Philinda share some hot cocoa
Melinda was sitting in the window watching their target. She was bored, and annoyed. She was a shit sniper but Daisy was busy and the team had never actually properly filled that slot. When the mission was done she was filing a metric ton of paperwork to get them a decent sniper again. Hell, maybe Clint was bored being an Avenger and they could steal him back.
She looked through the scope again and the guy was still watching Christmas themed porn. “Oh my god just finish jerking it already,” she said to herself.
“We heard that,” Mack said from the van.
“I don’t care,” Melinda replied. “He is watching a porn parody of a Christmas Carol. The three ghosts are apparently going to fuck some Christmas spirit into a Scrooge with very ample fake breasts. Let me kill this guy.”
“Negative,” Mack said. “But we are sending someone up to take a shift for you while we wait for final orders.”
“Understood,” Melinda said.
There was a knock on the door and she checked the cameras. She went over and opened the door before getting back in position. “Hey,” Phil said. He put the cups he was holding down and took off his coat.
“You are a lousy sniper,” she said.
“I am, but even I can’t miss at this distance.” Phil sat beside her and handed her a paper cup. “Cocoa, extra hot, no marshmallows.”
“Thanks,” she said. They both watched through the window for a bit.
“Huh, the ghost of Christmas present is very flexible,” Phil commented. “And who watches PornHub on their tv?”
“Apparently our mark,” Melinda said.
They drank the cocoa and watched a smuggler of alien artifacts watch porn.
“How are they -” Phil tilted his head a bit. “That cannot be comfortable.”
“Phil, it’s porn, it isn’t supposed to be comfortable it is supposed to show the maximum thrust.” Melinda finished her cocoa. “I’m off for a nap. 2 hours,” she said checking her watch.
“Sure,” Phil agreed. “Hey Melinda?”
“When this is done want to get cocoa and watch a non porn version of Christmas Carol?”
“I like the Patrick Stewart version,” Melinda said after a minute.
“Okay then,” Phil agreed and smiled at her. “It’s a date.”
“It’s a date.” Melinda went over to the couch and shut her eyes.
The last thing she heard before she fell asleep was ‘huh, guess Tiny Tim not so tiny here.”
