He clasps her hand, looking by all accounts as wary as they come, but keeps the gesture friendly.
She hits him with another volley of information he's not 100% sure how to process. As soon as she forms the 'S' in 'S.H.I.E.L.D.', he's prickling with familiar annoyance. It may be his organization, but they keep way too many secrets for this to be coincidence. He'd ask her if she was keeping tabs on him, but seconds later she defuses him entirely with another familiar word. Coulson.
The line between his brows deepens, and he lets his hand slip heavily from her grasp. "I take it this isn't one of your astrophysicist's projects, then? How do two SHIELD employees end up on a space ship in the 24th century?"
Beat.
"Oh. Uh," he smiles crookedly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been meaning to get around to it. Really, I have it written down in a book."
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She hits him with another volley of information he's not 100% sure how to process. As soon as she forms the 'S' in 'S.H.I.E.L.D.', he's prickling with familiar annoyance. It may be his organization, but they keep way too many secrets for this to be coincidence. He'd ask her if she was keeping tabs on him, but seconds later she defuses him entirely with another familiar word. Coulson.
The line between his brows deepens, and he lets his hand slip heavily from her grasp. "I take it this isn't one of your astrophysicist's projects, then? How do two SHIELD employees end up on a space ship in the 24th century?"
Beat.
"Oh. Uh," he smiles crookedly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been meaning to get around to it. Really, I have it written down in a book."