[ phone-call between liza & brock, brock is bold and liza is normal ]

'' Hello?''

'' Hi, it's Brock. Rumlow. You gave me your number last night, remember? Well, I'm not sure you will remember it since you were pretty drunk.''

There was a silence on the other side. It was quite awkward as well.

''Oh yes, I have. I said you could call me anytime you needed me. So.. what's up?''

'' I screwed up badly this time.''

''Work again? Jesus.''

He wasn't sure if her comment was sarcastic or pitiful. He couldn't describe it.

''Yeah... Sorry to bother you, Liz.''

''Liz? Are you giving me a nickname already?''

"Sorry about that too then."

"-Don't be.. it's kinda cute."

"..."

"Okay... ehm.. back to the point. Work. What's wrong with work?"

" I just can't handle it anymore. It has been... stressful. Fury is forcing me to work with Captain America."

The annoyance was clear in Brock's voice and he was sure Liza heard it too.

" I see... Order comes through pain only. It looks like this was yours. But.. If you hate it so much at S.H.I.E.L.D, why won't you just quit?"

" Oh thank you, oh wise one, I haven't thought of that. Does it look like I have that much money?"

"Apologies. I only tried to help."

He let out a short, sarcastic laugh.

"You can't help me. I'm helpless."

"I can always try.. why won't you come over?"

"No, thank you. That's not necessary."