Chapter Two

Coulson knew that he was in for an argument as he closed the meeting. He knew that being the director would not help him at all when it came to Daisy Johnson. As he arrived back in his office he was followed, not three seconds later, by the Inhuman herself.

"What the hell Coulson?" Daisy looked furious. Not just mad, but legitimately, red-in-the-face furious, "you just spring that I'm going to be working with an Avenger in front of everyone? And you don't even check with me to see if I'd be okay with that?"

"Daisy, I made the call because I know you can operate on level with an Avenger. Plus Barton has trouble working with anyone who isn't Romanoff. You won't put up with any of his usual crap," Coulson said, sitting down behind his desk, in an effort to put some barrier between him and the livid young woman. Who was admittedly, very scary when she was angry; maybe it was wrong to have Melinda to be the one to train her.

"It still isn't very cool to just pull me away from my team. We are still getting used to working together. Hell, Joey still doesn't know all of the stuff he is capable of," Daisy had crossed her arms and turned herself sideways. Coulson knew this meant he had struck a good enough point to convince her and she was trying to save some face in front of him now.

"I'm sorry Daisy, but you know how being The Director goes. I have to make tough decisions, and this was one. If I could, I wouldn't expose anyone to Barton more than I had to. But this is an important Hydra base," He knew he had won before he had finished his sentence. Daisy sighed and nodded at him.

"Fine, when do I leave?" She asked, still with a clipped voice.

"You have three hours before you leave for Waverly, Iowa. Get everything you need, and maybe some extra patience as well. Barton can be quite infuriating," Coulson said this with a smile. And continued to think about the mission after Daisy had left with a curt nod.

Barton was a good man, an excellent shot, but a horrible agent. He had disobeyed orders on multiple occasions and had back talked almost every superior he could. In fact, Maria Hill still couldn't hear the name Barton without becoming irrevocably angry. Then again, his antics had gotten them the Black Widow, so there was that.

Coulson smirked to himself then as he thought of Daisy. She was a lot like Clint. Maybe a little more inclined to follow orders when push came to shove, but they were incredibly similar. They were both snarky and tended to laugh and make jokes in the face of danger. They were both incredibly tenderhearted people at their core as well, caring little for themselves and more about others. Coulson figured they might just become best friends if they didn't kill each first.

Coulson's phone rang from its location on his desk, under several stacks of mission reports that he had to go over today. He moved them and picked up his phone with a gruff hello. He listened carefully, smiling despite himself.

"Yes Barton, you have to have a partner for this. If you don't who is gonna patch you up when you get injured somehow?" He listened carefully for a response and suppressed a chuckle to try and keep his façade of seriousness.

"Yes you do always get injured, Barton. Do I need to bring up Budapest? No? Didn't think so." Coulson hung up the phone, knowing that would irritate the younger man. He rolled his eyes down to his paperwork, which sat there mocking him. He began to chuckle to himself. If there was one mission report he looked forward to reading, it would be when the personalities of Quake and Hawkeye crash into each other.