If I can fix it, I will.

Junior Agent Hannah Abigail Pierce: PA to Agent Phil Coulson. Please feel free to ask me anything :) ((OC RP blog)) ((Fancast: Alexis Bledel))

[agenthpierce]

We even?

I love you.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Not dead on your feet you can’t.  Get sleep. That’s an order."

[agenthpierce]

"Fine." she snapped and got out of the car, stumbling a little when her foot caught on a bag strap. She huffed and freed herself, face burning.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"I’ll be working tomorrow, from home," He motioned to the box.  "I don’t want you back in that office for at least thirty-six hours.  You’re dead on your feet.  If I run out of work, I’ll go back and pick more up.  Is that understood."

[agenthpierce]

Hannah's jaw set at a stubborn angle.

"I can do my job, sir."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"No more Sunday, unless you’re called in.  You need at least one regular day to yourself," he said.  "When I’m able to, that’s the day I take.  It makes sense for you to take the same one. Especially as you clearly need it right now."

[agenthpierce]

Hannah sighed.

"Sir, you've been out of commission for a long time. I've been picking up the slack. Frankly, I can't take a day. Especially if you're not going to be there either."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Tomorrow’s Sunday. I don’t expect you to be in, either.  I’ll be in on Monday to put my team together and get the ‘Bus’ sorted out."

[agenthpierce]

"I always go in on Sundays." Hannah said sleepily, a hand on the door handle and a zombie expression in place.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil went back to reordering his mind as he drove out of Manhattan back to Queens, detouring to Hannah’s (once Ernie’s) apartment.

He reached over and gently shook her shoulder.  ”We’re here, Hannah. Do you need help up?”

[agenthpierce]

"Mmph." She blinked awake and took a few seconds to let her brain register what Phil said. "Um, no, I got it. Thanks."

She rubbed her eyes and lifted her things. "I guess you won't be in tomorrow?"

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"And I’ll wake you when we get there," he said gently.  "Put on your belt."  He did the same, turning on the car, and reached into the bag, finding his phone and sending a text to Clint.  [text: I’m out - driving Hannah home, then I’ll be there.]

[agenthpierce]

Hannah did as she was ordered and tucked her things in beside her feet. It took seconds before she was out.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil said nothing until they got to the car, where he asked if she could unlock it so he could put the box into the back seat, then taking the keys.  ”I’ll drive,” He said.

[agenthpierce]

She nodded and sort of fell into the passenger seat, clutching her backpack and sleeping bag like they were soft toys.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Stealing you was one of the best choices I’ve made. Let’s go," he said, hefting the box and leading the way to the parking structure.

[agenthpierce]

Hannah blushed and gathered up her things before trailing after him.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil nodded, adding it to the box and closing it, lifting it in his hands.  ”Get your sleeping bag, we’ll take my car. You still have the keys?” he asked.

[agenthpierce]

She produced them from another drawer in answer.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Good thing this isn’t above my clearance level, then,” he said, filling the box.  

[agenthpierce]

Hannah spent a few moments wondering if this was worth arguing about.

Probably not.

"... the paperwork from the Director's in that file." She pointed. It had many important looking stamps and things in red ink.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"You’ll do it better on some sleep," Phil said.  "I can take some of that and do it from home over the weekend," he said, finding a file box and placing some of the files into it.

[agenthpierce]

"But..." Hannah worried her lip. "I'm supposed to do all the paperwork that's not above my clearance level."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Come on.  I can eat in the car, and I wasn’t good at staying shaved in Iowa.  I’ll drive you home."

[agenthpierce]

"I have work to do." She gestured helplessly at the neat piles of paper towering over her desk.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil frowned slightly.  It really had only been two and a half days?  It seemed far, far longer.  ”Have you been sleeping here?” he asked, concerned.

[agenthpierce]

Hannah flushed and nudged the sleeping bag out of sight with her foot.

"... just a couple of nights. It's no big deal."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil ran his hand over his face, “Stubble doesn’t work with the suit, does it?  What day is it?” he asked, taking the bag.

[agenthpierce]

"Saturday. Just after seven. At night." She smiled a little and was caught off guard by a yawn.

There was a rolled up sleeping bag just visible under her desk.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil simply nodded, waiting.  ”You need a bigger space,” he observed.  ”I’ll be based off site in the near future.  You can use mine.”

[agenthpierce]

She paused.

"I don't want your office." She pulled out a canvas bag and held it out to him. "Here. The things you left at my place, a toothbrush and shaving kit, some trail mix and one of those canned iced coffee things. You can get your share of the paperwork after."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Relief (11/16/13 - 1904 hrs))

Phil all but scrubbed himself raw as he cleaned up in the shower, changing gratefully into the suit that had been left for him before heading up to get the paperwork Fury said he’d left with his PA.

He stood, hands folded in front of himself.  ”Agent Pierce, may I have the paperwork, please?” he asked, not saying the thank you that was clear in his eyes.

[agenthpierce]

Hannah looked up from an intimidating pile of forms and gave him a qick once over.

"They let you out then?"

She scooted her chair over to the filing cabinet squished into the cubicle with her desk and opened a drawer.