"You wanted to see me, sir?"
Fury turns his chair around to face his old friend, fingers steepling in front of him. “I wanted to talk to you about a few rumors I’ve heard floating around base lately. Something about you and Barton screwing like teenagers?”
Coulson smirks, briefly, before he gets himself under control. “Are you asking me this as my boss, or my friend? If you’re playing the role of my boss, I’m going to tell you it’s none of your business, sir. But, if you’re asking as my friend, well, I can give you all the sordid details about how I f—”
"For fucks’ sake, Cheese, I don’t need to hear any of that."
By that point, Coulson had descended into full blown laughter. It’s more than worth it for the look on Fury’s face.