Agent Phyllis Jane Coulson. SHIELD Agent. Level 7 Security Clearance. The rest is [Classified].
Another night at the office || Phil and Clara
Reblogged from hawkisinhernest-deactivated2012
“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.
“I’m hurt. You’ve changed, Coulson. SHIELD just isn’t the same without shrimp flavored MSG in the coffee.” She hasn’t moved from the couch, grinning like an idiot while watching the agent.
Phil lets out a sigh, one hand tucking a loose bit of hair back behind her ear. “It’s bad enough no one around here can make a decent cup of coffee. Don’t need it tasting like shrimp on top of that. But, you’re welcome to go down there if you miss it that much.”
“How long have you been in here, anyway?” She stands, finally, stretches her arms above her head. “Hours, days, weeks?”
She lifts her wrist and takes a look at her watch. As if that’ll really tell her exactly how long it’s been. “I don’t know. I’m starting to lose track of time. Which means it’s time for me to step outside.”
