After a century (at least it feels like it) I finished another chapter, yeyyy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or the songtext (it is "Rock me Amadeus" by Falco, in case you are wondering)
Chapter 10: Rock me Amadeus!
Er war ein Punker
Und er lebte in der großen Stadt
Es war in Wien, war Vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte Schulden, denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen
Und jede rief
Come and rock me Amadeus
When the Captain came into work the next morning, his partner was nowhere to be seen. However in the bin next to her spotlessly clean desk there were a couple of coffee cups and something that looked very much like caffeine pill wrappers. Apparently the woman had worked most of the night, so hopefully she was at home now, getting some rest. A normal Maria Hill was difficult enough, he didn't want to get to know a sleep-depriven one, thank you very much. He sat down his bag and went to get the S.H.I.E.L.D. files from the archive, the whole pile. Nobody should say he didn't do his job properly.
After about half an hour, he could hear sneakers squeak on the linoleum floor (How could you still call them fucking sneakers then?! Nobody could sneak in those anywhere anyway!) but he didn't give it any real thought until the sounds stopped in front of him. When he looked up, he was staring straight into a pair of eyes rimmed by dark Ray Bans. They belonged to a man around his age who was currently holding a huge, heavy looking box in his arms.
"May I put this down on your desk, please?", he asked a bit breathlessly, his British accent very obvious.
"Depending on what it is", Rogers answered dryly, "if it is a bomb, go somewhere else."
"It is your new computer mate, give me a break!", the man called out.
"Well alright then, put it down here", Steve replied.
He moved the pile of S.H.I.E.L.D. files to the side, making room for the new gadget. While the IT dude was slowly connecting the computer to the network, the other man took some time to observe him. He couldn't work anyway with all that shuffling here and there and he was curious. Something was odd about the guy and he didn't really know what. Then it struck him - the man looked like a stereotypical gamer nerd and apparently did try to look and sound professional, but actually didn't really have a clue about the IT department at all! Weird. Why would the NYPD hire somebody like that?
"Hey, what's your name?", he wanted to know, asking quite friendly.
"Amadeus Ravenclaw Hunter, at your service", the other one answered without batting an eyelash.
Something about the name was very weird, probably the Ravenclaw part. It reminded him of something but he couldn't quite pinpoint what. And Amadeus...Who the fuck was still called Amadeus in the 21st century?
"So which company are you working for Mr Hunter? As, if I may be that direct, you seem to be a bit overtaxed with this simple task here."
The other one looekd at him severely.
"Look, Detective, or Captain or whoever you are, I will be honest with you. I have done some big shit and this company called Dipps Electronics who is currently working for the NYPD gave me a job. I usually only do the driving and carrying servers and stuff but my collegue got sick and now they sent me to do this. And I would be very very very grateful if you would not tell them about my problems here."
Steve looked at him again, the story sounded plausible, but he still would look up both the man and the firm. Hust to be safe.
When Hill came in two hours later, still looking tired and annoyed, her partner was siiting behind his new computer. After a long process and some really annoying errors, Hunter had managed to set him up with his new electronical device. He had already changed the password from "God safe the Queen" (this British patriotism, ugh) to "Freedom_For_All" (he was American after all) and was now researching the firm.
"Hello Detective Hill", he greeted her smiling, "I got my new computer now. But I double checked the firm, just to be sure, because the Hunter guy who set it up seemed a bit weird. But it's all good, maybe I was just confused because of his British accent."
With two steps, Maria was next to him, looking over his shoulder.
"British?", she asked sharply, "what was his full name? Did you ask?"
Totally confused about her tone, the Captain nodded.
"He said he was called Amadeus Ravenclaw Hunter", he gave his answer.
His confusion got even bigger when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him. Then she pushed his legs to the side, griping the wires under the desk and pulling them out of the computer. The screen went dark while the gadget died with a miserable squeak.
"Hill, what was that about?", Steve barked at his partner, his confusion turning to anger.
She looked at him, leaning against his table, arms crossed in front of her chest, not the least bit intimidated. If Steve had not been that annoyed, he probably would had have it in him to enjoy the closeness they we standing/sitting in, but right now, he simply wanted answers.
"Do you have the S.H.I.E.L.D. files?", she asked instead.
"Behind you", her partner gave back.
"I guess you haven't been through all of them yet", she asked rhetorically, searching through the folders.
Then she opened one and held it under Steve's nose.
"Does this man look familiar to you?"
Indeed he did. With no doubt, the file showed the picture of the IT guy, naming him a former British military officer, then freelance fighter and now member of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Lance Hunter.
So this is it for now! I hope you enjoyed it!