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[bettercallit]

[ It's been eight days. Eight whole days. Better late than never, right? But in case anyone's yet to figure it out, he feels the need to make the announcement. He's sticking to text to avoid a metaphor slipping out; that's his story and he's sticking to it, okay? Okay. ]

Agent Phil Coulson has left the City.

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[yourbestguysgun]

Damn straight I do.

[bettercallit]

No details, yeah? Not sure I can take orders from the guy after if all I'm picturing is the two of you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Fluttering his eyelashes at Clint. ]

Sure about that, Barton?

[bettercallit]

[ With a smirk, followed shortly with a wink. ]

Saving that image for weekends off. Gotta keep myself entertained.

[yourbestguysgun]

M'almost sorry I asked.

[bettercallit]

Not my fault there's not much else going on here.

[yourbestguysgun]

We'll get you something to do, kid.

[bettercallit]

Hey, less with the kid, buddy, I'm older than you. [ Not technically, but still. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Teasing. ] Don't act like it.

[bettercallit]

Next you'll be giving me paperwork.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh, you think you could do the crap I have to down at the station?