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Phil was tired. He was so, so tired.
It was a tiredness that seeped past his flesh only to take root in his very bones.
He wanted to go home and sleep all through next week.
Yet, he's here, at work, staring into his coffee.
The needs of everyone else outweigh his own.
// I am so not bothered by Kirk's passing, and I don't think Coulson would be, either. Or Fury.
Yes, they work for an agency that might or might not be above the US Government but I deeply believe they fight for all, not just for some, and would be deeply against bigots.
He dared to leave work an hour early just so he could rush home. He wanted to freshen up and change out of his typical suit - he wanted to put effort into this date.
A date. An actual date. He was speechless, giddy and nervous as hell. Yet he couldn't stop smiling.
As he was
buttoning up his black shirt, he saw the texts from Bucky. He quickly replied.
> Oh? I'm about to head out now.
> Keep my spot warm for me, cutie.
Yep, he was testing the waters with that pet name - he was rusty when it came to flirting, but it was genuine and wholesome.