Jealousy

Black Widow's POV

"That Clint Barton really is something else," Agent Hill gushed, tapping her pen against her pad.

Natasha looked up at her over her computer screen, irritated. "Humph," she muttered.

"What's he like in live action? I've only seen him work onscreen."

She rolled her eyes. "Just as amazing as on tv," she quipped dryly.

Maria Hill smirked. "Like you're not impressed by the way he shoots that bow and arrow? He made those weapons himself, didn't he?"

"Don't you have some paperwork to get finished for Fury?" She unconsciously balled her hands into fists under the desk.

"I've seen the way you at look at him. Look, if you want to stake a claim…"

Natasha decided to pretend she didn't hear her. That would be much better for her career than the alternative…

Hill kept going. "It's the way he looks at you, too… man, I wish someone with muscles like that would look at me that lustfully."

She slammed her fists into her lap and abruptly rose from her seat. "Look, Maria. I'm really not good at this whole girl talk thing, okay? Exuse me, I have work to do."

Hawkeye's POV

He sat in front of the monitor with narrowed eyes as he watched her caress that creep's face. Man, she was laying it on thick.

Agent Coulsson looked over from his seat next to him. "Are you okay?"

"Hmmm?" Clint asked without looking at him. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. How are you holding up? I know it's late…"

Phil Coulsson smiled knowingly. "She's great at what she does. You get used to it after awhile. "

The guy on the screen puckered his lips jeeringly and Clint broke a pencil.

"At least most of us do," Coulsson muttered under his breath. Out loud he said, "You know, we can just switch screens with Agent Hill if you want. I won't tell Fury."

Clint shook his head. "I'm good at my job too."

"I wasn't suggesting.." Coulsson trailed off. "I need you to be in top shape in case we have to send you down there. Hill's keeping an eye on the Captain Rogers situation. No persuasion involved there. Not yet, anyway."

Clint turned his head marginally to regard the agent, keeping one eye on the screen. "I promised her I'd look after her."

Coulsson nodded. "Okay then. Just be ready to go in the event that we need to send you as backup."

"Trust me, I've been ready."