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…I just borrowed one of their comics and now I'm drawing on it. Hee hee scribble scribble

Note: This was supposed to be script format but this site literally did not make that possible soo... I made it vaguely similar to script format. I also had to use bold and italics to make this more readable (please forgive me script gods or whatever).

Rookies of S.H.I.E.L.D.

INT. SMALL DARK ROOM

Small fingers slide across a keyboard. The screen fills with on-going code.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY

Three boys around ten or eleven race each other. Their shoes skid across the wooden floor and their subdued laughter echoes throughout the hall.

The tallest one pushes the boy nearest him as they run. The shorter boy keeps running and, laughing, turns to protest.

BOY

Hey-!

The third boy shushes the other two. He puts a finger to his lips, slows down his pace and nods to a door with the room number 13. Their smiles drop and they proceed in silence.

INT. ROOM 13

An imposing female figure sits behind a desk. The only sound in the room comes from the sharp ticking of the clock and the soft clicking of the laptop's keyboard.

On the top of the screen are the words 'Faculty Messenger'. Below that, the word 'writing' disappears and reappears. One final sharp click and a message appears on-screen.

STERN-LOOK (TEXT)

We're getting off-topic

The replies are quick.

ALWAYS-FED-UP (TEXT)

Like anybody can concentrate

NOW-NOW (TEXT)

Now now, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this

NOW-NOW (TEXT) (CONT'D)

Huh

I finally get my name

SUNGLASSES (TEXT)

I'll handle this

IMT you'll have 2 share half the gym

Cal...

ALWAYS-FED-UP (TEXT)

IMT?

NOW-NOW (TEXT)

I'll talk to Prof. Weaver

HOGWARTS (TEXT)

I'm here.

What's happening?

ALWAYS-FED-UP (TEXT)

We can't share the gym

HOGWARTS (TEXT)

With the names?

NOW-NOW (TEXT)

We've been hacked

HOGWARTS (TEXT)

What's IMT?

SUNGLASSES (TEXT)

In the meantime

Isn't that a thing?

STERN-LOOK (TEXT)

There isn't room for 4 classes

SUNGLASSES (TEXT)

Use the field, if it's raining no gym class

I have to go

'Sunglasses has left the conversation' appears on the bottom of the chat.

May slams a fist on the desk.

MAY

What are we supposed to do about training?

She looks back at the screen and glares suspiciously. The automated message begins to slowly disappear letter by letter until only 'Sunglasses' is left.

INT. SMALL DARK ROOM

A small hand slides across the laptop keys. They belong to a girl no older than ten. On the screen the command prompt is open. Near the beginning of the code is 'Admn\Skye'.

She's in a janitors closet sitting near the door with a laptop. She's careful not to make any noise.

DAISY

Sunglasses...

She types the next word in as she reads it slowly.

DAISY (CONT'D)

Out.

There's a satisfied smile on her face. Suddenly the door swings open and Phil Coulson stands there, a pair of sunglasses dangling from the collar of his suit.

He raises both eyebrows in amusement. She smiles sheepishly.

DAISY (CONT'D)

Hey A.C.