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Are you turning in a report?

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It keeps you busy, doesn't it? [Shaking his head a little, he lifted his gaze back to the archer tilting his head a little.] That's slightly unfair to hold everyone to your standards of aesthetics, Barton. I'm not out to impress anyone with my appearance. [Which... in fact was true. Looking immaculate was a form of professionalism to him. And also gave the impression he wouldn't bother with dying his hair. Which... he wouldn't. But Clint didn't need to know that.]

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That sounds entirely too convenient for you. If I was holding anyone to anything, you'd be yelling at me for inappropriate conduct. Again. Besides, you're wearing a suit. How can you wear a suit and not want to impress someone?

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I do everything for a reason, Barton. [Returning to his report, he is making corrections with efficient movements only to stop at this and give the other man his undivided attention.] I don't yell unless projection of voice according to situation demands it. [Another words... if he's not trying to yell over explosions or gunfire... he's not going to yell.] You realize there is a dress code, don't you? I believe in maintaining professionalism. I want to do my job and appearance is important to that end. Where I may not be out to elicit the notice of another person, I am looking for a modicum of respect from those I speak with.

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Okay, stop it. I feel like I'm talking to a dictionary. I don't mean Fury yelling, I mean your 'I'm judging you' yelling with yo9ur eyes look. The day you yell randomly is the day something bad happens.

Who doesn't respect you?

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[Putting his pen down, he leveled a look at Clint.] I put a great deal of effort into not judging people. I make decisions according to situation and person, not rules and regulations alone. If you feel I'm judging you, then you need to tell me. [Because the last thing he wants or needs, is any of his team, especially Barton, feeling like he's judging them.]

Who does respect me? [It wasn't so much a complaint as a point of fact. Considering the paperwork he got from Clint, Stark, even Thor... he was starting to think he was the private 'Avenger's joke'. He simply took it in stride and worked around it.] It's of no consequence. [It just meant living in his office when he wasn't on the field. At least he liked his office.]

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Don't sweat it, bossman, it's usually pretty well earned.

It's of fucking consequence. I'm gonna have to punch a lot of people.

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[It annoyed him sometimes that Barton was one of the few that did break the veneer of ice he maintained. He did the work no else wanted to do so they wouldn't have to. So... he was forced into a position of being the 'bad guy'.] Still, it's not my intention.

[A short flicker of surprise registered in his eyes before he shook his head and looked back down to his work if only to work it out of his expression entirely.] As much as I appreciate your concern... having you locked up for abusing co-workers is definitely not something I want. Besides.. [He offered a small smile.] When Natasha breaks you out, I'd have to decide between chasing after you and shooting Hill before she shoots you... I'm trying to decide if I can call it an accident and pretend I'm that bad of a shot. [His range scores would state otherwise.]

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I said don't sweat it. Your judging eyes got nothing on a nun's, especially if you decapitate an angel statue. They get pissed.

Shoot her and then we can skip the country and retire in Argentina. I hear they have great beaches.

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[Nodding once, he let it go. He knew when a topic needed to be dropped... but he couldn't let that one part go.] I almost.... wish I could have seen that. Any reason the offending angel got decapitated?

[He looked thoughtful for a moment before tapping his pen against the file. Ok, it should disturb him that he would probably willingly do that. Feelings about Hill aside, he knew he was protective of the archer. And where Fury was closer to Romanoff... he liked her as well.] I don't know how I'd feel as a third wheel.

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That part was sort of an accident. I was trying to get to the roof and apparently angels have shitty balance. They should mention that angels can stab demons, but not stand up on their own in bible study.

Who's a third wheel? C'mon, we could do that three musketeer thing. Maybe pick up surfing.

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[His lips twitched a little at the mental image and he shook his head. That sounded about right for the blonde archer.] Were you hurt? [Only he would worry about that. Obviously, for more reasons that than one, he'd have made a terrible nun.]

The mental image of me on a surf board... is the stuff that British comedy is made of. I'll just watch. [So maybe he was encouraging him... but even Coulson needed to not think about work once in a while.]

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Screwed up my wrist, broke a couple knuckles.

Argentinian beaches and you're sitting out? No, no, no. I don't think so, secret agent man. I will drag you to water, if I have to.

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[Frowning at that, he sighed and shook his head. He wouldn't say anything, but he'd seriously rethink his respect for nuns for that.]

Clint. You are not going to drag, carry, or lift my person in any way.... not even to get me in the water. [Arching a brow at him, he knows he's lying... if Clint pulled that stunt, at best he'd get swatted.]

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I'm taking that as a "yes, Clint, I promise if we go to Argentina I will go surfing with you. I won't even make you drag me to the water."

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[Gives him a flat look, brow rising.] Do you commonly hear what you want to hear? [The look shifts to the 'I don't buy that smile, Barton.']

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Why, thank you, I think this shirt brings out my eyes too. Come on, bossman, you should know the answer to that one already.

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[Sometimes he didn't know if Clint was amusing or unnerving. Maybe that was a result of repressing emotions. Resting his elbows on the desk, he let his chin rest on his hands. So he did the one thing that he figured Clint wouldn't expect.] That color does look good on you.

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...what?

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[This time he did smile at Clint, brow rising just a little.] Do I need to repeat myself?

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Ha ha ha. Very funny.

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Well, if it's any consolation, the uniform looks good on you. [Redirecting his attention to the files on his desk, he keeps the rest of the amusement to himself.]

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Thanks? Man, this is like seeing Bigfoot. No one's going to believe me when I tell them you cracked a joke.

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Of course. [He says that without looking up before adding, just to see if he's paying attention.] And mauve isn't your color... at all. So you know.

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Why... I... I think Tasha's a bad influence on you. At this rate, I'm going to be corrupted too.

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[He's waiting for the man to regain his thoughts and get a sentence together before he lifts both brows.] Natasha said you'd be jealous if I bought her dinner and not you. You're going to have to settle for take out since I'm having to do your report and attempt to translate ancient Norse runes.