Fic: World serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs - Avengers - PG 13 (8/12)
Author: Book_Junkie007
Pairing: Clint, Natasha, Coulson
Rating: PG 13
Wordcount: ~200 words
Warnings: Minor swearing and violence
Notes: Written for be_compromised's Promptathon for a series of prompts. Each espionage definition is referred to in some way in the drabble.
Thanks goes to some1tookmename on Twitter for doing a grammar and flow check and Laffers18 on Twitter for making sure they're in character.
Summary: ANGEL: Slang used by intelligence officers for a member of an opposing service.
Clint looks up from his food as another agent sits down across from him.
“Dobbes,” he says with a nod.
“Barton,” he responds. He looks to Clint’s left and right, seeming to search for someone. “Where’s your recruit?”
“Not here,” he takes a bite of his slightly disgusting sandwich. He hadn’t been kidding Natasha when he’d told her the food was substandard here. He’d been slightly impressed that she’d eaten the food without complaint, considering the number of high class missions he’d read in her file.
Natasha had finished her food and had left to go to a debriefing with Fury, and to fill out the paperwork required to become an official agent of SHIELD. She had also told Clint she was being requested to have an official medical examination, to make sure she was fit for duty, and that there wasn’t anything hiding in her body that would come back to bite them in the ass later.
“Good,” Dobbes leans forward, “because I’m slightly concerned about her, and you.”
“Why?”
“She’s deadly like fire. I don’t want to see you burned. How do you know she’s not going to kill you in your bed?”
“I just do.”
Dobbes snorts.
On AO3
Pairing: Clint, Natasha, Coulson
Rating: PG 13
Wordcount: ~200 words
Warnings: Minor swearing and violence
Notes: Written for be_compromised's Promptathon for a series of prompts. Each espionage definition is referred to in some way in the drabble.
Thanks goes to some1tookmename on Twitter for doing a grammar and flow check and Laffers18 on Twitter for making sure they're in character.
Summary: ANGEL: Slang used by intelligence officers for a member of an opposing service.
Clint looks up from his food as another agent sits down across from him.
“Dobbes,” he says with a nod.
“Barton,” he responds. He looks to Clint’s left and right, seeming to search for someone. “Where’s your recruit?”
“Not here,” he takes a bite of his slightly disgusting sandwich. He hadn’t been kidding Natasha when he’d told her the food was substandard here. He’d been slightly impressed that she’d eaten the food without complaint, considering the number of high class missions he’d read in her file.
Natasha had finished her food and had left to go to a debriefing with Fury, and to fill out the paperwork required to become an official agent of SHIELD. She had also told Clint she was being requested to have an official medical examination, to make sure she was fit for duty, and that there wasn’t anything hiding in her body that would come back to bite them in the ass later.
“Good,” Dobbes leans forward, “because I’m slightly concerned about her, and you.”
“Why?”
“She’s deadly like fire. I don’t want to see you burned. How do you know she’s not going to kill you in your bed?”
“I just do.”
Dobbes snorts.
On AO3