agentsterling:
soldatactivul:
He wrinkled his nose, “You gonna call me a pussy if I ask for lots of cream and sugar?” He’d decided he liked sweet things, especially after so long of not having anything. But apparently, sweet things were a teasable offence at the Tower. But he sat in the indicated chair, reminding himself to relax, he was okay.
If Sterling ever called a trained assassin a pussy check his head. He’d have to have taken many blows to it.
Unless it was Barton.
What a pussy.
“I’ll see your cream and sugar and raise you…” Sterling opened his top desk drawer to pull out a sleeve of cookies. “Chewy chips ahoy. Dip it in the coffee. I promise it will change your life.”
His eyes went wide, “Oh my heavens, yes please.” He made grabby hands at the cookies. He might actually enjoy this meeting. He might actually come back. for the cookies, of course.
“How do you want to do this? Just, have me spit out everything I remember? Or you gonna ask questions?”
