An entire floor in Stark Tower was a bit extravagant. Phil was used to his small office on the helicarrier and the slightly smaller apartment that he barely spent time in. A whole floor that was office/living space/hang out space combined done up with the best Stark's money could buy or invent was quite a change. Phil suspected that Stark missed him more than his snide comments and angry shouting let on.
Sadly, Phil found he had missed Stark as well. Maybe it was a side-effect of his resurrection. Which Stark and Banner were eagerly studying. He was fairly certain they had taken more of his blood and run more scans on him than all his years as a SHIELD field agent.
Tonight, he was working late. He always worked late. The semi-late night hours were the only time he could work peacefully. Mostly peacefully. There was no way to know when Stark or Banner might have a late night experimentation session. Small explosions and electrical problems were more common here. Fixed faster here than at SHIELD but more common.
Phil had his jacket on the back of his chair. His sleeves rolled up but his tie was still on. Casual dress for Agent Coulson. Soft jazz played in the background as he wrote reports and read through dossiers on potential operations for the Avengers. Being the whole team's handler was a familiar if daunting task.
When he heard the door to his office open he knew it was one of the two people who had unrestricted access to his floor at any time of the day. Even when he wasn't in his office.
He doesn't look up until Clint sits down in the chair in front of his desk and a cold beer also gets set down. Phil saves his work then sits back, studying the beer for a moment and then Clint, one eyebrow raised.
"What's this for?" he asks, a bit curious. Something has brought Clint to his office this late at night. There are plenty of things it could be spread out across the years they've known each other. Phil can wait until Clint wants to tell him.
Besides, the cold beer looks pretty good even though he's never been much of a drinker.
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Sadly, Phil found he had missed Stark as well. Maybe it was a side-effect of his resurrection. Which Stark and Banner were eagerly studying. He was fairly certain they had taken more of his blood and run more scans on him than all his years as a SHIELD field agent.
Tonight, he was working late. He always worked late. The semi-late night hours were the only time he could work peacefully. Mostly peacefully. There was no way to know when Stark or Banner might have a late night experimentation session. Small explosions and electrical problems were more common here. Fixed faster here than at SHIELD but more common.
Phil had his jacket on the back of his chair. His sleeves rolled up but his tie was still on. Casual dress for Agent Coulson. Soft jazz played in the background as he wrote reports and read through dossiers on potential operations for the Avengers. Being the whole team's handler was a familiar if daunting task.
When he heard the door to his office open he knew it was one of the two people who had unrestricted access to his floor at any time of the day. Even when he wasn't in his office.
He doesn't look up until Clint sits down in the chair in front of his desk and a cold beer also gets set down. Phil saves his work then sits back, studying the beer for a moment and then Clint, one eyebrow raised.
"What's this for?" he asks, a bit curious. Something has brought Clint to his office this late at night. There are plenty of things it could be spread out across the years they've known each other. Phil can wait until Clint wants to tell him.
Besides, the cold beer looks pretty good even though he's never been much of a drinker.