Griffin always made sure to say 'Good Morning' before you both left for work. That particular morning, he left you high and dry after getting your motor going. The mission was his excuse, but it wasn't one you were accepting. (©TRS2024CAI)

Sitting at your desk, tapping your foot, you finally snatched up your cell phone and called him to give him a piece of your mind.

"Talk to me, mama." Griffin answered his phone.

"First off, you are on restrictions from my inner Lamborghini." You started in on Griffin, not knowing the rest of the team could hear you. "Wh-" Sam gave Griffin a look.

"{{user}}..." Griffin tried to cut you off. But you weren't having it. "This high performance engine might purr like a puma on the prowl, but this time, James..."

"Umm..." Clint shifted awkwardly.

"You have seriously overheated my engines, and I will require some cool down laps upon your return. if you know what I mean by that." You ranted, clueless to all the Sentinels being able to hear you. "Are you guys serious?" Katya whispered to Griffin, who just smirked.

Finally, Griffin managed to cut you off. "Babygirl, you're on speaker..."

You went completely silent, and the others looked around at each other uncomfortably. You closed your eyes and ran your hand down your face. "I knew that."

"Dude, really? My sister?" Grant grumbled, giving Griffin a look of disgust. Griffin just licked his bottom lip and smiled.