A/N: This drabble is a bit different in its point of view. I am basing the whole thing on the fact that SHIELD is a government agency and those are usually filled with a certain amount of bureaucracy and paper pushing.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even a little bit.

IMPORTANT: As I don't speak most of the languages I will mention in this one, I will ask you to use your imagination. Underlined = audio recording; underlined, italicized = audio recording of foreign language. ( ) around the narrator's reactions as he listens to the audio. Hope that makes sense. I will try to make it work as I see it in my head, but my head can be a bag of cats, so no promises. ;) *ducks in anticipation of rotten tomatoes*

SHIELD Helicarrier, Transcribing department

Agent Howard entered the room quietly, respectful of the half dozen agents diligently pouring over the hours of mission audio and recording it into written format. He swiftly strolled to his station, eager to begin his next assignment. When he reached his desk, he quickly spied the package in his inbox. He picked it up and read the case sheet, groaning. Howard looked at his supervisor with exasperation.

"Really? Why do I have one of their missions? This is the third time in a row!" he whined at Agent Grammer, but she just rolled her eyes at him and turned her back.

That proved it! She did hear him that day when he was commenting on the attractiveness of her rear-end in the break-room. She must be punishing him. This was so unfair.

Howard sat down in a huff and plugged in his trusty earphones and started to play the recording. He stretched his fingers, knowing he had to be ready for anything. If he ever saw them face-to-face, he would love to give those two a piece of his mind. Yes, he definitely would. The audio began rolling and he immediately knew this was going to be a bad one.

Barton: I'm bored. (Howard cringed, knowing what must be coming.)

Romanoff: I apologize, is my witty repartee not enough to keep you entertained?

Barton: As much as I love to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I feel like something is missing. *snapping sound* I know! I haven't messed with them yet. A mission isn't complete if we don't have a rousing game of Screw-With-The-Scription! (Howard groaned, he knew what that meant. Damn them!)

Romanoff: To the left, mark the time, first-shift guard exiting. (Howard sighed. She had such a wondrous voice. Too bad she was prone to such violence.)

Barton: Noted. So are you in? Come on, please? (Hopefully, he thought, they would get too caught in the mission to continue with their stupid "game.")

Romanoff: Only if I get first pick. (Howard took a deep breath. Really, this bullying behavior was so uncalled-for.)

Barton: Why, of course! Let's allow that talented tongue of yours work its magic. (Howard wondered how the agent was still alive, addressing such a dangerous woman in so familiar speech pattern.)

Romanoff: Watch it, Barton. (Hell, was that Algerian? He flipped through his language databases.)

Barton: What? I love your command of language. *sound of impact, unknown origin* Romanoff, is that your knife that just landed next to my head? (Mandarin? No, Cantonese. Howard was so horrible at Asian languages!)

Romanoff: I don't know what you mean. (That was definitely Turkish. Howard quickly pulled up the database, hoping this would be the last language change.)

Barton: Note to self, no more tongue talk. (Portuguese, he thought. Or not.)

Romanoff: Are you even paying attention? Transport truck coming in from the east. (Hindi. Curse them, that was going to take forever to look up.)

Barton: I saw it before you so rudely violated my personal space with your weapon. (Finally, one Howard was fluent in, Arabic.)

Romanoff: I could violate your personal space with my deadliest weapon, but I am afraid you would enjoy it too much. (Surely they had to be confused by now. Howard's mind was spinning. Italian?)

Barton: Such promises. (This was clearly Russian, but Agent Howard wondered how such a gruff language could be made to sound so…indecent.)

Romanoff: Target exiting south building, prepare for extraction. (Polish. This was ridiculous. They were wasting his precious time.)

Barton: Since we have so little time left, let's go for broke. The scribes will love this one! *static sounds* On my count. Guards neutralized in five, four, three, two, one. *sounds of weapons firing* Guards down. Nat, all clear, move in. (What was he saying? Howard found himself completely stumped.)

Romanoff: Target acquired, restrained and ready for extraction. Are we done playing with the little paper pushers? (…)

Barton: Never done. Gotta keep them on their feet, but we will wait 'til next mission to continue their torment. (Howard played that last bit of audio over and over. He scoured his knowledge of languages and could not place it! Finally, after hours of listening, putting him incredibly behind schedule in his important work, he figured it out! PIGLATIN! They had been speaking in PIGLATIN! It was just too much!)

*audio recording ends*

That's it, Howard thought, he wouldn't take it anymore! These agents needed to be put in their place, and he would be the one to do it. First thing tomorrow, he was going to tell Director Fury what they were doing. It just wasn't fair!

A/N: This will be a bit longer than my usual note. Several reviewers have mentioned having more romance in the drabbles, and I wanted to clear that up. All of these drabbles are set during pre-movie times, and in my fictional avengers world, I am keeping them platonic and completely blind to their mutual feelings for each other prior to Loki's possession of Clint. Therefore, I will have heavy hints of flirtation, and the occasional slip of underlying emotion. However, once I finish my post-movie story, I will start posting as many romantic silly drabbles as you would like to see. I hope I haven't lost any readers in this decision. Again, thank you so much for the reviews/favs/alerts. They mean the world to me!

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