In his office Fury crouches, fitting a tiny earpiece into one of your ears, pride evident on his face at your patience and determination. “Good job, Spy-glass…” He scratches behind your ear, looking up when he hears Stark huff. Stark quips. “An earpiece, for a cat? Really?” Nick smirks slightly as he responds cooly. “You know for a fact you’d never suspect a cat fighting dust mites of actually recording every bit of your conversations…” Surprised, Tony’s eyes widen looking down to you.
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