[ 005 ] ♐ [ Accidental Video ]

[bettercallit]

[ The first thing that comes into view is the inside of a jacket pocket, fingers grabbing at it in their attempt to rummage deeper, and then a blur of colour as it slides out and drops to the floor with a thud. ]

Hey, Phil, you seen the--?

[ Further noises of things being moved around and a close-up of a spectacular jeans-glad ass later with the treads of boots that might be familiar to some, and Clint comes into view, grinning triumphantly with a dog lead held up in one hand and a pleased looking dog butting at the other. ]

Call off the back-up, I got it. [ And this is far too victorious - no, but, really, he lives like a slob, finding anything before Coulson makes him tidy up is an impossible mission - and it's clearly deserving of him crawling over to the couch, knee nudging the device along with him, and throwing his arms up around what he can reach of Phil, pulling him down, and kissing him right on the mouth for everyone to see. ] Leave the repeats of Supernanny and come with? Trouble might be out there waiting for us, and we all know how that ends.


[ OOC: Feel free to throw people at him while he's out and about with Fury. ]

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[debrief]

Do I need to make it one? ( He doesn't particularly want for Clint to get up. )

[bettercallit]

No, sir. [ Still, he doesn't move immediately, building slowly up to it until he knows he should just get it over with, and Fury does keep looking up, eyes hopeful from where he lies facing them on the floor. ] If you don't hear from me within an hour, send back-up.

[debrief]

I'll come rescue you myself. ( A beat. ) But I'd rather not have to.

[bettercallit]

[ Laughing, Clint finally wriggles himself free and pushes up to his feet, but not before clapping him on the shoulder. ] It's okay, sir, I'll make sure I return in tact so you don't have to move.

[ With that, he clips the lead onto Fury, throws on a jacket, and leaves with a flash of a smirk before closing the door behind him. ]