As well as Natasha..
They’ll turn up eventually. I hope.
It won’t be pretty.
I don’t imagine it will.
Oh…
*reads his emails for a few minutes* Fury’s running late.
As well as Natasha..
They’ll turn up eventually. I hope.
Did you say something?
Hm? No. Sorry. Just… looking over my backlog of e-mails.
Oh…
*reads his emails for a few minutes* Fury’s running late.
Did you say something?
Hm? No. Sorry. Just… looking over my backlog of e-mails.
*sits down across from his and remains silent*

Meeting today.
Got dressed in a suit, as usual for work. It hurt. I took more advil than normal. Had to get a new ID badge.
Still the first one in the room. I’m just going to sit here with my notepad and stare straight at Fury. Perhaps if I’m like a dog and don’t look them in the eye they won’t feel challanged or threatened and will just ignore the awkward. At least for the moment. Perhaps after the meeting I can talk to Natasha.
*sits down across from his and remains silent*

Meeting today.
Got dressed in a suit, as usual for work. It hurt. I took more advil than normal. Had to get a new ID badge.
Still the first one in the room. I’m just going to sit here with my notepad and stare straight at Fury. Perhaps if I’m like a dog and don’t look them in the eye they won’t feel challanged or threatened and will just ignore the awkward. At least for the moment. Perhaps after the meeting I can talk to Natasha.
Phil lay in bed. One in the morning, yet again. He should be asleep by now. In Barbados he wasn’t stressed, he moved at his own pace, it was warm and relaxed. Now back in New York, his stress level was high and his body was paying the price for it. He took of his shirt and looked down at the scarring on his chest. Barely healed, he could still see the marks of stitches on it. He took a deep breath and grit his teeth at the pain. Too much moving. Too much pushing himself. But he had to. Work had to be done. Meeting tomorrow. It was too late to take anything to help him sleep.
If he just lay there and stared at the ceiling long enough, it would come. He hoped.
You could do my job. I know you could do my job, that’s why I recommended you for it. It’s not easy. But you’re a lot more capable than you think yourself.
Thank you, Mr. Sitwell.
Flattery will not get you free pancakes, Phil. [small smile] Good to have you back, boss.
It’s gotten me free pancakes in the past.
You have no idea how nice it is to hear from someone who is glad I’m back.