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Oh. Uh. Hello.

Looks like I might dust this account off.

@ lady-mockingbird

lady-mockingbird:

youvehadalterations:

“Mhmm. It’ll only take a moment,” the soft noise was accompanied by a gentle tutting sound as Marta moved over towards one of the heavy duty doors in the back. “I’ll just need you to leave your agency ID and any request forms you may have on the counter!” She made sure to raise her voice just enough so that she could be heard over the sound of the electronic locks clicking open to let her slip through.

The files were kept under lock and key and even then, when they were released it was always tricky business. Flipping through the several files she found the proper letter. Marta didn’t know the participants by name, only by number. So to her, Cross was Number 5, nothing else.

The sound of thick legal papers hitting Marta’s desk were the only things to grace their ears; it was otherwise silent between the two women, each in their own little world. Marta busied with getting Bobbi her files, while Bobbi toyed around with her mission statement. Apparently this Cross guy was, in not so many words, a total and utter crackpot. Driven crazy by some Government conditioning program for the best and brightest agents; the unfortunate job of cleanup had been left to Morse, sadly, but she appreciated the chance to get out from behind a desk for an afternoon at least. 

Marta found it only slightly odd that someone had come in asking for files but didn’t think much of it. After all, security cleared the woman so she obviously had legitimate business here. 

Her skilled fingers easily flipped through the sheets, pulling out the necessary bits. Most of it was just medical evaluations, how he was responding to treatment and the such. Other than that, there was very little information. But the information that was there was fairly extensive, detailing nearly every bit of the man all without releasing information that was too sensitive.

There was another light shuffling of papers as Marta reorganized the few sheets for the woman. “I’m sure I don’t have to inform you about the sensitivity of some of this information?”

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@ welcometothehawknest

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Clint laughed softly, “Well, of course.” His eyes met hers and showed only gratitude and a bit of hope. He was still angry at Loki for what he had done but he also wanted to help the guy, “So, when did you start to love genetics?” He asked.

Marta gave a faint shrug, trying to think back to when she started to develop a passion for the topic. The fact that she had to think back made her feel impossibly old. “It probably wasn’t until the end of high school, beginning of college maybe? In other words, a long time ago,” she ended with a laugh.

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#ooc 

{ Important OOC Note:

I’ve been helping with remodeling so I’ve been out of the loop for a few days. Oops.

Working on replies for:

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{ ooc:

I’ve been helping with remodeling or whatever the house. Painting and putting in floors etc.

If you need a reply please link me to the post.

{ ooc: Naptime. Bbl }

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Coffeehouse Chat - || Clint & Marta ||

shieldagenthawkeye:

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shieldagenthawkeye:

“Good…” Clint said as he ordered the coffee for them. As they waited for it, he looked around the cafe before staring back at Marta’s face. “Do you wanna eat something? Cinnamon rolls or pastries?” he offered, wanting for the lady to be comfortable with him, he doesnt wanna scare her or something.

She folded her hands in front of her, absentmindedly wringing her fingers. It seemed like mentally she kept wandering around, losing herself in whatever thoughts she had.

“Oh uh,” her brows furrowed slightly before a delighted expression came across her face. “Scones? Are those okay?”

“Scones? Nice choice…” Clint said smiling as he ordered some scones for both of them. “You okay?” he asked Marta as he hand her, her cup of coffee. Clint noticed that something’s bothering Marta he just cant tell what it is.

There was a soft laugh as she gratefully took the warm cup of coffee, carefully cradling it in her delicate hands. “Oh no, I’m fine. I just get lost in thought sometimes, you know?”

Clint shook his head as he chuckled a bit after hearing those words from her; he grabbed their scones before they began to take their seat at their table by the window. “Come onnn.. dont think of Aaron when you’re with me, Mar- you’re breaking my heart..” Clint joked at Marta, wanting for her to not get lost in thought anymore and to smile more for him.

She let out a very unladylike snort, a smile on her face. “Looks like I’ll have to try my best not to be a heartbreaker then.” The words sounded foreign and odd coming from her. Carefully, she set her coffe down on the small table but her hands remained curled aroudnd the source of warmth. “So you’re an agent, right?”

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#coffeehouse chat 

Coffeehouse Chat - || Clint & Marta ||

shieldagenthawkeye:

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shieldagenthawkeye:

“Good…” Clint said as he ordered the coffee for them. As they waited for it, he looked around the cafe before staring back at Marta’s face. “Do you wanna eat something? Cinnamon rolls or pastries?” he offered, wanting for the lady to be comfortable with him, he doesnt wanna scare her or something.

She folded her hands in front of her, absentmindedly wringing her fingers. It seemed like mentally she kept wandering around, losing herself in whatever thoughts she had.

“Oh uh,” her brows furrowed slightly before a delighted expression came across her face. “Scones? Are those okay?”

“Scones? Nice choice…” Clint said smiling as he ordered some scones for both of them. “You okay?” he asked Marta as he hand her, her cup of coffee. Clint noticed that something’s bothering Marta he just cant tell what it is.

There was a soft laugh as she gratefully took the warm cup of coffee, carefully cradling it in her delicate hands. “Oh no, I’m fine. I just get lost in thought sometimes, you know?”