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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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[ofafeather]

Hey, Boss---

[What.]

...you were getting lonely, weren't you? That's exactly what's going on here.

[technetronic]

[Bursts into the room about to launch into some spiel that Fury doesn't care for, but Tony finds very important, except...

Kitten.

He is speechless for all of five seconds. Greatest five seconds of your life, right there.]

You've only got the one patch so you should be able to see.

[Covers one eye and yep, he can still see the cat.]

[tiptoeing]

Bruce avoided S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ as much as possible; Fury's office, in particular. But he'd been called in for his expertise in nuclear physics again, and was there to discuss the details. Natasha had reassured him there would be no cages involved this time, but he wasn't entirely convinced.

Not that he wouldn't be wary even if she was telling the truth. His past experience with General Ross made dealing with any branch of the government a little difficult, to say the least. But now, as an Avenger, as a S.H.I.E.L.D. asset, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

All of his thoughts on the matter were completely derailed when he saw a tiny kitten on Fury's desk. He raised an eyebrow.

"Please tell me that's not Loki in cat form," he said, dryly. He wouldn't be surprised, if it was.

NOT. SORRY.

[nestling]

I don't think your desk is a good place for a kitten.

[Way to state the obvious, kid.]

[arrowminded]

[He's not looking forward to a meeting with Fury, even after countless debriefings and psych evals. In Barton's mind they're just formalities and protocol; they could never get to the real root of the problem.

Which is this: How do you face a man you shot in the chest while under the spell of a psychotic alien demi-god? Even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s SOPs can't come close to touching that one.

Clint needn't have worried though, because Fury's definitely got other troubles on his mind. Unbidden, one side of his mouth quirks up.]

Bad time?