Title: Foggy Surveillance
Pairing: Clint Barton & Steven Strange
Prompt: Noir card, shadowy figure standing near a lamp post in the fog
Word count: 195
Summary: Clint is hired to spy on Steven.
"This shit is for spies, private eyes and jealous lovers," Clint muttered under his breath as he leaned against a lamp post in the foggy, shadows of Frisco's Wharf District.
"Which one are you then?" was whispered in his ear causing him to jump and swear.
"Which one do you want me to be?" Clint countered once he got his racing heart under control.
"Nice save," his quarry complimented him.
"I rarely get complaints."
"So answer my question."
"And that entails?"
"I guess you could say I'm a jack of all trades," Clint hedged.
"Do you often hang around lamp posts in the fog looking for work?"
"I'm hanging around this particular lamp post because my employer is interested in what a certain scientist type is up to in his spare time," Clint explained the orders he had received several hours before.
"Would you believe magic?"
"Yes, Doctor, I would," Clint answered with a wry grin. He had known going in that it would be difficult to keep tabs on Steven Strange, especially if he didn't want to be observed in the first place.
"Shall we go some place more hospitable?"