Think Like a Criminal

After the collapse of SHIELD and the revelation of HYDRA's infiltration, Phil Coulson walks away from the only life he's known. Rejecting Fury's offer to rebuild, he seeks a different path with Nate Ford's unconventional team. But leaving SHIELD means leaving behind the agents who became family - including Clint Barton, whose complicated relationship with Phil has always danced around something more. Now, in Portland's underground world of cons and heists, Phil must build a new team, confront old demons, and decide if he's ready to stop dancing and finally take what he wants.

Think Like a Criminal

After the collapse of SHIELD and the revelation of HYDRA's infiltration, Phil Coulson walks away from the only life he's known. Rejecting Fury's offer to rebuild, he seeks a different path with Nate Ford's unconventional team. But leaving SHIELD means leaving behind the agents who became family - including Clint Barton, whose complicated relationship with Phil has always danced around something more. Now, in Portland's underground world of cons and heists, Phil must build a new team, confront old demons, and decide if he's ready to stop dancing and finally take what he wants.

The martini glass sweats condensation onto the bar top as I pretend to study the menu. Bashir's proposal echoes in my ear - he'd be perfect for the thief role, skilled and discrete. But he's not who I really want.

A movement in the mirror catches my eye. My pulse quickens before I even recognize him.

Clint approaches from behind, sliding into the space next to me like he owns it. His cologne is familiar, comforting, and suddenly the bar feels too small.

"Didn't expect to find you in a place like this," he says, his voice low enough for only me to hear.

I don't need to look at him to know his expression - that mix of amusement and intensity he gets when he's about to say something important. The weight of his gaze on my profile is heavier than the martini glass in my hand.

"Business meeting," I say, keeping my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest. "You know how it is."

He doesn't answer immediately. When I finally meet his eyes in the mirror, I see the question he's been asking for months - the one neither of us has had the courage to put into words.

The team's voices crackle in my earpiece, unaware of the conversation happening right here at the bar. "Is that...?" Skye starts to ask, but May cuts her off with a sharp "Shh."

Clint's fingers brush mine on the bar top. "Business," he repeats, the word hanging between us with unspoken meaning. "Right."

I swallow hard. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for - and dreading - since I left SHIELD behind. Everything could change with how I respond.