Hey guys. This is my first time writing fanfiction so I hope you enjoy! Stay tuned for sequels!
A buzz of excitement filled me as I once again walked through the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in New Mexico. My boots clicked as I walked down the hallway and my nervous hands played with the pockets on my jumpsuit. Though this was not my first assignment, 0-8-4's continued to amaze me. I remembered the stories my parents, both agents, would tell me about magical things they would find on the job, even if they described it through fairy tales to my naive mind.
"Hey," commented a voice to my left, "you look nervous. Anything up?"
"What?" I answered, baffled. "No, I'm excited. Aren't you?"
The body connected to the voice stroked his fingers through his chocolate hair, his blue eyes making contact with mine at the exact same moment our fingers touched.
"Yep," his lips curled into a warm smile as his arm pulled me close.
A voice snapped. "Agent Sumner, Agent Rhodes, you're needed," a leading officer snapped and Summy and I continued down the hallway.
As one of the leading combat agents my job was to do all the dirty work. I didn't think much about becoming a secret agent until I spent four years in China, and picked up mixed martial arts. S.H.I.E.L.D. took notice of me when I got caught up in a mission with my brother (also an agent) and offered me a job. My parents were so proud that their only daughter would be going into a field they approved of. But my parents understood little of my new duties, both being scientists for S.H.I.E.L.D. They never understood how someone could get and adrenalin rush from anything other than numbers or chemicals. But I do love my job. It's almost kind of fun taking out the bad people, even if sometimes they're not even people at all.
Summy and I turned left into a room filled with agents. With a pat on my shoulder, Summy left my side and walked to join his other communications agents. There was a table in the middle of the room and at the head of the table stood a very professional Agent Phil Coulson.
"Now," started Coulson, silencing the room, "I bet you're all dying to know the details of last nights little fiasco with the maniac."
Everyone tensed, remembering the details of the wet night.
"I can assure you we have sedated the man and he is in our containment facility," said Coulson calmly.
"Is this why you called us in, sir?" asked a woman in aviation. "To discuss some psychopath?"
"Not at all, Agent Jennings," answered Coulson, the same cool expression on his face. "We are here to discuss the 0-8-4 or object of unknown origin. Clearly it is unlike anything our scientists have ever seen. We're going to assemble a team to gather up any information they can about this object."
Ugh. History and reading. Not my area of expertise. Once Coulson closed with a warning to steer clear of the man who had damaged our facility last night, we were free to go. It wasn't until Summy's and mine's fingers intertwined when I realized I was going to have a lot of extra time on my hands.
"Since we both have the afternoon off," whispered Summy in my ear, " why don't we go window shopping downtown and see if you see anything that would contribute to our wedding?"
Ah yes, the wedding. The sheer word sent shivers down my spine. In a mere two months, I would be marrying the love of my life: James Phillip Sumner.
"Are you sure you don't want to know more about the man that broke in?" I asked. "It sounds so exciting!"
Summy stopped in the hallway. "Halle, that man is dangerous. You heard Coulson, we should stay away."
"But just a little peek-"
"Halle!"
I sighed heavily. He never let me have any fun. "Fine we can look at wedding stuff."
"I'll miss you until then," he said, smiling the same smile he shot me the evening we first met. As we departed, I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. But I should have seen it coming, Summy was the last person who wanted to be around anything adventurous or dangerous. It took me longer than usual to get my room key out of my pocket and into the lock, as I went through a list of things in my head that I should've said to him. With all this lack of focus, I didn't notice the sound of footsteps walking behind me. They were heavy but graceful, like a man with poise. I turned around to see a tall man standing not six inches from my face.