FIC: Communication Difficulties 2/2, PG for some bad language, no other warningsdictator_duckJuly 23 2012, 01:38:02 UTC
His spotter/co-sniper calls him "old man" for never learning how to do any communication skills more subtle than texting Natasha's back-up team, but Schmidt would call him "old man" anyway and he can't really tell her to get off of his lawn now that she's thirty-one.
(The fact that she's over thirty will never stop creeping him out. She was twenty-four only - seven years ago! He's pretty sure that's not how time works.)
As it is, after he wakes up and's been on watch for awhile he sends Koskinen a quick hey howre you guys because he's in nowhere, Alaska, keeping an eye on a sleeping scientist with severe anger management issues, and it's 2am but it could be late afternoon for all the shit the sun gives.
The rapid reply of Aw, I didn't know you cared. doesn't mean much (beyond, "we're safe," which actually, Clint supposes, means a lot) because Koskinen keeps as odd of hours as he does. It's hard being a team leader.
There're privileges, though. Burke is bringing him a thermos of coffee right now, bundled up with a grouchy-as-hell expression on his face.
"Get your panties bunched?" Clint asks, once the thermos is safely in his hands. He doesn't look away from where the cabin is, even though he isn't actively looking through the sights.
"Fuck off, Barton, just because you get off on being in the middle of nowhere." Burke crashes down to sit next to him while Clint just smirks; he's been working with Burke for long enough to know that the profanity is just a sign he's doing all right.
yeah thats me mr touchyfeely, he texts back after pouring them both mugs of the coffee. He's pretty sure Henry made it, because it actually tastes somewhat reminiscent of what it should.
"Who're you texting?" Burke says. "Your girlfriend? Because that's plain adorable."
Clint glances over to him. Burke is a few years older than him, and joined the team a year after Clint did. He's retiring as a field agent next fall, and Clint's not really sure what the team'll look like without him (and Huerte, maybe - he's been considering retiring a couple years short of the normal fifty, because of some building injuries, and his best friend dropping out might be the tipping point). Echo's the team that's been together the longest of the San Diego group; Schmidt's their newest member. They're all getting old. "Wouldn't you like to know." He smirks, instead of going Hallmark, and feels smug when Burke rolls his eyes and sighs.
I'm having a conversation with you, so this should be obvious, Koskinen's reply makes his phone vibrate very slightly against his fingers. He can imagine the look on her face. We're fucking bored.
haha same here, he types back. Burke has gotten to recording air measurements, so Clint looks back through his sights to make sure nothing's changed. It hasn't. He glances back down, and shoots off another text. i am honored by your tolerance your highness. tell r im over 2k. were approaching emergency conditions.
I know this is kinky bullshit, Koskinen texts back, and Clint grins. But whatever, I like R so I'll let her know. Pleasure doing business with you.
all mine, he says, and then things go quiet for the rest of the watch.
And if when the next encoded message shows up on his computer in a few days, he's more pleased than frustrated - well. Life is a funny thing.
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note: Numbers joke also comes from The Unusuals. It is, indeed, (quite mildly) kinky in context.
Re: FIC: Communication Difficulties 2/2, PG for some bad language, no other warningsdictator_duckJuly 23 2012, 19:48:54 UTC
Haha, I am so glad! :D As one of my friends said about the number (accrued over two weeks), (imagine Clint to Nat) "Well, you're really hot and this job is REALLY BORING-- I mean it's mostly you being hot. Yeah. :D?"
Ahaha, anyway. THANK YOU for letting me know :D. Rewatching The Unusuals is the best way to spend your time. (Except from eating pie. And watching The Middleman. Anyway.)
Re: FIC: Communication Difficulties 2/2, PG for some bad language, no other warningsdictator_duckJuly 23 2012, 19:50:46 UTC
:DDD I am really glad you liked it! This fic entertained me unduly, so! Thank you for letting me know!
(As I recounted to jacedesbff above, a friend said about the numbers accrued [as if she were Clint speaking to Natasha]: "Well, you're really hot and this job is REALLY BORING-- I mean it's mostly you being hot. Yeah. :D?")
Re: FIC: Communication Difficulties 2/2, PG for some bad language, no other warningsdictator_duckJuly 23 2012, 23:28:10 UTC
:DDD I'm so glad you liked it! Thanks!
And ahaha, wrt (A SHORT DIVE INTO OT) Middleman -- I really want someone to write a Middleman/Unusuals crossover? I don't think Middleman/Avengers would work, but the Middleverse looks like quirky normalcy to most of its residents!
I just think Schraeger and Dubby would get along like something that gets along very well.
(The fact that she's over thirty will never stop creeping him out. She was twenty-four only - seven years ago! He's pretty sure that's not how time works.)
As it is, after he wakes up and's been on watch for awhile he sends Koskinen a quick hey howre you guys because he's in nowhere, Alaska, keeping an eye on a sleeping scientist with severe anger management issues, and it's 2am but it could be late afternoon for all the shit the sun gives.
The rapid reply of Aw, I didn't know you cared. doesn't mean much (beyond, "we're safe," which actually, Clint supposes, means a lot) because Koskinen keeps as odd of hours as he does. It's hard being a team leader.
There're privileges, though. Burke is bringing him a thermos of coffee right now, bundled up with a grouchy-as-hell expression on his face.
"Get your panties bunched?" Clint asks, once the thermos is safely in his hands. He doesn't look away from where the cabin is, even though he isn't actively looking through the sights.
"Fuck off, Barton, just because you get off on being in the middle of nowhere." Burke crashes down to sit next to him while Clint just smirks; he's been working with Burke for long enough to know that the profanity is just a sign he's doing all right.
yeah thats me mr touchyfeely, he texts back after pouring them both mugs of the coffee. He's pretty sure Henry made it, because it actually tastes somewhat reminiscent of what it should.
"Who're you texting?" Burke says. "Your girlfriend? Because that's plain adorable."
Clint glances over to him. Burke is a few years older than him, and joined the team a year after Clint did. He's retiring as a field agent next fall, and Clint's not really sure what the team'll look like without him (and Huerte, maybe - he's been considering retiring a couple years short of the normal fifty, because of some building injuries, and his best friend dropping out might be the tipping point). Echo's the team that's been together the longest of the San Diego group; Schmidt's their newest member. They're all getting old. "Wouldn't you like to know." He smirks, instead of going Hallmark, and feels smug when Burke rolls his eyes and sighs.
I'm having a conversation with you, so this should be obvious, Koskinen's reply makes his phone vibrate very slightly against his fingers. He can imagine the look on her face. We're fucking bored.
haha same here, he types back. Burke has gotten to recording air measurements, so Clint looks back through his sights to make sure nothing's changed. It hasn't. He glances back down, and shoots off another text. i am honored by your tolerance your highness. tell r im over 2k. were approaching emergency conditions.
I know this is kinky bullshit, Koskinen texts back, and Clint grins. But whatever, I like R so I'll let her know. Pleasure doing business with you.
all mine, he says, and then things go quiet for the rest of the watch.
And if when the next encoded message shows up on his computer in a few days, he's more pleased than frustrated - well. Life is a funny thing.
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note: Numbers joke also comes from The Unusuals. It is, indeed, (quite mildly) kinky in context.
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Ahaha, anyway. THANK YOU for letting me know :D. Rewatching The Unusuals is the best way to spend your time. (Except from eating pie. And watching The Middleman. Anyway.)
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:D
Sorry. Carry on.
(i will actually read this fic and respond properly, i swear.)
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(As I recounted to jacedesbff above, a friend said about the numbers accrued [as if she were Clint speaking to Natasha]: "Well, you're really hot and this job is REALLY BORING-- I mean it's mostly you being hot. Yeah. :D?")
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And ahaha, wrt (A SHORT DIVE INTO OT) Middleman -- I really want someone to write a Middleman/Unusuals crossover? I don't think Middleman/Avengers would work, but the Middleverse looks like quirky normalcy to most of its residents!
I just think Schraeger and Dubby would get along like something that gets along very well.
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