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[eyeonyou]

[Fury has found himself in possession of a small kitten, currently doing its utmost best to knock all the papers from his desk. don't ask why he has a kitten; it's not important. what is important is he has one, and it is wreaking havoc in his office, and he can't decide whether to shoot it or what because there is a goddamn kitten mucking up his business

you have been forewarned]

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[eyeonyou]

[truth be told, Fury looks forward to these meetings about as much as Clint does. he doesn't want to be giving out psych evals and performance evaluations to one of his best agents. he wants said agent out in the field where they both know he'll handle better

but that's not how protocol dictates, and even Fury can only pull so many strings

thankfully (?) they're both distracted from the general task at hand, and he gives Clint a dull look]

That depends. You interested in a cat?

[arrowminded]

I'm guessing I'm not the first person you've asked that.

Looks like it's pretty attached to you already.

[eyeonyou]

Unfortunately. On both accounts.

You know I can't keep it here.

[arrowminded]

Really? It's gotta be at least as capable as your last secretary. And we could use a mascot around here.

[eyeonyou]

You wanna take care of it then, Barton?

[arrowminded]

... Depends what you mean by 'take care of it'. [Because usually that involves shooting something, and he's not shooting a kitten even for you, Fury]

[eyeonyou]

I mean, do you want a cat or not?

[arrowminded]

I'm really more of a bird person.

[eyeonyou]

Cats like birds.

[arrowminded]

That's not your most convincing argument.

Have you tried Nat yet? I bet she'd love having that in her quarters.

[He gestures to the kitten, which is at this very moment trying to climb Mt. Fury]

[eyeonyou]

[Mt Fury is about three seconds away from throwing it across the room]

The thought crossed my mind.

[arrowminded]

Probably wouldn't exactly stay in her quarters, though. Which means you'd be right back where you started.

[Okay he'll actually try to help now, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. 'Cause as much as Fury might hate this, it's a welcome distraction from what he really came here for.]

What about Hill?

[eyeonyou]

[he manages to get the kitten back on the desk without causing it any undue harm, glaring between it and Clint because why not]

That's a possibility. Too bad she's off for the next two days.

[arrowminded]

You could just leave it in her room. As a 'Welcome back' gift.

[eyeonyou]

Then you leave it.

[arrowminded]

I told you. [He shrugs with a smirk]

I don't do cats.

[eyeonyou]

Then I guess we're at an impasse.