Yeah. My thoughts too. *rubs the back of his neck--he's got no witty remark or quick joke to make about it either* You better be watching your back more, Will. Just in case.
[They haven't met before. What good is all that training, though, if it doesn't hone a person's observational skills? It'd just be embarrassing if she couldn't pick up on the little differences. He's not Barton. Her humor's dry and brittle but undeniably there:]
Mom's right. I picked the wrong agency.
[Not the wrong line of work. In the most loving possible way, her mother used her as a prop in an infiltration mission when she was only a few days old. That was a different era. She wasn't supposed to wind up at SHIELD, much less behind a desk, but everyone disappoints their parents somehow.]
[No, he's not Barton. He hasn't been Will Barton for a long time. Since the day his foster parents decided to adopt him. After that, he had attempted to distance himself from the brothers that were nothing but trouble.
Somehow he and his twin had ended up with different agencies. Somethjng that amused them untim recently. When SHILD fell apart.]
[May doesn't make the most direct eye contact, at first, since she's studying the sit of his shoulders and the position of his hands, cataloging Will's physicality to compare against his twin's. He could make that tougher for her, if he likes, by locking down his posture and being self-aware. Up to him. Depends whether he thinks it's rude of her to stare.]
[There was a time when Clint and Will had nearly been the same person. They had studied each other and there were times that one could pass for the other. But they had been apart too long and had too many differences between them. Much to Will's regret.]
William Brandt. [He doesn't offer more than that. Not yet. His own organization had undergone some changes of its own recently. Though not quite as drastic as SHIELD.]
[He's offering less of an answer than she wanted, but it'll do. This isn't an interrogation and she doesn't have the authority to turn it into one. And, since it isn't business, she's inclined to respect other people's privacy in the hope that they'll respect hers.]
Aw really? That's sweet. See how popular I make you look now? *But his usual smirk is only half-hearted. Sort of hard to be full strength when the world's been ripped out from under him. Again.* Why French?
Yeah, not the kind of popularity I need, bro. But thanks. [He laughs and rubs the back of his head.] Because soon as I was approached, I started speaking French to him.
hope you don't mind a little mistaken identity shenanigans?
That would be him. I've got a file on him that has a list of safehouses and known operating bases, but I was hoping for something to narrow it down. Maybe he's been sighted somewhere.
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Sorry, sir.
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I think we can do away with the sir at this point.
Just don't celebrate so loudly please...the wrong person might hear you.
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My bosses, however, are actually thrilled.
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That's...an indelicate way of putting it, but yes. Basically. There are still some loyal to us though, so we're not totally down for the count.
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[Not that he thinks anyone from SHIELD would take him up on that.]
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Mom's right. I picked the wrong agency.
[Not the wrong line of work. In the most loving possible way, her mother used her as a prop in an infiltration mission when she was only a few days old. That was a different era. She wasn't supposed to wind up at SHIELD, much less behind a desk, but everyone disappoints their parents somehow.]
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Somehow he and his twin had ended up with different agencies. Somethjng that amused them untim recently. When SHILD fell apart.]
Which one did she want you to pick?
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One we don't talk about.
[Truthful answer. Quiet runs in the family.]
And you are—?
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William Brandt. [He doesn't offer more than that. Not yet. His own organization had undergone some changes of its own recently. Though not quite as drastic as SHIELD.]
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Melinda May.
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Of course they would be your bosses thought mine was an asshole.
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hope you don't mind a little mistaken identity shenanigans?
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