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Why he was still entertaining himself with following the archer around, Loki had no idea. Perhaps he was just bored out of his skull, perhaps it was just for his own sick amusement-- who knew? 

The demigod currently found himself sitting in a small cafe, cup of tea held between his chilled hands. It was snowing softly, but it did not seem to bother him in the slightest, perks of being a Frost Giant...if there even were perks. 

Setting the cup down, he adjusted the scarf around his neck, a smirk tilting at his lips as he watched the mortals pass. Such foolish things, it was interesting how none of them recognized him from his attack on New York. So simple minded, they had more than likely forgotten him already. 

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Kat was feeling confused. It was a rare feeling, one that barely showed up and yet was occurring to her as she gaped at the man who sat opposite to her.

It wasn't like she wasn't used to running errands for Director Fury, sent scrambling down into the lobby of SHIELD and having to deal with stuffy high nosed supposed superiors for an afternoon while he was doing whatever he did. Wasn't like she didn't see these kinds of people every day, heck, she sees him everyday, but she was still at a loss for words when she remembered why he was there.

Why Clint Barton, one of SHIELD's greatest agents and Avenger was going to be on a mission with her. She did know, but her mind was having trouble believing. In an attempt to remind herself not to gawk, the PA flipped through the file once again. Relaying the mission in her head, she leaned back in her seat as she waited for him to enter the room.

It seemed simple enough: The codes for SHIELD's intel and every identity of every agent on SHIELD's database needed to be transported to another facility, and seeing that Kat could have that data stored in her head, she was in charge of taking it to the other facility. But Fury didn't seem to like that she might be traveling alone. So he assigned Clint Barton to escort her. 

She didn't have to impress him. It was just a simple relocation of top secret codes.

Sookie knew she should call someone else, anyone else, even Eric for the job. No, not Eric, she crossed him off of her list as she glanced down at the paper and then her cell phone. She needed someone right now and it would only be a few hours. Just a few hours and she wouldn't be in work for another six if he could make it in those six hours to her place. He might not be able to do it or want to do it, but Sookie was desperate. Slowly, she punched in the number. wondering if maybe this had been a fake number written down.