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[bettercallit]

☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.

Comments

[debrief]

[ He knows. It's in your file. ] Sadly enough, yes.

[bettercallit]

[ He takes his eyes away from the window to look hurt at him. ] That's mean, and here I was thinking we were friends.

[debrief]

[ Just this look. ]

[bettercallit]

C'mon, Coulson, not the look. If I had shame, you'd never've been assigned to me.

[debrief]

I suppose that's true.

[bettercallit]

And we've got fond memories.

[debrief]

Fond, Barton? [ They're definitely fond, but he's not making it that easy on Clint. ]

[bettercallit]

If we didn't die, then they're fond.

[debrief]

Your standards, Clint. [ Just, shaking his head at him. ]

[bettercallit]

I've got lines, sir, but where's the fun in not crossing them?

[debrief]

I'd have thought that's the point of having them.

[bettercallit]

You catch on quick. S'what I love about you.

[debrief]

I'm sure. [ Keeping his reply light because otherwise he'll start thinking about love and clint and, well, it's far too soon for that. Maybe. ]

[bettercallit]

[ It still counts in the general sense, but a change of topic never hurts, especially to avoid thinking about Loki. ]

So, hey, did you meet the doppelgänger?

[debrief]

Yours? Yeah. [ Strangest thing. ]

[bettercallit]

Didn't know if to shoot him or hug him.

[debrief]

I hope you did neither.

[bettercallit]

It was difficult, sir, but I managed to restrain myself. Guy's handsome, though, gotta give it to him.

[debrief]

Your ego, Barton, is astonishing at times. [ Well. It's true, he's handsome. ]

[bettercallit]

It's all part of the charm.

[debrief]

You keep telling yourself that.

[bettercallit]

You would've made a great principle, you know that?

[debrief]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[bettercallit]

[ Rolling his eyes, fondly. ] You're impossible.

[debrief]

I can neither confirm nor deny that.