Phil steps around the desk, until he's close enough that Clint can feel his body heat and smell the faint trace of aftershave. Clint takes a deep breath, reaching out helplessly and fisting his hand in the lapel of Phil's jacket.

"I've already broken all my rules for you, Clint," Phil says, soft and low. "But we really should get out of here."

Clint nods slowly, reluctantly letting go of Phil's jacket and moves away, closer to the door. He hears Phil's steps, following him, and they're off through the mostly empty maze-like corridors of the SHIELD complex. They fit side by side in the elevator, Phil pressing the button to the parking floor.

"Are there cameras in these?" Clint asks, pointing to the ceiling, and Phil shakes his head. Clint grins, and reaches out for Phil again. "Good."