[And because Loki is someplace else now, he fished out his mobile from his coat pocket and composed a message.]
[text; Clint] Boo.
[It’s possible that it’ll appear as an unknown number, it’s been a while. But don’t ask how Loki was able to get a hold of Clint’s number. He was tempted to ask if Agent Barton liked what was inside, but decided to let it simmer for a while.]
[Having just gotten home, Clint really doesn't expect any messages. He's gone through a series of phones and numbers, somewhere between not wanting to be found, but wanting to find. So his phone going off startles him enough after hearing a scurrying in the box to make him drop it.]
Shit!
[He's trying to dig out his phone when he sees a little weasel dart out of the box]
What! God damn...
[Manages to get his phone out and stares hard at the text. Unknown number. One word message. He frowns and tosses the phone onto his couch and proceeds to search for the ferret.]
Home one damn day and this is how I'm greeted. Surprise ferrets and random texts. If this is Fury's idea of a joke...
[He has to get down on his hands and knees to try and look for the rodent while continuing to grumble under his breath.]
