They Say What They Say

"Stand over there," Coulson says, pointing toward the wall.

Clint frowns at him. "What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Not until you tell me why."

"Do you always have to argue?"

"I'm not arguing, I just want to know why."

Coulson sighs that put-upon sigh of his. The one he reserves especially for Clint.

"Just do as you're told, Barton. For once in your life."

Clint narrows his eyes at him, but he finally does as he's asked. God knows why. They both know that only Coulson can get away with bossing him around like that and he's still yet to fathom why he invariably obeys. He's still squinting a little when Coulson whips his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo.

"Jeez, boss, if I'd known I was going to have me picture took I'd have dressed up a little."

Clint steps away from the wall and tries to take a look at it, but as always Coulson is way too fast for him. The phone is safely stowed away inside his jacket pocket and he’s striding down the hall toward the conference room before Clint can even grab a glimpse of it.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" Clint asks, trotting a little to keep up.

Coulson doesn't even break stride. "No."