Now Where’s Your Champion? [@athermajestysservice]
“It’s nothing to do with intellect,” she tells him sharply. “And stronger men than you have reacted strangely to my presence. Do as you’re instructed, by a senior agent, I might add, and we won’t have a problem, 007.”
She’s furious at being outwitted on the hostage front, although it only shows in the curt nod she gives him. “Come on,” she instructs, striding out of the doorwar and back down the stairs, locating the entrance she’s looking for.
“You are not my superior, and do not presume yourself to be. I’m not here for you to boss around, Agent Romanoff. And if you think that attempting to pull rank on me will work, you’re not as good at judging character as you seem to think.” He stepped past her, gritting his teeth in annoyance.
He certainly preferred working with the other agents of SHIELD. He adjusts his jacket once he’s outside, walking down the stairs with her as she looks for the entrance and he keeps an eye out.
At least the words have garnered some sort of reaction from the man who had appeared previously unflappable. A problem with authority? She could empathise, but now would certainly not be the time. “Oh, do tell me what will, 007. What if I bat my eyelashes and pretend as though you’re god’s gift to secret agents?” she asks sardonically, impatient to have the mission over.
She slips the keycard from her pocket, entering both it and the passcode before opening the door. “After you,” she smirks, holding the heavy door open for him.
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