One bed. One bed. Had this been a mistake on the part of the Hotel or was Nick Fury trying to get the two back together? Not that Claire was about to admit that things hadn’t exactly worked out with Malikai. That would just be the last nail in her coffin. Of course, to say it hadn’t worked out wasn’t an accurate descriptor. They hadn’t even really had a chance to try, since shortly after Claire left Nate Malikai dropped off the face of the planet. Claire had used every resource she could access at SHIELD and still had found no trace of him. She didn’t know if he was dead or alive and avoiding her. She wasn’t sure which option hurt less.
"All good here," Claire answered him, “Program is running smoothly, all the equipment seems to be functioning properly." She looked over to Nate and then back into the bedroom.
"You can have the bed." I know you’d like it better, you sprawl out like a fat cat when you sleep and I almost always sleep curled up in a ball.
Nate wasn’t sure why there was only one bed and frankly he didn’t want to try and wrap his brain around Fury’s motives. It wasn’t his place to know anyway. Nate also didn’t want to ask how things had ended up with that asshat. He didn’t want to pry open that old wound considering it wasn’t fully closed. He gave a small grunt of approval to her response to the question before regarding her with a raised eyebrow. “I already offered to take the couch, no need to destroy my one attempt per century at chivalry.” He remarked with a very small smirk of amusement.
"Thanks," Claire said and started pulling electronic equipment out of their bags. By the time Nate got back, there was a whole system set in place that was barely visible which they could monitor via their smartphones. She looked up from messing with the interface at Nate when he came in.
"How are things looking out there?" Her body language read calm, but alert and ready to strike should something unexpected happen. It was very typical body language to read, especially when she was out on a mission. She was trying not to act out of the normal, telling herself it was just like it used to be, before they were a couple. But of course that wasn’t true. Now she didn’t know how he would act or react, and she was more afraid of this unknown than ever she’d been before. She was afraid there was going to be another blow up like they’d had on the plane. Nate knew how to push her buttons and it was always worse when he did it.
She wanted it to work. She wanted to be partners with him again, but she knew that the end of their relationship would hang heavy over their heads. She wished she would’ve never acted on her feelings, never fallen into that trap because there truly was no one she trusted more to be at her back.
Nate walked back into the hotel room, green eyes roving over the interface briefly, he didn’t stop to check to make sure it was okay or if she had changed everything. He knew her. He knew that she wouldn’t change their system. He knew that she would at the very least try to keep the familiar stuff the same to keep things from being as awkward as possible between the two of them and for that he was grateful. “Everything looks good, we’re all set.” He remarked gruffly.
Nate grabbed his bag of clothes and walked into the back bedroom. A small string of profanities in Russian escaped the man before he wandered back out into the front part of the room and dropped his bag on the couch. “Only one bed, I’ll sleep out here.” He said before going over to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “How we lookin’ from up here?” He asked.
Claire found herself smiling at Nate’s question, “I’ve calculated 16 possible escape routes. Unfortunately, this building is also incredibly insecure. I thought,” She stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to piss Nate off by ordering him around. They were equals, and things were tense enough between them without her pulling power shit. “Uhm, if you think it’s a good idea, that you could do some recon. See who you can see, the usual business.”
God this was going to be the worst mission ever. She’d been so excited to be going out into the field again. She should’ve known that it wouldn’t be good. Nothing ever really was, with her luck.
"Or if you’d prefer to set up in-house security. I mean, whatever you think is best."
Nate had found himself slipping into the old skin, the one he was comfortable with, working with her and knowing what she was thinking before she even thought it. He was jerked out of his zone when she stopped like she didn’t want to offend him and it was then that he remembered that he should be offended by being here, that he wanted to be offended, but looking at her there he couldn’t remember why. “Yeah I can do recon, you can set up security.” He wanted to make some small joke about how she was better at that anyway, about how he was better at getting people to talk to him, but now wasn’t the time for jokes. Not when they were still testing the waters to see how this revisited partnership was going to work.
i’ve gotten some replies done, but I need to do my philosophy paper or my roommate will injure me
Anonymous asked:Old Russian Boy, how do you feel about your nation get astroid'd?
Yeah. That’s not my nation anymore. I left a long time ago.
“Hello, Agent Romanoff. How are things?”
"Madam boss lady Coulson." Nate greeted with a mock salute. "Things are things, what’s up with you boss?"