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Nick felt a muscle twitch in his eye. They did not. By everything that was right in their world his two nest agents had better not have done what he thought they did.
Of course they had. The they being Agents Barton and Romanov. How the two even ended up. No that was a stupid question. Barton in particular was trouble prone. Romanov would go along for the ride just for kicks.
Nick ran a hand down his face tiredly. He should call Phil and let him deal with the wayward agents. Then again if he did that they were more likely to do something stupid and not ask for help. Some might think it harsh but he's seen what those two can do sober. Drunk he didn't even want to think about.
Standing he swung his coat on and headed for the door. He had better go get his agents before they decided to do something stupid.
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A yawn escaped Clint as he waited. It was early in the morning and they were waiting on Fury to pick them up. It was a blue moon when Clint would drink. Ever rarer that he would drink outside of his quarters on the helicarrier. On the other hand Natasha could talk him into about anything.
Which was how they ended up in this situation. Bar with drunks that got too handsy. Nat threw the first punch and it turned into a full brawl with Clint having her back. Cops got called and it was mulitple witnesses word against theirs. Now they were in the drunk tank.
Clint called Fury. There was no way in hell he would call his handler. Coulson would not be happy to hear that he allowed Nat to get drunk. Even less happy to find out they had started a bar fight.
Calling Fury had been his only option. If he tried anyone else they would simply tell and then he would be in even bigger trouble. Hiding things from Couslon never ended well. Disappointment would cloud his hazel eyes. That emotion always made him feel terrible. Coulson was one of the few people he cared what they thought of him.
When it came to Fury he was more like an uncle who you could count on bailing you out of jail. With a lecture that made you regret your decision. This wasn't the first time Fury had bailed Clint out. It was just the first bar fight he bailed him out of.
Footsteps sounded on the stone floors. Clint recognized them as to belonging to Fury. He was thankful that the cops had not taken away his hearing aids when they were thrown in the drunk tank. It wouldn't be the first time it happened but it left him feeling vulnerable.
Only moments later the tall man stood in front of their cell. He wore his usual trenchoat and eyepatch. As Clint expected Fury was not happy to see them there.
Natasha greeted with an ever so slight slur to her words, "Hello Fury. What are you doing here?"
Fury pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Why is it always you two? Barton what happened?"
Clint said dismissively, "Drinking gone wrong. Nat threw the first punch and I had her back as a good partner should."
Fury sighed, "Any injuries?" Both agents shook their heads, "Get up. I've already paid your bail."
"Right away boss," they intoned too cheerfully.
Grumpily the officer allowed them out and led them out of the jail. Fury stood slightly behind Nat and just in front of Clint. He could see the tension in his boss's shoulders.
At the front they got their items back including the three knives that Clint brought with him. Fury raised an eyebrow but chose not to comment. Knives were put in his jacket along with his badge and keys.
Natasha then led the way outside where they found a quinjet waiting. The first thing he noticed was that there was no Hill waiting for him.
Cheekily he asked, "What was Hill busy? You don't usually fly yourself places."
"You do realize it's 2:30 in the morning, Barton?"
Natasha quipped, "Oh did we wake you. Did you have a friend over?"
Fury's eye twitched with his annoyance as he snapped, "Get in the quinjet! Both of you now."
The two shared a smile before doing as they were told.