<blockquote>"What are you doing here?" she hisses beneath her breath as the other sales associate busies herself conspicuously at the register. "I have this under control. I know what I’m doing."
"You are posing as…" The Winter Soldier lets his voice drop. "A very personal stylist.”
Hawkeye rolls her eyes. “I am a personal stylist. I have a resume and everything.”
"You picked out Barton’s clothing once?" The Winter Soldier says.
From the fitting room, the Little Spider calls, “Can I try these in teal?”</blockquote>
➤ also on ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/2507933