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[bettercallit]

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

Comments

[debrief]

Thank you, Clint. [ If he knows what Clint is doing, he doesn't comment, instead taking a long swallow of the coffee. ]

[bettercallit]

[ Not touching his own mug, Clint nods down at the device. ] Any sign of trouble?

[debrief]

No. Seems all right. More curses than usual, though.

[bettercallit]

It could be worse, at least we've avoided any major ones.

[debrief]

Let's hope it stays that way.

[bettercallit]

[ With a smirk. ] I don't know, it could be fun to watch you do something stupid.

[debrief]

You'd like that, wouldn't you. [ A beat. ] But what if you're the one doing something stupid?

[bettercallit]

Well, technically, and according to some people who's names I'm not mentioning, I do stupid shit all the time.

[debrief]

Stupid by your standard, not mine.

[bettercallit]

[ He's thinking so hard to come up with something he might consider stupid that it almost looks painful. ] Not seeing how anything that stupid could possibly exist.

[debrief]

That's impressive.

[bettercallit]

What's impressive, sir?

[debrief]

How terrible your standard is.

[bettercallit]

My middle name's shameless.

[debrief]

I expected as much.

[bettercallit]

[ It's actually Francis, but he appreciates it not being mentioned. ] You know me, sir.

[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. ]