March 31st, 2014
"You know Phil, when I asked you for a job, this was the last thing I saw myself doing for you."
"You asked, kid, I offered."
"Do I at least get my own office?"
"No."
"My own computer?"
"Do you think that I'm stupid enough to let you share with anyone? I already have the model you requested, and I had it programmed with that schematics you sent me."
"Well, look at you. You learned how to open an email. And assemble a team."
Phil Coulson glanced up at me from across the table he was currently sitting at.
"Don't play dumb, Phil. You hired me to be a tech specialist and a liaison between you and the Triskelion. Of course I knew about everything and everyone on this Bus before I boarded said Bus. By the way, the next time you get kidnapped, I would love to hear about it from you yourself and not a damn file, got it?"
He continued to stare at me as I hefted the box I held in my arms and sat it on the table.
"What could you have done?"
I stopped unpacking the box of technology that I had brought on board with me and stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"I'm going to continue setting up my space, which none of your scientists or grunts will ever touch without my express permission on the pain of death. I am going to pretend that you never said something quite that stupid, and go about my day, okay? Once I'm done unpacking, your plane should be fueled up and ready to go."
He met my unseeing gaze. "Okay. Briefing for the mission will commence the second everyone gets on board."
"I don't need to be briefed. I already know what we're going after. Oh, and one more thing. I'm done with glasses and contacts, so your people better be prepared for what they are about to see when they look at me."
"Okay then. Wheels up in thirty." He stood up and walked to the end of the room, where I assume there was a door.
"Phil."
He stopped in his tracks.
"Don't make this personal, okay? Nothing good can come of it."
"Ian Quinn made it personal when he shot my unarmed agent point blank. It doesn't get much more personal than that. Excuse me, I need to oversee her medpod boarding the plane."
He left.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into this time?" I wondered out loud.
No one answered.