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[bettercallit]

[ 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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[studmuffin]

[ Spluttering slightly. ]

Uh, Discovery Channel?

[bettercallit]

You watch that stuff?

[ He's definitely not sure if he's buying this or not. ]

[studmuffin]

Hey rude, I am all about the learning.

[bettercallit]

Learning, sure, but sitting still through an episode of that when so little happens? Unless you're in it for the mounting. [ Eyebrows lifting. ] Please tell me that's not it.

[Not a threadjack- unless you want it to be, but..]

[theassassin]

[Some one is laughing entirely too hard for her own good. Oh... geezus... what is breathing?

Oh..

Okay..

She thinks she's okay now..

Ohgod..she needed that. Thank you... ]

[studmuffin]

No.

[ Great because now he's thinking of Derek and mounting, so. ]

[bettercallit]

[ Natasha's obvious laughter carrying, Clint looks down long enough to smooth out whatever expression was threatening to break out and continue being awesome.

Whatever the reason, Stiles sounds far too protesting to be believed. ]

What else did you learn about packs? If I'm aiming for king, I might as well learn from the master.

[studmuffin]

There are wolves in the woods. [ IE: Derek. ] Besides, being in a pack looks like it sucks, you wouldn't like it.

[bettercallit]

Hey, I resent that. [ Yeah, no really, though. ] Got good at taking orders over the years, can't be all that different. Being the lone wolf gets exhausting after a while.

[studmuffin]

The Avengers are kind of like a pack, right? I bet that's cool.

[bettercallit]

Well, if a dysfunctional pack counts, sure. It's still in the early stages. [ Eyeing him like something's just occurred to him. ] You probably know about us than I do.

[studmuffin]

What, no.

[ Yes. Biggest fan. ]

[bettercallit]

The lady doth protest too much.

[ His amusement is more fond than anything. ] Still debating whether or not it's worth asking for details.

[studmuffin]

Dude, rude.

[ But hey, smiling. ] It's not, no.

[bettercallit]

[ He looks questioning, as if asking if it's that bad. ]

Well, it's probably better to go with the flow anyway, right? It's the usual default route.

[studmuffin]

Yeah, being chill totally works for you.

[bettercallit]

It's only seen me captured once or twice, but I'm still breathing.

[studmuffin]

Well, you're awesome.

[bettercallit]

If I were a suspicious guy, I'd think you were after something. All this ego rubbing's starting to work.

[studmuffin]

I'm just an emotive kid.