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So, there were a few… aftereffects. From getting turned into a cat.
Phil didn’t have kitty-ears, or a tail. He certainly didn’t purr. He had a new-found fondness for tuna, a longing to sleep in the sun. And. Well. This one is really embarrassing. But. Okaysonowhehissesatpeoplehe’saggravatedwith. Actually… just people who flirt with Clint.
He’s always been jealous possessive protective. But now, whenever someone flirts with his archer, he can’t help himself. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was actually in a relationship with Clint, but he isn’t. It’s getting ridiculous. He’s sitting in his office, trying to give himself a stern talking-to, and getting nowhere when he hears the firm rat-a-tat that Clint uses to announce himself.
For a minute he’s tempted not to answer, but Phil will never be able to turn Clint down or look away when he needs him.
“Come in.”
“Phil, we need to talk.”