Date: September 6th, 2012

"Is that what it looks like? Damn. Is that Barton and Romanoff."

"Yes..."

"How did you get this? Are they... Is this what I think it is?"

"This is the data dump from Firefly Four. I set it to follow Barton on his mission, but it went dark right after evac and I marked it down as lost. But it just popped back online and is dumping... this. Oh, God, I'm so fucked!"

"Is this a live feed? Damn, I knew he was hittin' that."

"Yes, um, it's live. Plus there's three days worth of footage coming down. We were testing the extended battery and I just figured it died unexpectedly, but it must have just lost the connection. It's been following him around recording everything he does. It's a hell of a field test for the cloaking—I mean if fucking Hawkeye doesn't see it—But then, he seems, um, kind of distracted. I need to recall it, but I'm afraid they'll notice if it tries to leave her quarters. I'm so dead. We are so very fucked."

"Is it all like that? You have three days worth of him eating her out?"

"Well, I haven't watched all of it. But it's not all so—uh, personal. She's away on her own mission most of the time. So a lot of it is just him going to briefings and drinking coffee and shit. It's unbelievable how much coffee. Ugh...We are so fucked."

"You keep saying that, Jones. What do you mean 'we?' I'm walking out of here and forgetting I EVER saw this."

"Ok. I'm so fucked. They are going to kill me."

"Dude, if you are very, very lucky, he will kill you. She wouldn't be that merciful."

"What the hell am I going to do? Fury will be notified instantly if I try to delete any data. But I have hours of this and when they aren't together, he's training or cleaning his guns and oiling his bow and waxing bow strings and sharpening his knives and fletching arrows... If Fury finds out about them because of me—Oh, man, I'm so fucked."

"Just bury it in the archive."

"Logged as what? BartonGoesDownOnRomanoff-dot-mpeg? RomanoffSucksOffBarton-dot-mpeg? HawkeyeNeverFuckingMisses-dot-mpeg?"

"Holy shit! You have that, too?"

"Yeah, I swear to God, it goes on for like five hours and he doesn't miss once."

"Not him target practicing, you moron. You have video of her going down on him? I wanna see."

"What happened to 'I'm walking out of here and forgetting I ever saw this,' Rumlow?"

"Yeah, but I'd love to see that stuck-up, ice-bitch on her knees. Always thought she was a dyke."

"Just because she is immune to your particular brand of charm—Wait, I thought you just said you knew she and Barton were together."

"Whatever. I want a copy of that, Jones."

"No. You need to forget you ever saw this. I need to forget I ever saw this. You're right; this is getting logged as test footage and hopefully no one will ever look at it."

"I'm your superior officer. You aren't allowed to hide such valuable intel. Drop a copy in my secure inbox before you bury it."

"...like hell, sir. I'll go to Fury myself before I turn this over to you or anyone else. Agent Romanoff is entitled to her privacy regardless of what you think of her."

"You didn't seem to have a problem watching it."

"I'm the technician responsible for the Firefly program. Four was performing aberrantly so it's my job to figure out why it stopped reporting and why it came back online and what it was doing. It also went to briefings with Barton. I shouldn't have seen any of that. Actually, yeah, I can dump it all as Level Seven and mark it as testing and debug footage...How the hell it made it past all of the defenses is another question. That thing had unfettered access to..."

"I want all that footage. People should see that cunt like she really is."

"There... just tagged it as Level Seven. Coulson can figure out what to do with it when he gets back. We don't have clearance so I can't give you access to those briefings. You'll need Level Seven clearance before..."

"That's an order."

"With all due respect, sir. Fuck off. "