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[bettercallit]

[ It's late evening, which is quickly turning into night, and the blizzard is slowing to a stop, flakes of snow still falling down around him, but the ferociousness of it has calmed enough to be out in it, standing upon the masses of endless white, and in the middle of building a line of uncannily familiar looking snowmen. One, however, is distinctly a lady snowman because of the extra mounds positioned just so. He doesn't have a family to call his own, not anymore, and without really realising it this is the best he can come up with when regressing into an eight year old.

Clint's grinning, cheeks patchy with red where the cold's bitten him, and he's wearing the usual jeans and a t-shirt with a jacket that's far from appropriate. But he doesn't care, he's enjoying himself, maybe a bit too much, and there's a black Labrador - Fury - bouncing up and down in the snow with his tailing swishing from side to side and tongue lolling out.

He turns the camera onto the snow Avengers, seven figures standing one next to the other and distinguishable, and then grins into the device. ] So, what do we think? Hang on, don't tell me. I know. [ Far too serious, with a dry tone. ] I should've been an artist.

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[yourbestguysgun]

Natasha's probably going to have your guts for garters, buddy. [ Because those are some epic snow-breasts, okay? ]

[bettercallit]

[ There's a sly smirk because he expects nothing less. ] She doesn't need to know.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, good luck. When she kills you, do you want me to bury you with the bow?

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[ Phil has coffee in a thermos and a jacket for Clint in his hands, and Fury comes bounding to his side, jumping up at him. ]

Not bad.

[bettercallit]

[ Spinning around, Clint grins wider, and it shouldn't be allowed of a grown man.

The Philman has indents in it to outline a suit, an actual tie around its neck. ] It's better than not bad, sir.

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That better not be one of my ties. [ But he's smiling, and holding out the jacket to Clint. ]

[archivy]

You should take care not to catch a chill, Agent Barton.

[bettercallit]

It might not look it, but I can outrun a chill. [ A beat. ] You not joining me out here?

[archivy]

Considering it is equally cold everywhere in the City, that is impossible.

[ She shouldn't. ] I shouldn't.

[punchedhitler]

Did you make us into snowmen?

[bettercallit]

I might have done.

[punchedhitler]

I guess it could be worse.

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[godoftricks]

Delightful, I'm sure. I see you captured her best feature.

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[bettercallit]

[ Oh great. Nothing can spoil the fun except for one person and here he is. ]

That's a relief, I was beginning to wonder you weren't one to look there.

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[godoftricks]

I am astonished that it would give you any measure of relief.

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[asofwar]

...very artistic.

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[bettercallit]

Awh, Sif, you're my favourite. Wanna join the team?

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[asofwar]

Thank you, no. But I am flattered.

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[doeswhathewants]

[He's standing a bit back and to the side, in a baggy hoodie and cargo shorts. Holding an ice cream kind of low, he might be allowing Fury to take a lick if the dog wants. Head tilted in critique of the work.] I believe there is a fetish for that. You know, snow women.

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[bettercallit]

[ Sneaking up on Clint takes effort, and especially with the noise of snow underfoot, so he catches sight of him from the corner of his eye, sees the puppy take a lick. ] Make sure Coulson doesn't spot you doing that.

[ Snorting a laugh, he trudges over. ] Young to know about fetishes, aren't we?

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[doeswhathewants]

Not my fault in the slightest, I was powerless in the face of his big eyes. [And he's just going to go on eating the ice cream even though the dog licked it.]

The internet is the great equalizer, I should think. [A one shouldered French shrug.] Avengers fan? Shouldn't Hawkeye have a skirt?

[bythreadalone]

Still not used to this.

Guess you're another one of the Avengers from that other world, huh?

[bettercallit]

No one knows how to keep a secret anymore.

[ Which is a yes, yes he is. ]

[thenormalsquint]

[She should really spend the few hours she has off sleeping, but dogs need attending to. They are just like kids, really, all this walking and feeding and playing and Angela's doing the first while trying to stop them from slipping off their leashes to do the third as she passes by Clint and his exhibit right as he claims his artistry.]

Your lines are muddy and her left tit is smaller and more concave than her right which is a little more oblong than anything else. You need a lot more work before this can go into your portfolio.

[The voice comes from behind him, laced with a smile and trolling.]

[bettercallit]

[ He winces as he starts, turning around, but there's a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, as if her words are wounding, but he's not quite as bothered as he's trying to make out. ]

Tough crowd. But how do you know her left side isn't that much smaller than the right? [ He's implying he knows, but it's probably better off not asking. ] Remembering why you were the hot teacher I had a crush on.