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OOM: 2011, Helicarrier
Sep. 10th, 2013 06:11 pmAfter talking with Fury, she works on her after-action report, and drinks just a few too many cups of coffee.
The result is, by the time she should grab something to eat again, she's far too wired to try and deal with the cafeteria and the number of fellow agents, analysts, and crew that would be there. She grabs some Doritos from the vending machine, and retreats to her assigned room.
It's possibly not the best frame of mind in which to call Clint, but...
She misses him. And needs to let him know where she is. She'd told Fury she'd be in San Diego for a week, but in the resulting hours, she's come to the conclusion that she really should ask.
Pulling out her phone, she presses his name in her contact list, and waits.
Please don't be in a late meeting.
The result is, by the time she should grab something to eat again, she's far too wired to try and deal with the cafeteria and the number of fellow agents, analysts, and crew that would be there. She grabs some Doritos from the vending machine, and retreats to her assigned room.
It's possibly not the best frame of mind in which to call Clint, but...
She misses him. And needs to let him know where she is. She'd told Fury she'd be in San Diego for a week, but in the resulting hours, she's come to the conclusion that she really should ask.
Pulling out her phone, she presses his name in her contact list, and waits.
Please don't be in a late meeting.
