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Chapter Two

Phil had thought he was the most organized person on the planet. That is until Hermione Granger became his personal assistant. The woman was so organized as to make him pale in comparison. Color coding, the Dewy Decimal System, and, heaven help them all, numeric runes (he didn't even know what they were until she explained them to him) were but the tip of the iceberg.

"Why runes?"

"Do you want just anyone to come look at your files and know what they're looking at?"

"No."

She just stared at him.

"Makes sense. Now if you can just teach me the runes."

"That goes without saying," she replied and went about doing just that.

When she was finished explaining them to him, he was amazed just how simple the system she set up was.

"Did you dumb it down for me?" he inquired.

"Whatever for?" she asked him. "You're not an idiot." She stood up straight, stretching out her back as she explained, "The trouble with most systems where one is attempting to keep others at bay or unable to figure them out is that people generally overthink them. If you keep it simple, chances are that they'll figure it out by the time you change the system or pattern, thusly giving them a whole new maze to figure out."

He looked down at his desk and back over to her. "What if they figure it out before then?"

"The runes themselves are very misleading. If they go by the translations of them, which I think would be the case more times than not, they'll be misled by what they think they discovered. And because of this, we'll have a basic understanding of just when they looked at the files."

He thought it over and said, "Keep me updated as to the changes."

"Of course. The idea is to keep others in the dark, not you."

She was about to ask him about lunch, when a young man just about five or so years older than herself came charging into the room. Dropping into one of the guest chairs, he propped his feet onto the desk and was grinning broadly at Coulson.

"Moving up in the world, huh?" he asked, looking over to Hermione and winked at her.

"So it would seem," Phil answered, looking at the feet on his desk and back over to him.

Letting his feet drop to the floor, he asked, "Aren't you going to introduce me to the pretty lady, Phil?"

"Agent Clint Barton, may I introduce to you Miss Hermione Granger." His eyes sharpened as he added, "Not only is she far too young for you, but has proven to me that she is more than likely one of the best admins in this building."

"In other words, hands off?" He nodded. "It breaks my heart, but I think I can handle that." Clint looked over to Hermione. "Somehow I'll manage."

"Happy to hear it," she said with a grin.

"Ooh, and a Brit too!" He pressed his hands over his heart. "How you wound me, Phil!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "It's lunch time. Will you two be going over to the cafeteria or will you be attending to business here?"

"Business," Phil told her.

"Would you care for me to have lunch delivered for the two of you?"

"Do they even do that?" the younger man inquired.

"I'm sure if you pay them to and told them which office to take it to, they might. If that doesn't work for you, I can bring it back with me when I'm finished ordering my own food—that's if you don't care about the wait?"

"That would be the better idea," Phil said, pulling out a pad of paper and writing down what he wanted. "What do you want to eat, Clint?"

"The hot lunch special," he answered.

"And to drink?"

A bottle of water," Clint said, looking around the office. "You should get a minifridge in here, Phil. It would be great for those bag lunches you always bring to work."

Before Coulson could say anything, Hermione said, "I'll put in the acquisition forms for that as soon as I get back from my own lunch." She took the note from Phil and went on her way.

"Wow," Clint said, looking over to his boss. "Talk about scarily efficient."

"You have no idea," he answered, pulling out the file he needed to pass on to the agent in front of him. "The Red Room is back to their old games. They were warned the last time what would happen."

Clint now all business, asked, "Who?"

"The Black Widow." He handed the folder over to him. "Track her. See who her next target is. Ensure their safety if need be. Bring her down."

He looked over the file before asking, "And if I can turn her?"

"Clint…"

"You know that's always a possibility."

Phil gave a reluctant nod, but added quietly, "Some can't be saved."

"I know that," he said tightly. "But I was, wasn't I?"

Phil nodded again.

"You never know. I'll assess and pass on the information to you."

"Just don't leave the grid," Phil told him. "The new director isn't as forgiving as the last one."

"And he wasn't all that forgiving," Clint muttered. "I'll do my best. Again, I have to know what's going on first."

"Of course." There was a knock on the door and Phil told them to come in.

Hermione came in with two covered dishes on a tray. Placing them onto the desktop that Phil had cleared she placed one in front of Phil and the other in front of Clint. She set both of them up with their water bottles and silverware.

Standing up straight, she asked, "Will that be all?"

"For now," Phil answered. "See you after lunch, Hermione."

Smiling she nodded.

"Thanks," Clint told her.

"You're welcome," she murmured, closing the door behind herself.

Clint looked over to Phil and said, "How in the world did you manage to get her as an admin?"

"I don't know if they had a clue what a gem she was when they hired her. If they did, she would be working for Fury, I'm sure."

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As first days of work went, it was brilliant. She loved the office, how she was able to get her say on how it was operated and how absolutely ordinary the job seemed to be despite the fact that it wasn't. When she had called her Gran, she really hadn't expected getting employment with the agency the woman had been the director of at one time.

She left at five, after asking Coulson if there was anything left for that day to take care of. He said no and went on to inform her that he would be in a meeting most of the next morning. They said their goodbyes and she went on her way home.

Hermione had no sooner stepped into the sitting room of her new home did her mobile ring.

"Hello?" she asked absently, as she was shedding herself of her lightweight business coat at her entry way closet.

"Hey Hermione! How was the interview?"

Smiling she said, "I got the job and started working already." When there was a pause on the other end, she asked, "Harry?"

"Already? Don't they need to run checks on you and the like?"

She was silent this time before saying, "I did tell you that my Gran was the former head of this agency, didn't I?"

"Actually, you didn't," he replied. "So they know your background?"

"Pretty much so," she stated. "Why?"

"Uh…"

"What did you do?" she demanded.

"I might have gotten it into my head…"

"You're not the type to think of these things," she muttered. "Try again."

She heard him give a long painful sigh. "So I might have gotten the idea from George to plant something in your records."

"What?"

"A fondness for goats."

Goats, she thought. It just had to be goats. "They're tasty."

"I meant as pets."

"They're great as pets I suppose," she said. "But you haven't lived until you've tried barbequed pulled goat."

"You're having me on."

"Yes I am, but it would serve you right if I made you retch, you interfering do-gooder."

"Hermione, you don't have to work your way through school. I told you that I would pay for it. I don't see why you're being so stubborn about this!"

"I'm going to earn my own way in the world, Harry. And although I appreciate it, this is something I need to do."

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Director Fury and Agent Coulson finished listening to the recording of Hermione's conversation with her friend Harry Potter. Both sat there for a time saying nothing, thinking over what they had heard.

"She's funny," Phil said. "Great sense of humor."

"She reminds me of her grandmother in that way," Fury answered quietly. "Do you think she'd make for a good agent?"

Phil thought that over. He honestly would hate losing her as his admin, but would she make for a good agent? "I don't know enough about her one way or the other, sir. But I can say one thing with absolute certainty."

"And that is?" he asked.

"She makes the best coffee ever."

TBC…

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