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Phil can't say, offhand, when he last took vacation days. Even Nick takes vacation days. He took two in 2009 alone. But Phil's accumulated vacation hours have gotten to the point where Nick has been threatening to relocate him to Tahiti and fire him there.
Nothing happens in Tahiti.
It's possible that Tahiti would have been the step too far that made Phil tender his resignation to SHIELD, and Phil is what his dad called a lifer. Once he's with a company, it's till death do they part.
So Phil has no excuse for all of this, and it's starting to worry him how easy it is to walk to the neat little kitchen in his neat little Gotham walk up in a neat little neighborhood near The Hill. There's nothing neat or little about the sandwich he makes there, but existential crises are hungry work.
He should probably drop Nick an email. Check in. Let him know the mission's running long.
Phil balances his plated sandwich on one hand while he straightens the painting of an overly dramatic possum hanging on his wall. (It called to him at a farmer's market in Otisburg, and he loves it without a scrap of irony.)
Maybe he can talk Nick into making this his permanent post now that Barton and Romanov are with the Avengers. Phil's earned a change of pace.
Gotham is certainly that.
He's never felt more like a tourist than he did while capturing a skirmish between Condiment Man and Mr. Freeze outside City Hall and posting it online. It's his most popular Vine so far.
He should really consider being more active if it goes viral, because that would be hilarious to cite on his transfer request to Nick.
Transfer location: Gotham City, New Jersey
Reason: For the Vine
He only wishes he could be there to see Nick's face when he reads it.