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

Like knowing every piece of gossip there is to know? [ It's possible he makes things awkward with other handlers to land himself where he wants to be, but no one can prove it. No one. Well, Fury probably knows because even his one good eye has ears. ]

That is one of them. [ He's not smiling, but his face softens a little in amusement. ]

There's more? Don't leave me guessing. [ He's smiling in turn, trying to hide it around the cold mug of coffee. ] It's not nice to tease.

Try harder and maybe you'll find out for yourself.

What qualifies as trying harder? No amount of gossip is worth too much effort.

But you're trying to find out what else but gossip there is, aren't you.

That'd be telling. [ Yes, yes he is. ]

I'll just assume, then.

You know what they say about assuming things, sir.

My assumptions are usually correct.

Smartypants. [ Because it's true, he's usually the one who spoils all the fun and catches everyone out. ]

I know.

[ There's a fond smile that lingers long after they've grown quiet, his eyes still watching through the window from his perched position on the chair. ]

If you had to guess, what are the chances he'll make a wrong move?

Serrure? [ Thinking for a moment. ] Not very high.

[ Trusting Coulson's opinion, Clint nods thoughtfully, and he visibly relaxes a little. ]

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