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evil_little_dog on June 14th, 2014 07:36 am (local)
Leverage, Eliot+Any, "You know spies, buncha bitchy little girls."
Leverage/Covert Affairs, Eliot + Auggie and Annie
Auggie swore as he bumped the coffee cup on the table and spilled hot liquid over his hand.
“Seems silly to be complaining about hot coffee,” a familiar voice commented.
“Oh, you know spies, buncha bitchy little girls,” Auggie replied as he turned towards the voice. “Spencer? What are you doing in DC?”
“On your right,” Eliot answered, reaching out and clasping Auggie’s hand, pulling him in for a brief hug as the other man stood up to greet him. He took in the brilliant smile the other man graced him with. “Just a stopover,” he added.
Auggie gestured towards the other side of the table. “You alone?”
Eliot took a seat in one of the chairs there. “For the moment. My partners went to find something. I stopped listening after about five minutes.”
“Well some things haven’t changed,” Auggie said. “Although I hear you’re on the side of angels now.”
“I’m not sure I would call it the side of angels,” Eliot replied.
“I wouldn’t call it Satan either,” Auggie pointed out. “Helping Vance. San Lorenzo. Boston. Portland. Memphis. San Francisco. Paris. Barcelona. And those are only the ones I’ve confirmed.”
“Barcelona… wasn’t us,” Eliot said. “Whatever you heard.” He started to say something else when he noticed that one of the people moving around them was actually moving purposely towards them. “Are you expecting someone?”
“Pretty? Heels?” Auggie asked.
“Blonde. About 5’6”. Has less meat on her bones than a thief I know,” Eliot replied.
Auggie tipped his head as the blonde came to a clipping stop next to their table. “Hi, Annie.”
“Who’s your friend, Auggie?” the girl asked.
“Just an old service buddy,” Auggie answered. “We bumped into each other while I was waiting for you.”
Eliot reached into his pocket as his phone vibrated against his hip. “And I need to head out,” he said once he’d read the text message he’d received. He stood up, resting his hand on Auggie’s shoulder for a minute. “It was good to see you, man.”
“It was good seeing you too,” Auggie replied.
As Eliot walked away, he heard the blonde ask, “So really. Who was that?” and he grinned because he knew Auggie wouldn’t say a word. Spies and thieves stuck together, especially when their first bond was forged in the heat of battle.
classics_lover on June 14th, 2014 07:53 am (local)
MCU, any/any, Why is your ex naked in my apartment?
Texts From Last Night
Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bobbi Morse
Special thanks to chrismouse for the Russian. :-)
Clint stared at his phone for a minute before answering it. “Good morning, Natasha.”
“Why is your ex naked in my apartment?” she demanded.
“Um.” Clint pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it for a minute, before asking, “My ex?”
“Yes, durak, your ex. Bobbi Morse is in my apartment. Naked. I want to know why.” The phone crackled a little as it attempted to compensate for being on speaker.
“I’m not entirely sure why you think I would know,” he said.
“She’s your ex,” Natasha answered.
“And you just woke me up after a mission where I haven’t slept for almost seventy-two hours,” he pointed out. “Is she unconscious? Is she drunk?” He paused. “Is she hurt?”
For a moment, Natasha stared at the other woman, who hadn’t moved since the Russian former spy had entered the apartment and drawn a gun on her. “Nyet,” Natasha answered. “Just naked. And in. My. Apartment.”
“Can I say something?” Bobbi asked, raising her voice slightly so Clint could hear her too.
Natasha glared, but motioned with the gun for her to speak.
“I had to leave my job in a hurry and unfortunately left all my clothes behind. I ducked in here thinking it was an empty room. If you would please lend me a towel, I’ll leave,” Bobbi told her.
“Fine,” Natasha gritted out. “But next time don’t pick a lock to get into an empty room.”
Clint waited through what sounded like scrambling from his side of the phone until there was a slight click and then Natasha said, “Clint, that was the worst excuse ever.”
“I didn’t set you up,” Clint told her.
“You wouldn’t be that stupid,” she replied and hung up.
Durak—idiot/dunce
evil_little_dog on June 14th, 2014 07:36 am (local)
Leverage, Eliot+Any, "You know spies, buncha bitchy little girls."
Leverage/Covert Affairs, Eliot + Auggie and Annie
Auggie swore as he bumped the coffee cup on the table and spilled hot liquid over his hand.
“Seems silly to be complaining about hot coffee,” a familiar voice commented.
“Oh, you know spies, buncha bitchy little girls,” Auggie replied as he turned towards the voice. “Spencer? What are you doing in DC?”
“On your right,” Eliot answered, reaching out and clasping Auggie’s hand, pulling him in for a brief hug as the other man stood up to greet him. He took in the brilliant smile the other man graced him with. “Just a stopover,” he added.
Auggie gestured towards the other side of the table. “You alone?”
Eliot took a seat in one of the chairs there. “For the moment. My partners went to find something. I stopped listening after about five minutes.”
“Well some things haven’t changed,” Auggie said. “Although I hear you’re on the side of angels now.”
“I’m not sure I would call it the side of angels,” Eliot replied.
“I wouldn’t call it Satan either,” Auggie pointed out. “Helping Vance. San Lorenzo. Boston. Portland. Memphis. San Francisco. Paris. Barcelona. And those are only the ones I’ve confirmed.”
“Barcelona… wasn’t us,” Eliot said. “Whatever you heard.” He started to say something else when he noticed that one of the people moving around them was actually moving purposely towards them. “Are you expecting someone?”
“Pretty? Heels?” Auggie asked.
“Blonde. About 5’6”. Has less meat on her bones than a thief I know,” Eliot replied.
Auggie tipped his head as the blonde came to a clipping stop next to their table. “Hi, Annie.”
“Who’s your friend, Auggie?” the girl asked.
“Just an old service buddy,” Auggie answered. “We bumped into each other while I was waiting for you.”
Eliot reached into his pocket as his phone vibrated against his hip. “And I need to head out,” he said once he’d read the text message he’d received. He stood up, resting his hand on Auggie’s shoulder for a minute. “It was good to see you, man.”
“It was good seeing you too,” Auggie replied.
As Eliot walked away, he heard the blonde ask, “So really. Who was that?” and he grinned because he knew Auggie wouldn’t say a word. Spies and thieves stuck together, especially when their first bond was forged in the heat of battle.
classics_lover on June 14th, 2014 07:53 am (local)
MCU, any/any, Why is your ex naked in my apartment?
Texts From Last Night
Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bobbi Morse
Special thanks to chrismouse for the Russian. :-)
Clint stared at his phone for a minute before answering it. “Good morning, Natasha.”
“Why is your ex naked in my apartment?” she demanded.
“Um.” Clint pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it for a minute, before asking, “My ex?”
“Yes, durak, your ex. Bobbi Morse is in my apartment. Naked. I want to know why.” The phone crackled a little as it attempted to compensate for being on speaker.
“I’m not entirely sure why you think I would know,” he said.
“She’s your ex,” Natasha answered.
“And you just woke me up after a mission where I haven’t slept for almost seventy-two hours,” he pointed out. “Is she unconscious? Is she drunk?” He paused. “Is she hurt?”
For a moment, Natasha stared at the other woman, who hadn’t moved since the Russian former spy had entered the apartment and drawn a gun on her. “Nyet,” Natasha answered. “Just naked. And in. My. Apartment.”
“Can I say something?” Bobbi asked, raising her voice slightly so Clint could hear her too.
Natasha glared, but motioned with the gun for her to speak.
“I had to leave my job in a hurry and unfortunately left all my clothes behind. I ducked in here thinking it was an empty room. If you would please lend me a towel, I’ll leave,” Bobbi told her.
“Fine,” Natasha gritted out. “But next time don’t pick a lock to get into an empty room.”
Clint waited through what sounded like scrambling from his side of the phone until there was a slight click and then Natasha said, “Clint, that was the worst excuse ever.”
“I didn’t set you up,” Clint told her.
“You wouldn’t be that stupid,” she replied and hung up.
Durak—idiot/dunce
