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[Cutting open another box; still unpacking]

[There's a knock on the door; when she opens it, she'll find a giant fruit basket covering Clint's face and half his chest. He tries to peer around it without dropping it, gives up and decides to talk around it]

Hey, kid, heard you got a new place. Thought I'd drop by and see if you needed a hand getting settled in.

Drop by and see if I needed a hand or spy on me for Daddy who is sitting at Grandmum's place trying to pretend this isn't driving him crazy? [But despite the (slight) accusation, she is smiling and she relieves Clint of the fruit basket, placing it on a stack of boxes.]

[Clint makes a mock offended noise as she takes the fruit basket, and he strolls into the apartm— sorry, flat.] Why does it have to be one or the other? Maybe it's both.

Or maybe your dad isn't in London at all.

Maybe. But unlikely.

However, I'll accept both as answer. Mostly because I desperately need the help. [As she motions to the mountains of cardboard] Who knew I had so much shit.

How did you and Dad let me collect this much shit?

[Which, honestly, isn't all that much...but when you're already tired of unpacking seems like a hell of a lot.]

[Clint snorts and shakes his head.]

Don't blame me, sweetheart. Have you seen your dad's collection of Captain American memorabilia? Pack rat's in your genes, kid.

[He lets out a low whistle as he takes in all the cardboard boxes.] I think I should've brought Dr. Banner or maybe some of Tony's suits.

[There's half a beat as she considers that before nodding. Her Dad's collection not only consumed his home office, but had it's own room as well. She definitely got her inability to cull things down from him.]

Possibly the entire team.

I keep meaning to unpack but I get distracted by the city. Or called off to yet ANOTHER orientation briefing. Who knew international espionage would contain so many...meetings.

Soooo, basically, it's not sounding all that different from SHIELD. Just minus the occasional alien encounter.

Sure you don't wanna come work for Stark? At least his meetings come with donuts.

True. Though I've heard things get fairly crazy around here even without the aliens. I distinctly remember a story involving voodoo...? I need to have Uncle James tell that one again.

And no. I am perfectly happy here. Though I am sure Daddy would love it if I decided to go work for Stark and leave all of this behing. No SHIELD. No MI6. Just a nice, cushy office job.

He knows that's never going to happen, right?

[Clint's eyebrows shoot up, intrigue flickering across his face.] Voodoo, huh? You need to get him to tell you that one again when I'm around. I don't think I've heard that one.

[He snorts and shakes his head.] He knows it's never going to happen, but it doesn't stop him from hoping.

[Much of Phil's day had been spent in the custody of his mother, with his brother joining them for lunch. Phil was sure he was being detained to keep him out of Alex's hair. There was a part of him that was disappointed that she had decided to follow the route of her grandmother and uncle. Not that Phil hadn't considered it himself at one point. The offer of a transfer had always been there.

In the end, Phil had respected his daughter's decision and went with her to get her settled in. At which point, he had been dragged out by the fearsome woman known as Peggy Carter.

Now, hours later, he'll be knocking on the door of his daughter's new flat.]

We'll make him tell it at dinner one night before you and Dad leave.

What about you? You think I should take a job with Stark?

[What? No. Phil, please. Like Peggy would ever do such a thing. And to implement James as an accomplice? How rude...

And totally true. Cause, yeah. That's pretty much exactly what happened. But hey. You're here now and that's all that matters, right?

Answering the door, Alex grins and steps aside to let him in. The flat actually looks much improved from when Clint came by earlier.] You escaped...

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