Skype shenanigans in OOC chat:
[7:26:37 PM] Natasha Romanoff: CLINT
[7:26:48 PM] Natasha Romanoff: FILL COULSON'S OFFICE WITH PEANUT BUTTER, BIRDSEED, AND BIRDS
[7:26:49 PM] Clint Barton: NATASHA HI
[7:26:50 PM] Clint Barton: omfg
[7:26:57 PM] Natasha Romanoff: HE ASKED FOR IT
[7:26:59 PM] Clint Barton: DID HE
[7:27:15 PM] Clint Barton: BECAUSE I CAN DELIVER.
[7:27:15 PM] Natasha Romanoff: TRYIN' TO REPLACE THE OLD TEAM WITH THESE WANNABES
[7:27:26 PM] Clint Barton: YEAH YOU KNOW WHAT, NAT
[7:27:28 PM] Clint Barton: I THINK I WILL
[7:28:27 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: You're both fired.
[7:29:02 PM] Natasha Romanoff: WE'RE CONTRACTORS NOW, YOU'RE NOT EVEN TECHNICALLY OUR BOSS ANYMORE
[7:29:29 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: Exactly.
[7:29:32 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: You left me.
[7:29:37 PM] Natasha Romanoff: YOU DIED
[7:29:42 PM] Natasha Romanoff: /YOU/ LEFT /US/
[7:30:12 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: I didn't. I was in a coma. Can't exactly call you with a "Hey, sorry about the whole...dead thing."
[7:30:28 PM] Natasha Romanoff: Well you should work on that.
[7:31:23 PM] Clint Barton: YOU DIED HARDCORE, PHIL
[7:31:28 PM] Clint Barton: IF I CRIED OVER IT, YOU TECHNICALLY DIED.
[7:31:41 PM] Natasha Romanoff: ^TRUTH
[7:31:46 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: If we're talking technical, I was dead on the table for seven minutes.
[7:31:58 PM] Clint Barton: See? Dead. Really dead. I cried, you were dead.
[7:32:17 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: I spent seven minutes in heaven. And I'm not talking about the numerous attempts from Natasha to lock me in the closet with Captain Rogers.
[7:33:47 PM] Clint Barton: ... thanks.
[7:34:11 PM] Agent Phil Coulson: You're very welcome.
