"Bored already, Coulson?" Tony's brain rushes to catch up. God, he could use some coffee - actually. That's an idea. He wheels back around to greet the SHIELD agent with a tight, incredibly fake-friendly smile. He wants something. He's not going to take no for an answer, either. "Coffee," He starts. "1 venti soy caramel macchiato, 3 extra shots, 2 tall no water no foam 7 pump chia latte--" He's more than happy to keep reeling off of his order, but Coulson cuts him off.
He purses his lips together while Coulson rattles off that threat in a strange combination of giddy and paper-pusher bland. He doesn't get much chance to respond before a very small redhead more or less suddenly materializes behind Agent Wonderbread. There's a metallic glint from near Coulson's throat; it takes Tony a moment for his brain to parse that it's a knife. His brain fires in overdrive. She seems genuine. Concerned about him, his wellbeing. Protective - and stealthy, terrifying, possessing of skills not listed on her CV. Another Rushman? Natalie - Natasha - whatever her name is, that's who scouted her out of the potentials. SHIELD? Someone else? Does it matter? He doesn't like the alphabet soup spy games, not when he's getting shuffled around in the middle of them. He also doesn't like Coulson. And while he can appreciate a tit for tat threat, she's very obviously not kidding. A SHIELD agent is very close to being dead on his rug.
He feels a little light headed and that's only partially the palladium's fault, he's sure.
"I think that's your cue to go get us the Starbucks I was asking for," Tony says remarkably good-naturedly given that his heart and his stomach might have temporarily switched places. "And some donuts, too."
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He purses his lips together while Coulson rattles off that threat in a strange combination of giddy and paper-pusher bland. He doesn't get much chance to respond before a very small redhead more or less suddenly materializes behind Agent Wonderbread. There's a metallic glint from near Coulson's throat; it takes Tony a moment for his brain to parse that it's a knife. His brain fires in overdrive. She seems genuine. Concerned about him, his wellbeing. Protective - and stealthy, terrifying, possessing of skills not listed on her CV. Another Rushman? Natalie - Natasha - whatever her name is, that's who scouted her out of the potentials. SHIELD? Someone else? Does it matter? He doesn't like the alphabet soup spy games, not when he's getting shuffled around in the middle of them. He also doesn't like Coulson. And while he can appreciate a tit for tat threat, she's very obviously not kidding. A SHIELD agent is very close to being dead on his rug.
He feels a little light headed and that's only partially the palladium's fault, he's sure.
"I think that's your cue to go get us the Starbucks I was asking for," Tony says remarkably good-naturedly given that his heart and his stomach might have temporarily switched places. "And some donuts, too."