lady-mockingbird:

youvehadalterations:

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“Is there something I can do to help you?”

“Yeah, actually. I’m here to pick up some files requested by my agency.”

“Files? I don’t think we had an- Oh! Sorry, I completely forgot. What files did you need again? I’ll quick go round them up.”

“Oh, it’s no problem.” Morse shot the woman a quick grin before returning to her professional(ish) self. “Just some on a potential target I’m tracking. They should be under ‘C’ I think— C for Cross.”

“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.

Coffeehouse Chat - || Clint & Marta ||

shieldagenthawkeye:

youvehadalterations:

shieldagenthawkeye:

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shieldagenthawkeye

“Ah- I see..” Clint nodded at her words, not knowing if he should ask her what kind of scientist is she. This is one of Clint’s pet peeves, once he got curious he cant help but ask until he’s finally satisfied with the answers. “Hhhmmm.. soooo…” he muttered, wondering if he should continue it, “What kind of…. coffee do you wanna drink? Dammit! he thought to himself, frustrated to ask her

Marta turned her head slightly to glance at Clint, the fingers of her right hand resting dangerously close to her mouth. The light smile remaining on her face. “I drink almost any type. Well except black. That stuff is way too bitter for me.” She ended with a tiny shrug; she never knew how her coworkers could stand to drink something so bitter..

“Thatsss… great…” Clint replied nodding, even though that wasnt supposed the question and that isnt the answer he’s looking for. Maybe I should just ask her about it later on. He thought to himself.

Finally, they arrived at the coffee shop, Clint parked his car where its allowed to be parked and got out first before Marta even got the chance. He opened the door for her then both head inside the cafe all the way at the counter. “So- what do you wanna have? I’ll be having some Coffee Mocha.. yours?” he asked.

Her brows furrowed slightly before one rose into a delicate arch, slightly confused. But she didn’t have time to dwell on such thoughts before Clint kindly opened the car door for her. She easily slid from the seat and moved to follow Clint inside.

It had been a fair amount of time since she was last in an actual coffee shop, most of the time she lived off whatever was brewed at work. Clint’s words snapped her back into reality.

“Oh uh… I’ll have the same thing.”

“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?”

lady-mockingbird:

youvehadalterations:

“Is there something I can do to help you?”

“Yeah, actually. I’m here to pick up some files requested by my agency.”

“Files? I don’t think we had an- Oh! Sorry, I completely forgot. What files did you need again? I’ll quick go round them up.”

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Coffeehouse Chat - || Clint & Marta ||

shieldagenthawkeye:

youvehadalterations:

shieldagenthawkeye

“Ah- I see..” Clint nodded at her words, not knowing if he should ask her what kind of scientist is she. This is one of Clint’s pet peeves, once he got curious he cant help but ask until he’s finally satisfied with the answers. “Hhhmmm.. soooo…” he muttered, wondering if he should continue it, “What kind of…. coffee do you wanna drink? Dammit! he thought to himself, frustrated to ask her

Marta turned her head slightly to glance at Clint, the fingers of her right hand resting dangerously close to her mouth. The light smile remaining on her face. “I drink almost any type. Well except black. That stuff is way too bitter for me.” She ended with a tiny shrug; she never knew how her coworkers could stand to drink something so bitter..

“Thatsss… great…” Clint replied nodding, even though that wasnt supposed the question and that isnt the answer he’s looking for. Maybe I should just ask her about it later on. He thought to himself.

Finally, they arrived at the coffee shop, Clint parked his car where its allowed to be parked and got out first before Marta even got the chance. He opened the door for her then both head inside the cafe all the way at the counter. “So- what do you wanna have? I’ll be having some Coffee Mocha.. yours?” he asked.

Her brows furrowed slightly before one rose into a delicate arch, slightly confused. But she didn’t have time to dwell on such thoughts before Clint kindly opened the car door for her. She easily slid from the seat and moved to follow Clint inside.

It had been a fair amount of time since she was last in an actual coffee shop, most of the time she lived off whatever was brewed at work. Clint’s words snapped her back into reality.

“Oh uh… I’ll have the same thing.”

Coffeehouse Chat - || Clint & Marta ||

shieldagenthawkeye

“Ah- I see..” Clint nodded at her words, not knowing if he should ask her what kind of scientist is she. This is one of Clint’s pet peeves, once he got curious he cant help but ask until he’s finally satisfied with the answers. “Hhhmmm.. soooo…” he muttered, wondering if he should continue it, “What kind of…. coffee do you wanna drink? Dammit! he thought to himself, frustrated to ask her

Marta turned her head slightly to glance at Clint, the fingers of her right hand resting dangerously close to her mouth. The light smile remaining on her face. “I drink almost any type. Well except black. That stuff is way too bitter for me.” She ended with a tiny shrug; she never knew how her coworkers could stand to drink something so bitter..

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shieldagenthawkeye:

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Clint let out a half smile at the beautiful lady beside him. “You wanna, grab a coffee or something?” he asked as he shrugged.

Marta perked up instantly at the mention of coffee. “Sure!” She chirped happily, “I’d love to!”

Clint was kinda shocked at Marta’s reactions but he find it cute so he let out a chuckle about it. “Alright.. let’s go..” he said as he opened the door for her and head out of the building and went straight to his corvette. Clint opened the door for Marta again before he even got the chance to go on his side of car.

Marta eyed the sports car curiously, letting one hand gently run over the clean paint. She was surprised when he opened the door for her but gratefully accepted his action and easily slid onto the seat. “Should I ask what you do for a living?”

Clint began to start the ignition and drove away. “Oh me?” he asked as he glanced at Marta and back on the road. “I’m an agent..” he said simply. “You?”

She almost balked at response but managed to calm herself. Aaron obviously trusted him so she should too. “I’m a doctor of sorts.”

“Doctor of sorts???” he glanced with an eyebrow raised. “You need to be more specific than that, Doc…” he added.

“Well not like doctor, doctor I suppose. Perhaps scientist would be a better term.”

shieldagenthawkeye:

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shieldagenthawkeye:

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Clint let out a half smile at the beautiful lady beside him. “You wanna, grab a coffee or something?” he asked as he shrugged.

Marta perked up instantly at the mention of coffee. “Sure!” She chirped happily, “I’d love to!”

Clint was kinda shocked at Marta’s reactions but he find it cute so he let out a chuckle about it. “Alright.. let’s go..” he said as he opened the door for her and head out of the building and went straight to his corvette. Clint opened the door for Marta again before he even got the chance to go on his side of car.

Marta eyed the sports car curiously, letting one hand gently run over the clean paint. She was surprised when he opened the door for her but gratefully accepted his action and easily slid onto the seat. “Should I ask what you do for a living?”

Clint began to start the ignition and drove away. “Oh me?” he asked as he glanced at Marta and back on the road. “I’m an agent..” he said simply. “You?”

She almost balked at response but managed to calm herself. Aaron obviously trusted him so she should too. “I’m a doctor of sorts.”