Agent Coulson is in the middle of a very important breakfast-meeting when his phone makes the annoying bird-of-prey screech that Clint has programmed in as his personal text tone.

Coulson apologises and pulls the phone from his pants pocket, only to have to work very hard not to sigh and roll his eyes. Sure enough, the text was from Clint, and read simply: I think Tony got the D.

Coulson rolls his eyes and texts back: Again? Which this time?

It's only a moment before his phone screeches again, and with a muter of 'important business' he opens the new message, and abruptly has to fake a coughing fit to disguise the fact that he is spluttering in a mix out outrage and incredulity.

Clint's reply reads simply: The Star Spangled D.

Coulson excuses himself from the meeting, ignoring Director Fury's wrathful mutterings and considers texting Clint back. He doesn't have to, as it turns out, as yet another screech emanates from his pocket.

C: Sir, are you alright? What are you doing?

Phil smiles and texts back: Going to warn a genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist exactly what will happen to him if he breaks the heart of Captain America.

A/N: And that's that then. Not sure what I'll do next. Procrastinate writing something else maybe?

Oh, and before I forget, a BIG thanks to Aurelie (NowImJustSomebodyThat) for not only providing brilliant comments on all the chapters, making me laugh and motivating me when I was ready to ignore this fic for another month but also for coming up with the Star Spangled D text conversation idea and letting me use it.