maybe he really shouldn't be. ]

[ He turns his head, catches his gaze, and can't help smirking. ] S'okay, sir, few can resist my charms. You're only human.

[ Well. That earns him an eyeroll. ] I'm sure.

It's a good thing I'm not sensitive about these issues or you'd be setting me back decades.

I find that hard to believe.

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