Reblogged from hawkisinhernest-deactivated2012
“No. For a superhero name, it’s a bit lame. What are you doing here, Barton?” Coming out with it. Sometimes, the direct approach is best. And she’s banking on that right now.
Not that Phil really minds the company tonight. Some nights, it does get a bit lonely when she has to be here by herself, but she manages well enough.
She shrugs, “Can’t an agent drop in on her handler once in a while? Scope out the old haunts? Throw paper clip arrows at you while you fill out personal risk assessment forms?”
“Not saying you can’t. But there’s no reason you have to sneak onto base in the middle of the night.” Phil tosses her pen down on her desk and pushes to her feet.
“Come on. We’re going for coffee.”
“Phil, you’re making me misty-eyed with nostalgia.” Clara smirks. She had only moved out three weeks ago. “Ooh, does the breakroom still have the coffeepot where I tried to make ramen?”
"We gave it to interns for their breakroom and got a new one. I was actually thinking of going out somewhere for coffee. I could use some fresh air." She reaches for her keys and wallet, tucking the latter in her pocket.