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he currently rests on the floor, the world silent around him as he holds onto lucky. the good boy merely pants softly, sitting there and letting him hold onto him with her face buried in his neck. the scent of freshly cleaned dog had always been his favorite, today it was bringing him a sense of comfort. soft vibrations reach him from the floor, indicating someone approaching and he knows who it is without even having to look. “ whatever it is, clint barton is off today. closed sign has been put up. ” he mumbles, slowly lifting his head to look up at the spy. points at his ears, << i broke them. >>














