Alexis snorted. "They get muddled up faster with more people," she commented, walking over to the car that they were taking to the nearest air strip. "Harder to screw up and miscommunicate as much with just two people."

"You'd be surprised," Clint replied as he got into the car. "You should have seen some of the Strike Team Delta fuckups."

"I don't think I want to." Alexis grinned and started driving. "And now I feel the distinct need for a bath. Guess I got used to paperwork."

Clint snorted.

"I don't see how any of you paper pushers can get used to that," he said, grinning. "Field work is just too much fun to settle out of."

"I didn't have much of a choice," Alexis pointed out wryly. "It was more like, 'Here, start practicing paperwork, oh we need you to take over for Coulson'." She snorted.

Clint snorted.

"Even Coulson's more of a field agent than that," he pointed out. "Hell, he's supervising some baby agents, right? Got their own jet and everything."

"Yeah. And he doesn't have to deal with your paperwork anymore." Alexis grinned at him briefly. "Besides, I get to do some field agent things sometimes when I'm not busy babysitting."

Clint snorted.

"You're assigned to us, you're always babysitting," he pointed out. He grinned.

"Exactly," Alexis deadpanned. She parked the car and looked at the quinjet waiting to take them back. "Please let there be a good pilot tonight."

"If there's not, I can do it," Clint offered. "It's just a quinjet, it's not like a mobile command center or anything."

"Just don't knock anyone out, the form for that is more extensive than just taking over for the pilot." Alexis yawned briefly.

Clint snickered.

"You have no faith in me," he said. "I wouldn't have to knock the guy out."

"You have before or else that form would not exist," Alexis pointed out, making her way onto the quinjet.

"Extenuating circumstances," Clint said, waving a hand and following her.

"Right." Alexis tossed her duffel bag onto a seat and stretched a bit, grimacing at the ache that settled into her shoulder.

"Twelve hours until we get back, approximately. Wonder how long I'll get before I get a call from Tony demanding I take over for the temp handler?"

"I'm surprised you haven't been spammed with messages already," Clint said, settling in as well. He chose a spot close to the cockpit, just in case he had to take over.

"He knows better than to message me when I'm actually on assignment," Alexis said, closing her eyes and settling in. "When I'm on vacation I'm fair game, but when I'm working he knows he'll just piss me off if he tries that."

"You don't actually bring your phone with you when you're out," Clint pointed out. "You leave it with your things. We all know that. So I'm still surprised he didn't spam you."

"I might have threatened him if he did spam me for something not an emergency when I'm on assignment." Alexis smirked in a very satisfied way.

Clint snickered.

"Oh that must have been good," he said.

"It was quite satisfying." Alexis smiled lazily. "Especially since I still want to shoot him about every other day. I don't know how Coulson resisted the temptation."

"A lot of coffee and range time," Clint replied, grinning. "And bi-weekly lunches with Potts."

"Makes sense." Alexis shook her head. "Pepper Potts deserves an award, I swear, that woman has to be a saint or something."

"Seriously," Clint replied. "Though I think Tony bribes her once a month with shoes."

"Probably," Alexis agreed with a little grin. "Not like he can't do that, freaking billionaire."