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[And if there's extra chocolate on her desk, surely Clint had nothing to do with it. Nope. Not him.

.. sure the delivery system of an arrow is probably a giveaway but still. A guy has to try.]

"It is nice to see I am not only one working late," Illya said as he paused in her doorway.

[As long as it wasn't delivered by Wade Wilson wearing cupid wings, she'll take it.]

[You wound him, Hill.

Seriously. There's not enough brain bleach to banish the thought of Wilson in wings with a bow and arrow and damn little else.]

Hill rubbed her face with both hands. "Occupational hazard."

[Regardless of the delivery method, it's nice (weird, but nice) to have someone actually give a crap about her. A small smile plays at her lips as she sends him a text.]

Candygram received. Thanks.

"Da. It is," Illya was fairly new, but has gotten into the routine of working late himself. He had been on loan to SHIELD from UNCLE for the last few months. "I was thinking of going to commissary to get something to drink other than stale coffee. Would you care to join me, commander?"

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Seeing that Kuryakin was a loaner, and most of the building was devoid of other agents on a Sunday evening, Hill decided to join him. If only to keep him from trying to access areas he shouldn't. Romanoff may have vouched for him, but Hill didn't trust that easily.

"Coffee? You said the magic word."

[Woo hoo! Success! And he might be guilty of a fist pump while running on the treadmill. Grinning he slows his pace to reply.]

Awesome. I'm guessing by the lack of air strike I chose well?

Illya would not be accessing areas of the building he shouldn't. Not unless he was given reason to doubt SHIELD's veracity. For now he was only here to help with a few special projects which unfortunately included paperwork and a great deal of coding. "Very good. It helps to stretch the legs once in awhile."

Aerial ambush assaults are *your* specialty. And, yes, chocolate is always a good choice.

[Flirting should not be this easy for her. It should be awkward and bizarre, but it's not. It feels almost normal for her, for them.]

"That's what the gym is for."

Hill made sure her office door locked behind her. The last thing she needed or wanted was for some highly sensitive Level 9 intel seeing the light of day without her authorization.

"Of course, but sitting or standing at desk and staring at computer screen for hours is not good for human body." Especially for someone as tall as Illya. He waited for her to lock her door. She had a reputation for being by the book which was a quality he could respect.

[Holidays are an odd thing. Now that SHIELD had fallen (relatively) he had a civilian job working for a madman, a respectable office, an R&D department to harangue and new agents to train. So he could afford to do things like look at the calendar and leave a gift at just the right time.

Things were easy with Maria. Never strained or awkward and he liked simply being around her.]

Good for me. So how about dinner tonight? Restaurants are booked out the ass so I can cook?

"Remind me to put in a req order for a standing desk." Not that she actually expected him to do anything of the kind.

Yes, Kuryakin was tall. Annoyingly so. Hill was used to being the tall one in the room. At 5'8" she often augmented her height with sturdy-heeled boots in order to up her intimidation factor. Needless to say, literally looking up to someone didn't happen often.

[Had Barton actually admitted he liked being around her, Hill would've ordered him undergo a psych eval. But the truth was, she liked being around him too. Barton helped her to not take life too seriously.]

O_o you cook? That I'll have to see to believe.

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He probably would send her an email to remind her to requisition a standing desk. Just because that was the sort of person he was.

"I hope you do not mind my saying that I noticed that you have military bearing. Were you in branch of military service before you joined SHIELD?" Which was his awkward attempt at small talk.

The UNCLE Agent would be annoyingly difficult to intimidate even if he were a foot shorter. Before he had joined the multinational agency, he had been an FSB agent and they had recruited him from a Spetsnaz Sniper Unit. He would understand her lack of trust. He would expect it. Kuryakin was an unknown quantity invading her space.

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[An eval he cheerfully would have skipped, for the record. They were good together, relaxed. It felt nice in the face of everything else going sideways.]

Not. Funny.
My place, say 7?

[And Hill could use a nice, relaxing evening before the inevitable Monday morning firestorm.]

Sounds good. I'll bring the beer.

"I was in the Marines," Hill answered with a tone of cool pride. "Military Intelligence. That's how I ended up on SHIELD's radar."

She didn't bother to see if he was following her to the elevator or not. It had been his idea to head down to the chow hall, and Hill generally didn't follow anyone anywhere.

"Very impressive," Illya said following a step or two behind as they entered the elevator. A woman in the US Marines, would have to work twice as hard to gain the respect of such men. It explained much about Hill's attitude. She had every right to be proud. "I was recruited by FSB from the army Spetsnaz sniper unit and eventually from FSB to UNCLE."

"I'm aware," Hill replied with an assessing, if not approving, look. "Romanoff briefed me on your training and skill sets."

The elevator was surprisingly devoid of buttons. Instead, she simply gave a voice command for the ground floor. The user interface acknowledged the command with a chirp.

"Ah. I should have known. She is very... efficient. And formidable sparring partner," he absently rubbed his left shoulder, a little smile gracing his lips. Illya still had bruises. UNCLE's New York headquarters had a similar design, so he was not too surprised by the buttonless elevators or doors that opened as you approached. "Perhaps I should give up my attempt to make small talk," he said awkwardly.

See you then. ;)

[Clint's apartment is spacious, bigger than any place he'd ever owned but when Stark went all out, he went all out. There's a great view of the city, a balcony that makes a perfect perch and a giant kitchen which he is currently occupying.

He really, really doesn't want to screw this up.]