"I don't know," said Phil Coulson, standing by the coffee machine with his co-worker. "I just think it's a bold move on my part." Erik Selvig put a lid on his freshly poured coffee. "Come on! You've got to start somewhere. She's not gonna wait forever." "Yeah…. maybe you're right. She's a cellist- I've always loved the cello." "You see? You're meant to be!"
They opened the door of the refreshments room and walked out. "What about you?" Coulson prompted. "You met anyone yet?" Selvig just laughed, and shook his head. "I'm too old for that now!" "No you're not! But you'd better find someone before you get too old!" The two men laughed, and kept walking down the hallway.
As they walked, their ears were met by the familiar shoe clomping of Maria Hill behind them. "Guys!" she said. "Have you heard? All the other countries' scenarios have failed this year!" Selvig raised his eyebrow. "Really? Well, no need to worry yourself, Hill, the US always has it in the bag." "You can always depend on us!" said Coulson jokingly with a patriotic fist pump.
"Seriously guys! What if something goes wrong?" persisted Maria. "Nothing will go wrong, Hill, that hasn't happened since '98, and it's not about to!" retorted Coulson. "I hope you guys are right," Maria said, tucking her binder beneath her arm and following them to the cart parking,
"You better not be goofing off in there!" she yelled after them as they pulled away in a cart. "We won't!" Selvig shouted back, and they both laughed. Coulson took a sip of coffee. "So, do you wanna come over for some target practice this weekend? I've got to brush up on my skills a bit." He looked over to Selvig, who was trying to take a sip of coffee without spilling the hot contents all over himself. Coulson sighed. "Are you- are you even listening to me?"
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