"And I can work with that," she counters with a small, crooked smile, oddly endeared by the fidgeting and flushing. It's... sweet, and there's a term she never thought she'd so easily associate with him. And it's true; if he were a real jerk through and through, he wouldn't be so self-aware of it. The coffee machine hisses and gurgles softly, breaking the quiet settling over them.
"You're lucky, you know," she teases a bit out of the blue, lips twitching. "Fury could have assigned Natasha for this instead."
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Date: 2015-11-28 05:21 pm (UTC)"You're lucky, you know," she teases a bit out of the blue, lips twitching. "Fury could have assigned Natasha for this instead."