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[ The feed starts to play with blurs of colour, the image shaky and the audio muffled sounds of movement and scrabbling with the faintest clip-clop of tiny feet on hardwood flooring and energetic whimpering.

But it stops when there's a heavy thud as the device clearly falls from a slight distance, the screen turning black momentarily from the impact, and then settling on the ceiling above, catching sight of a bouncy husky puppy attempting to clamber up onto a couch with a jacket hanging over the edge where it's pulled it down visible at the edge of the screen.

There's the sound of human footfalls carrying closer, and a soft, amused chuckle as a Clint-shaped shadow casts over the view. ]

You've barely been here an hour and already you're trashing the place. Can't get up? [ He sounds more fond than put out, and he crouches down to push the panting puppy up from below, allowing the pretence that it managed it itself. ] Don't worry, Tasha'll probably think it's me. Taking one for the team, right?

[ Foot kicking the device as he straightens up, Clint scoops up the device and groans when he realises it's recording. ]

So much for being discrete.

[ Private to Natasha ]

Surprise?

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Cute puppy at least.

Cute's about the only thing that'll keep him out of trouble.

He chewing through things yet?

Shoes count, right? 'Cause I'm gonna be paying for that one later.

[If it weren't for the fact that he picked up the device toward the end, there was more than a moment there she almost though he was the puppy.]

You didn't...

[ He would pretend to look sorry, but they both know it'd be a lie. Besides, the smirk he's trying to suppress and the general guise of innocence he's got going on would definitely take away from it. ]

Funny story. It may or may not end with me bringing home a stray.

[Barton... haven't they had the talk about bringing home strays? She's just trying to look even a little bit displeased with him, but god- it's really difficult to do.]

I don't know what I'm going to do with you, now I've got another creature to be jealous of me when I monopolize your lap on the couch.

Edited 2013-03-01 04:23 (UTC)

[ He grins, one of the rare ones reserved for private moments few get to see, like he's thought this through. ]

You're forgetting one factor. If Fury's got an energetic puppy trying to chew on his tail, he's not gonna notice what we're doing. [ Okay, but now he does look apologetic. ] And I owe you a pair of shoes. Please don't kill me?

[Stop that, because seriously that sort of sounds like he has other intentions. Like... he has thought this through and he's trying to keep Fury occupied so he won't notice that They're occupied with each other.

So stop- stop with the adorable puppy and the stupid grin because how is she supposed to be ma-- wait her shoes!?]

I wouldn't kill you, Barton. I might hurt you a little, but I won't kill you.