Clint & Darcy bother Coulson with the "ARE WE THERE" skit on a sekrit mission to somewhere-ending-in-stan
"Are we there yet?" Darcy calls over to Coulson.
"Say again?" Coulson shouts over the sound of the engines.
"I said, 'Are we there yet?!'" she shouts back, giggling. Clint joins in on the question, unable to stop himself.
"Barton, what was the agreement we made in New Mexico?"
Clint sighs. "I don't get to ask if we're there yet or you get to take me out with a paperclip." He looks at Darcy. "Your Taser might protect you, but it won't protect me. Doesn't mean you should stop asking, though." He winks and goes back to staring forlornly across the aeroplane at Coulson.
"Oh my god, Clint, could you be more obvious?"
"What?"
"There is no way he doesn't know you have a giant raging crush on him."
"I do not!" he retorts. "It would be unprofessional, and you know he's the epitome of unflappable professionalism. Besides, even if it wouldn't be unprofessional, he'd never be interested. And it would ruin his reputation."
"Um, Clint? Every point you just tried to make was about him, not yourself. You so do have a giant raging crush."
"Fine. Maybe I do. There's nothing I can do about it anyway," he says, slumping in his seat.
"Whatever, I'll see what I can do."
"No, don't mention it or do anything about it. But do keep annoying him?"
"That, I can do." Darcy laughs, and launches into a round of '99 Bottles of Beer'.
Coulson sighs and turns his attention to the report in his hands. They haven't even gotten to their destination to begin this assignment. He resolutely tells himself that he can't kill either one of them until they're back in New York.