For the Taylor Swift Challenge (HPFC)
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Natasha exited the room silently, pulling out her (new) phone as she left. She stood in the hallway and dialed Phil's number.
"Coulson speaking." Phil's voice appeared after several seconds.
"There's something wrong with Stark." Natasha said bluntly, not bothering to tiptoe (You're tiptoeing ... you need to strut). There was a moment of silence when Phil didn't respond, before his voice came over the line again.
"You're acting like that's a surprise?" Natasha could tell from Phil's voice that he knew something. He was hiding something. Her eyes narrowed and her grip on her phone tightened.
"Cut the crap, Phil. What's wrong with Stark?" Natasha asked, her voice starting to take on a colder tone.
"Why, did something happen?" Phil replied, and Natasha's free hand balled up into a fist as she tried to push back the worry that started to rise to the front of her mind.
"He fainted."
Silence.
"He fainted before we arrived, and some woman came in - Miss Swift, if I remember correctly." Natasha continued.
Silence.
"Phil?"
...No reply.
"Phil, cut the crap. What's wrong with Stark?"
Finally, Natasha heard the other SHIELD agent sigh.
"It's getting worse." Natasha heard him murmur, sounding slightly downcast.
"What's getting worse?"Natasha inquired, starting to feel impatient. "Phil, can you just answer my damn question? What the hell is wrong with Stark?"
Phil didn't reply.
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