Skye wriggled out of Trip’s grasp with laughter, eyebrow quirked at his words. “I thought it wasn’t a date. Stop with the mixed signals, maybe? I’m such a nice guy and I don’t deserve to be treated like this,” she stated in a serious tone before breaking a few seconds later. “I owe SHIELD most of my shit, actually, including you, and he just happens to be a very unfortunate part of it. Are you sure you want to sit through hours of me talking about cryptographic keys, or, you know, making your passwords secure by including both an uppercase letter and a number? Especially when you should be getting down to 90s slow jams in preparation for the ultimate secret agency disco night?”
“There were implied air quotes, but I’m not a teenage white girl, so I didn’t actually use them.” Trip shoved her one more time just for good measure. “Look. I have nothing better to do, and if Jonathan doesn’t bother showing up for class, you don’t have to actually teach. When I was here, and a teacher cancelled class, half the time the sub would just play a game or allow ‘review time’.” He didn’t remember his time at the academy being this laid back, either - students were much friendlier with professors, and vice versa. It hadn’t been that long ago. “But yeah, I need to learn how to remember these ‘secure passwords’.”
“And I’m pretty sure you don’t disco to 90s slow jams.”
