[This is all highly unusual. And considering that organization he works for, Phil consider himself pretty well-versed in unusual, so that's saying something.
Normally, agents aren't brought in without extensive vetting, background checks, psych evals, skill assessments. But when Clint had wandered back in the safe house in Chișinău, Moldova, the very woman he was sent to kill in tow, Phil knew all the standard procedures were going to go out the window. Natalia Romanova was just as stunningly beautiful in person as she was on the grainy footage of a security camera, but everyone who had even heard of her knew what hid behind that flawless facade.
And now, back stateside, he's watching her through the one-way mirror of an interrogation room, vaguely unsettled by the feeling he has that the only reason she's still sitting there with her hands shackled to the front of the desk is because she's letting them keep her there.
Closing his eyes briefly -- he's so tired, he doesn't remember ever not feeling tired these days -- he drains the last of his coffee and nods to the psychiatrist standing beside him before heading in.
When he speaks, it's in Russian. He's a little bit rusty, but his stint in Uzbekistan has left him with a higher than passable vocabulary.] Are you comfortable?
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Normally, agents aren't brought in without extensive vetting, background checks, psych evals, skill assessments. But when Clint had wandered back in the safe house in Chișinău, Moldova, the very woman he was sent to kill in tow, Phil knew all the standard procedures were going to go out the window. Natalia Romanova was just as stunningly beautiful in person as she was on the grainy footage of a security camera, but everyone who had even heard of her knew what hid behind that flawless facade.
And now, back stateside, he's watching her through the one-way mirror of an interrogation room, vaguely unsettled by the feeling he has that the only reason she's still sitting there with her hands shackled to the front of the desk is because she's letting them keep her there.
Closing his eyes briefly -- he's so tired, he doesn't remember ever not feeling tired these days -- he drains the last of his coffee and nods to the psychiatrist standing beside him before heading in.
When he speaks, it's in Russian. He's a little bit rusty, but his stint in Uzbekistan has left him with a higher than passable vocabulary.] Are you comfortable?