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[stillnotlegolas]

It has been a while since Clint was assigned a mission to be someone’s bodyguard. Years, even, if he thinks about it long enough. The last one had been a two week stint in Istanbul where he shepherded some of SHIELD’s heavy hitters through what was shaping up to be civil unrest. They’d all made it out alive but complained about his mouth and his

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[ppotts]

Pepper barely looks up from her laptop when someone enters her office. Stark Industries endeavor to keep a paperless office, which is the only reason why her desk isn't currently covered with veritable mountains of paperwork. Instead, those mountains are all neatly folded away in digital form. Of course, just because they're out of sight doesn't mean that she doesn't have to deal with them. Since Tony has done little to pick up the slack after Obadiah-- after the Incident which left him fully in charge the backlog is near overwhelming. Especially when coupled with the day-to-day running of the company and having to learn about half the things she needs to know on the job. So, she is doing her best and cursing the fact that there are only so many hours in a day. The fact is that she simply doesn't have time for a death threat right now

[stillnotlegolas]

Clint reaches out a hand and shakes hers with a gentle but firm pressure, surprised at how soft her hands are--though maybe he shouldn't be. His own are a mess off callouses that come from firing his bow, and he supposes he's just used to shaking hands with people that also work with weapons or on weapons support teams. He lets her hand fall after the shake and tilts his head slightly to listen to her instructions.

It's odd, is the first thought he has, that she's apologizing, but Phil had warned him she wasn't exactly receptive to the idea of having a guard around. Still, he's never actually had someone apologize to him for a mission he's received. "Pleasure to meet you, Ma'am," he replies, hands falling into a bastardized form of parade rest behind his back. The fact that she's prepared for his arrival gives him a bit of optimism though, and then, of course, it's very nearly shattered by the words that come right after

[ppotts]

The press of the agent's big and calloused hands sends a familiar flutter down Pepper's spine. His hands aren't calloused in quite the same way as Tony's are, but in a town filled by smooth-palmed men they still file under the same category. There's something almost military about his stance, and Pepper is actually relieved to see the flash of disbelief twisting up his features. At least he's capable of emotions unlike some of the other bodyguards she's encountered

[stillnotlegolas]

When guarding someone, Clint has learned that there is nothing more dangerous than a Principle who doesn't think they're in any sort of danger. When someone is aware that a threat is real, they're much more likely to listen to instructions and take their own precautions, which makes his job about twelve times easier. People who are assigned body guards make things harder because they don't look over their shoulders, don't triple lock doors and leave themselves open for all sorts of attack. He does at least manage to keep the sigh to himself