3. Cold coffee.

I sit next to Coulson and taste the kids cappuccino. Its cold. I look at him. He's pissed. "sorry?"

"Sorry? Sorry? Not only did you put the folder between the girlfriends eyes…"

"it was a joke. I wanted to make sure he'd notice it, he had a lot of junk there"

"…not only did you do that, you also…"

"forgot the dots, I know"

"…you forgot the dots! How could you possibly forget the dots?"

"I was in a hurry okay? Didn't know when he'd be back" I can feel Natasha's smile on my back. Coulson might be angry, but it will pass, and technically, I don't work for them anymore, but her? I'm never gonna hear the end of this.

"So" He seems calmer "What do you think?"

"About the kid?" he nods "well, I like him, but I'm not sure he'll fit. I mean, what is he, fifteen?"

"Eighteen"

"huh. Well, still. He's green. And not like Banner." He doesn't find it funny "we can spare him."

"He doesn't want to be spared"

"That's not the point!" I'm losing my calm. I start playing with a coin in my knuckles, making it dance. Memories rush back. Early missions. My first kill. It was with a knife. Weird. "That. Is not. The point."

"Clint" I feel Natashas hand in my shoulder. I know she's not smiling anymore "You know as well as I do he's not gonna just stop. At least we can give him a hand."

"With what exactly? Seems to me" the coin almost falls, but I move my pinky in the last second "seems to me that the only thing we've got to teach him is how to kill."

"The day might come when he'll need that." Isn't she sweet?

I throw the coin in the air, and grab Coulsons coffee. Its cold too. Dammit. I'm about to call the waitress when I remember she's actually an agent. The coin lands on my hand and I keep playing with it. That's when I realize all eyes are on the it. Apparently I've been doing it again. They all probably think I'm showing off, but truth is, I'm just trying not to lose it.

Every second, images are playing on the back of my mind. Missions. Like silent movies, they go on on my mind, neverending. Keeping my hands busy helps, but they are still there. There's always a mission, that's how the world works. Natasha sits next to me and Budapest takes the lead. We were sitting in a place very much like this one when all hell broke loose. I remember back then I thought things couldn't get any worse. How wrong I was. I realize they are both waiting for me to say something.

"Well, I don't know why you asked for my opinion if you didn't want it then" I know it doesn't really follow with what we've been saying, but truth is I can't remember the conversation, truth is, Budapest isn't silent anymore, bullets are flying all over the place, louder, louder, louder. I flip the coin, stand up and grab it in the air with two fingers. I throw it all the way across the room, and it gets stuck in the lock of the door. Maybe I am showing off, and I just can't see it. After all, if someone has a subconscious, that's me.

I go get the coin and realize its my perfect chance to walk away. I open the door and look back to Natasha to say goodbye. But instead, I hear my voice asking "You coming?".