I'm not a sidekick.

I’m surprised you came. I hear you’re pretty busy these days, wearing those big girl pants.

You know I'm never too busy for you. Besides, big girl pants are easy. I needed to make some adjustments, but -- [ Shrugs ] I'm learning how to delegate. 

That’s your call. Senator’s wives find me very charming. Actual senators…But I suppose I could stand in the corner with an earpiece for one night.

Well, I can always use more boots on the ground, things've been known to get exciting, on very rare occasions. And -- you know, it's a poor use of payroll to keep agents waiting around too long. [ She shrugs, crossing her arms as she does. ] But ah -- maybe refrain from charming anyone's wife, they'd probably get defensive about it once they stop drinking and asking how old I am. 

           [Shakes head.]  You’re eight kinds of awful.  I’m just—making sure I’m still my best.  If I’m not… well, I’m not. [Does one more before collapsing on her back.]  … I’m not angry.

          I was going for nine, actually. [ Raising an eyebrow, she tilts her head at the older woman and sighs. ] They're a little angry, Sharon. Not in a bad way, I'm just -- saying. You're at your best. You're at everyone's best, actually, by the looks of it. 

Ain’t exhausting, just bored. [he slides off of a bench and towels off his face] Hill’s got me on call, but no assignments.

Yeah, I know the feeling. [ She offers him a flat smirk and shrugs. ] I'm supposed to go schmooze with some senators for money this weekend, you can take a crack at that, if you'd like. 

I’m flattered, but the truth is, you’re too short to see over the free weights rack. Didn’t know you were there.

--I'm not that short--[ She is, she just hates to admit it. And when she sizes up the free weights rack, it's obvious. ] ....Well. You're exhausting. Keep up the good work. 

          Oh please, Johnson—I don’t want to hear lip from you. [Sharon rolls her eyes and huffs as she continues her push-ups.] Don’t you have something better to do? Some stack of paper—with your name on it?

       Better than watching you do the angriest looking push-ups I've ever seen? No. Absolutely not. I could watch this all day -- don't work out all day, I'd have to call someone. 

                                                                          You’ll get used to it, if you’re not already. 

                            [ If that was even the right description for it.                             Maybe she was going a little too hard. Maybe                             she needed to chill out. She could chill out. She                             was a chill person, generally, she prided herself                             on that. Sort of. Mostly. In a general sense. ] 

Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier #3 (advanced preview)

This is one of those things that means nothing in the long run but i’m gunna keep it close anyways because Daisy being canon bi would be pretty damn gr8.

I appreciate it. I hope you don't mind being paid in $1's, I'm the worst at keeping cash on my person, I only have it when I play pool...

                                     [She sighs and perches herself on the corner                                      of Daisy’s desk.] Anyway, what are you working                                      on? I hear you’ve been really digging into lower                                      level agents about coffee and paperwork. People                                      are starting to fear you around here… And                                      considering that’s supposed to be my reputation,                                      I’m not sure I appreciate you stealing it.

                                    There's a give and take to this situation.                                            I can't just...wait forever for them to respect me.

[ And technically, she wasn't 21 just yet. But that didn't need to be mentioned. ] --My poison is anything that'll go down smooth. Vodka's fine though. 

              I was going to ask you if you’ve seen Hill, but now I kind of want to ask if you need more Kleenex.  But I could give you a hand with the paperwork, if you want.

                 You don't need to help with my paperwork, it's fine. I'm sure you've got plenty to do on your own -- Haven't seen Hill in a few hours though, so she's probably not where I left her. 

        Some of our agents have grown overly fond of the Avengers;                        some who’d rather be there than here. That’s not a problem                                      to me, but I don’t trust it. I trust loyalty always.

                          ....Overly fond though. What d'you mean, overly fond?                           Have you tried telling them that if they'd rather be there,                           they're more than welcome to pick their ass up and leave?

                            So anyway, since Carter’s back I want to put her on something light—but not-so-light. I’m thinking of putting her in the liaison position between us and them. It’s light duty on the SHIELD end, but at any given moment shit could hit the fan. And I know she’d be able to handle it. 

[ Clearing her throat, she nodded before shrugging again. ] Carter's solid. More solid than anyone I'd pick, anyway. It's not like she's not prepared for it. Might as well put our strongest foot forward. She'll be good. She'll...get along with them, at least. That's important. I think.