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fifth | dictated
[Agent Barton of SHIELD; backdated to after her conversation with Tres regarding repairs after Clint's arrival]
[The voice of a calm, quiet young woman is coming your way.] Good afternoon. I believe my subordinate conveyed my wish to speak with you. I would like our discussion to be in the gardens outside the castle. I trust you will have the good sense not to bring your weapon along for this.
[The voice of a calm, quiet young woman is coming your way.] Good afternoon. I believe my subordinate conveyed my wish to speak with you. I would like our discussion to be in the gardens outside the castle. I trust you will have the good sense not to bring your weapon along for this.

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Am I going to have to waste time worrying about more incidents like this?
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[He's still calm, collected, completely nonchalant.]
As long as no-one threatens me, I'm as laid back as can be, ma'am. I don't want any trouble.
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[She'll have his head blown off. Caterina is way too classy to come out and say that.]
Speaking of which, would you like some?
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[And you're welcome to try, Caterina.]
I wouldn't say no, but I would like to know your name.
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Cardinal Caterina Sforza, Duchess of Milan.
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[He leans back in his chair. Steve didn't count. Not yet. He barely knew what SHIELD was.]
I'd like to ask you to keep my identity, and the fact there are SHIELD agents present here, quiet. There may be some people who come to the castle bearing a grudge, and I don't want to cause more trouble.
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However the journal caught your arrival. Anyone you encountered as well as anyone listening that day could give you away. You should be prepared for that.
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[A pause]
I realise that my arrival wasn't the best impression I could give. Sorry.
And I know. If there were any enemies of SHIELD about, I probably wouldn't be standing here right now.
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[There's a pause here, a slight flicker of discomfort. He's going to take his tea now.]
Well, lets just say my enemies are legends.
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[He stands.]
One last thing, your eminance. If a man shows up here, tall, black hair, by the name of Loki... He's mine. And I won't take any interference in that matter.
[One look into Barton's eyes should show how serious he is about that.]
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You will be the first man I notify.
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[A pause. How much should he tell her?]
The details are classified, but it's not pleasant.
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Thanks for the tea.
[And he's going to turn to leave, even though his cup is more or less untouched.]