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The breath rushes out of her in a whoosh. It doesn’t help the way her stomach is turning over, especially now, and she’s so closed up and tense there’s no way she could have known without him saying.

” … Toni, for fuck’s sake.” Summer leans her forehead on his shoulder.

“I take it you can’t take jokes all too well anymore?” he chuckles, trailing a careful hand through her hair, before pulling back slightly to look her over. “You know, I get the feeling that you don’t trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you to be entirely yourself, Toni.” Summer shakes her head, slightly. “It’s me I don’t trust. You’re /you/, darling, and — oh, how do I even explain this?” She looks at him, and presses her lips together. “That particular joke — it’s not a joke to me, it’s — I’m not gorgeous, Toni, I’m short and skinny and sharp-tongued, and to be quite honest I’m over thirty years old and no one has ever asked me out on a date before.”

“My first relationship was with an abusive prick,” he shrugs, scratching his nose when he felt a swell of quick panic. “I babble too much, I talk too loud, I like to flail my arms a lot and I’m from 1994. Believe me, you’re going to work harder at trying to drive me away.”

“I didn’t know that,” she says softly. “Okay. Okay. I’m here, and obviously I’m dressed okay, and we’re both nervous.” She chuckles briefly. “Let’s just pretend I didn’t say any of those stupid things, and you tell me where you’re taking me.”

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College: Our characters meet while attending university and end up sharing a dorm room. Awkwardness ensues after a drunk one night stand after a night of partying 

Summer rolled over — tried to roll over. There was something in the way, something warm that gave a little under her touch. She blinked her eyes open, one hand rubbing sleep nits out of green eyes, to find herself tucked up against the firm, muscled shoulder of a sleeping blond.

A very handsome blond.

A /very/ familiar blond.

“Aw, shite,” she muttered. Not only was Arthur lying on her red hair, making it impossible for her to get up, or even move very far — from the looks of things, and her admittedly slightly hazy memories, they’d slept together.

After agreeing not to at the beginning of the school year. A month ago.

She flopped over as far as she could go and groaned. At least she didn’t have a hangover, but sleeping with Arthur, after agreeing not to, was just as bad. Well, almost as bad.

Well — from what she remembered, not really bad at all. She wasn’t sure if she was glad or upset that drinking didn’t impair her memory.

“Arthur. Wake up.”

Never let it be said that Arthur Penn cannot hold his alcohol. While he was nowhere near as skilled as Gwaine in that department, he was far better than Merlin. One slurp of a light beer and the idiot became more giggly than a schoolgirl.

However, even Arthur has his limits.

He groaned, frowning slightly when it felt as though he was not in his own bed. Well, there was warmth, and at that moment, that was all that mattered. He had always been good at talking himself out of situation such as these— Hell, last time he managed to convince the blokes to take him out for pancakes.

The voice changed all that.

His eyes cracked open, finding her almost immediately. “This… isn’t happening. This… ugh. Don’t suppose you have a bucket handy?”

“Trash can’s empty. Same place it always is, end of the bed.” Summer didn’t look at him. This was going to be even worse than she feared. Not only had they apparently slept together, but either he didn’t remember at all or he was really unhappy about it.

/And/ he had a hangover.

She put one arm over her eyes, keeping any and all extra senses locked up tight. The last thing she needed right now was to know something she shouldn’t know, and blurt it out. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

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Summer tapped at Agent Coulson’s door, slouching slightly against the frame.

“Mr Coulson?” she called. “Man, this is gonna suck if he’s not even here. Seriously, doesn’t anyone keep up with what’s going on around here?”

In all fairness, he’s off-duty and has been off-duty for the past two hours. But he’s also been hiding out in his office, attempting to finish this report about one of his newer Agents and their latest foul-up without anyone really knowing he was still at work.  So when the knock came, he sighed, signing one more line before pinching the bridge of his nose and calling out, “enter.”

She swung around the doorframe, tshirt and jeans and hair ruthlessly yanked back in an unforgiving braid, and eyed the piles on his desk. “Doc says you aren’t to just sit here in between missions, and since I need an unpowered workout partner and you’re supposed to work out … yeah.”

Phil raised an eyebrow at the other Agent. “Given patient-doctor confidentiality, I find it circumspect you’ve been speaking to my doctors and know what orders they have given me for proper recovery.  If they have offered such information up to you freely, then their jobs may not be theirs for much longer.”  He leaned back in his chair. “If you simply need a workout partner, I would recommend asking me properly.”

“Hey, he cornered me, not the other way round. This was by no means my idea first, okay, Mr Coulson.” Summer folded her arms and stood up straighter. Phil Coulson had that effect on people sometimes. “Let’s try this again. Dr. Streiten told me that I was to be your workout partner, that it was a case of serendipity since a) I needed one anyway who didn’t have powers, and b) I could monitor your health while we were at it without needing to hook you up to a lot of machines. He said I was under no circumstances to allow you to wriggle out of it, and neither was I to allow you to overwork yourself.” She gave a meaningful glance to the paperwork. “Do I need to call him? You want formal written orders?”

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“Eight o’clock, you said. Here I am, Toni.”

“Oh, God, well now we can’t go out. You’re too gorgeous to be seen with me.”

She gapes at him for a second. ” … I fucking /knew/ you would have an excuse. I knew this would happen.”

“Wait, what?” Toni questions, brow furrowing a bit. “No, sweetheart, that was a joke.”

The breath rushes out of her in a whoosh. It doesn’t help the way her stomach is turning over, especially now, and she’s so closed up and tense there’s no way she could have known without him saying.

” … Toni, for fuck’s sake.” Summer leans her forehead on his shoulder.

“I take it you can’t take jokes all too well anymore?” he chuckles, trailing a careful hand through her hair, before pulling back slightly to look her over. “You know, I get the feeling that you don’t trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you to be entirely yourself, Toni.” Summer shakes her head, slightly. “It’s me I don’t trust. You’re /you/, darling, and — oh, how do I even explain this?” She looks at him, and presses her lips together. “That particular joke — it’s not a joke to me, it’s — I’m not gorgeous, Toni, I’m short and skinny and sharp-tongued, and to be quite honest I’m over thirty years old and no one has ever asked me out on a date before.”

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Summer tapped at Agent Coulson’s door, slouching slightly against the frame.

“Mr Coulson?” she called. “Man, this is gonna suck if he’s not even here. Seriously, doesn’t anyone keep up with what’s going on around here?”

In all fairness, he’s off-duty and has been off-duty for the past two hours. But he’s also been hiding out in his office, attempting to finish this report about one of his newer Agents and their latest foul-up without anyone really knowing he was still at work.  So when the knock came, he sighed, signing one more line before pinching the bridge of his nose and calling out, “enter.”

She swung around the doorframe, tshirt and jeans and hair ruthlessly yanked back in an unforgiving braid, and eyed the piles on his desk. “Doc says you aren’t to just sit here in between missions, and since I need an unpowered workout partner and you’re supposed to work out … yeah.”

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“Eight o’clock, you said. Here I am, Toni.”

“Oh, God, well now we can’t go out. You’re too gorgeous to be seen with me.”

She gapes at him for a second. ” … I fucking /knew/ you would have an excuse. I knew this would happen.”

“Wait, what?” Toni questions, brow furrowing a bit. “No, sweetheart, that was a joke.”

The breath rushes out of her in a whoosh. It doesn’t help the way her stomach is turning over, especially now, and she’s so closed up and tense there’s no way she could have known without him saying.

” … Toni, for fuck’s sake.” Summer leans her forehead on his shoulder.