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I'd hardly assume such. You seem ... frustrated.

...it's been a long day.

Maybe the night will be better, then.

You really shouldn't talk to yourself in public. People will assume they can smack you if you mutter shit like, "kill me now."

[Hulk grumbles, reluctantly putting the General's car back down on it's wheels. He so wanted to smash it and assumed when someone made a crack about the Hulk smashing his car next, he was able to do that very thing.]

No fun.

[That's you, Coulson. You've rained on Hulk's parade, happy now?]

No, sir. [Steve steps back from the donut box, having erroneously assumed the contents were for everyone in the vicinity.]

I wasn't aware most of the things people said under their breath were suggestions. Otherwise I would be a lot busier.

[Siiiiigh. Hulk.]

We've talked about this, Banner. I don't really like the General either, but you can't smash his car.

[Yes. He's looking up at you, completely unconcerned. Phil Coulson: Hulk Whisperer.]

Would you, really? How do you figure?

[....wait.]

Uh. Well I did get you one. I didn't...

[Beat. Regroup. Play it cool, Phil. PLAY IT COOL.]

I thought you were Stark.

[Yeah. That's reasonable. That'll work.]

[Nope. Moving on.]

Can I help you with something, Callahan?

Here's hoping.

[Lis bends over the back of the sofa, bumping her shoulder against Phil's with a wink.] But it's just sitting there, waiting to be ruffled.

[Or, you know, what's left of it; his hair. Insert full flirty smile here.]

[Tash looks at the drink in her hand and shrugs, handing it back over.]

I wanted to try it without opening and potentially wasting another.

What, no 'Mr' Callahan? Tsk.

I've got something you might find interesting.

[Yeah, no. Tony is not trying to steal your donuts, Phil. Mr. Star-Spangled himself is. Or, you know, politely take one with a please and thank you.

He's of the opinion that people would be hard put to mistake him and the billionaire playboy, but surely the agent isn't lying to him. So have an affable smile instead of a frown.]

Would it be alright to nab the maple one? Unless it's being saved for someone else.

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Sorry. Mister Callahan.

[It's been a long day leave him be.]

Define interesting.

[Nggh. But then he needs to fix it. Like now. It's really unprofessional. He works on getting it smoothed out in the meantime.]

I'm reasonably sure you could have controlled yourself.

A place like this, I really don't think wasting alcohol is ever a problem.

[Seriously. Do you SEE the people here?

He accepts the glass, eyeing it carefully and takes his own sip from the opposite side of the rim. Her ease with this kind of invasion is...unnerving, although hardly surprising.]

No, no. All yours, captain.

[Hey, when he's not actively paying attention (which...honestly is never, but he relies on being unassuming enough to know people don't expect it of him generally) the two of you look similar. Kind of. Maybe.

Regardless, he offers the box now.]

[She makes a perfect line face and loosely crosses her arms.]

Really, Phil? You've seen me in less clothing than I'm currently wearing and you can't even drink after me?

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[She rolls over so that she's now splayed backwards across the sofa's backing.]

I'm reasonably sure it's more fun to rile you up, yeah? Can't quite help myself, love, you're just too darling.

[They're both male and over the age of five and twenty? Or something. That's all we've got.]

Kind of you. Thanks.

[He picks up the aforementioned sweet and contentedly takes a bite. Mmm, Krispy Kreme.]

I'm fucking with you, Coulson.

Interesting as in 'illegal clone farm' sort of interesting.

I hear things are rough for SHIELD as a rule, though. Can't imagine government work would be as satisfying without the added ... hassle? Challenge? Something like that.