SHIELD's little munchkin

“Ah, no, I’m afraid I do not, but I can certainly help you find her,” Else replied with a grin. She took a few short steps to where her David Bowie t-shirt lay on the ground, pulling it over her sports bra so that she was a bit more presentable. “Are those for her?” she questioned, nodding at the files in Agent Murphy’s hands as the pair began to walk toward the main building. She quickly gave him a smile. “If it’s classified, please, feel free not to share. I don’t want to get anyone into trouble.”

"Thank you, agent." He replied, returning the grin as he waited for her, he had been looking around everywhere for Agent Morse so he was glad somenone would help, four eyes were better than two after all. "Oh, don't worry, you won't be hearing any classified information from me." He answered, "Though there seem to be lot's of new agents who have been sharing classified information, they're mostly new."

Lee was bored, there weren’t a ton of medical staff, so sometimes they had to take turns doing reception work and after about six hours, Lee was about to staple his own forehead just for the excitement of trying to get it out.  Thankfully Agent Murphy came in and Lee was saved from having to resort to drastic measures. 

Surprisingly enough he didn't get the name wrong, names were something Agent Murphy had never been good with.

“I have been well, thank you,” she replied, twiddling her ear-buds in her hands as she spoke. “I have been neglecting my exercise, but that’s not new.” She laughed. “And you, Agent?”

"That's good to hear." He replied with a nod, looking over the files for a moment before turning his attention back to the younger agent. "That's something I'm pretty good at myself too." He laughed, "I've been good. Managing to stay out of trouble with Coulson." He shook his head, "I'm actually looking for Agent Morse, have you seen her?"

agentmurphy started following you

Agent Murphy was walking by the track, he was supposed to give a file to agent Morse immediately and was told that he could find her there, he looked around for a moment before his attention was grabbed by another agent, "Ah, agent Zelle!" He greeted, grinning back. "Hello, how have you been?"

“Reason number three why I always try to avoid Coulson when he’s on the clock. He’s a bit taser-happy.” She laughed softly, giving a small shrug. “Everyone’s just ‘Agent’ these days, huh? I’m delighted you remembered my name, then. Although, at risk of sounding egotistical, I’m not sure I’m a name you’ll exactly be forgetting.”

"He's always taser happy." He grimaced, he had never actually gotten tasered by Coulson, but he always was in the risk of almost getting tasered, "Yes, unless I actually remember they're names. Which rarely happens." He explained, "It would be hard to forget Stark's dauhter's name."

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“That… is wonderful advice. Last time I got involved with Clint’s mishaps, I was banned from the building for two months…” She grumbled a moment with a frown. “Agent Murphy, right? Sorry, it’s so hard to keep track of everyone. There are so many of you agents running around, I’ve only been able to remember the names of the Avengers handlers and some of the lab techs…”

"Last time I got involved in one of Clint's mishaps I ended up almost getting tasered by Coulson." He chuckled lightly, "Yes, that's me. I understand, I've worked here for years and I still don't know the names of most of my co-workers. That's why I never call anyone by their names anymore."

Hmm… Pour me a glass, let’s start drinking, shall we?

"Sure." She said, taking out a glass from her purse and pouring vodka into it, "Here you go."

huh? There’s gotta be a catch or something.

Nope, no catch. Just boredom. And vodka.

Kathryn, lovely pleasure of meeting you on a rooftop in New York. Do you need anything, or…?

No, I just wanted to see if you'd actually show up. I brought vodka. A rooftop plus vodka seems like a lovely match, doesn't it?

“Oh, no. I’m sorry to intrude, I was trying to find Clin—Agent Barton, but he likes to disappear into the wind. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything, sir.”

"It's okay, you're not intruding. I got all my paperwork out of the way, so-... I was just sort off sitting here pretending to do something. Last I saw Barton he was plotting a prank on Fury. So, I don't think it's a good idea to be around any of them right now."

Wuss.

I can't say I missed the attitude.

What is it?

I don't know, he told me to not open it. And I've learned to not question what Coulson says.