fliesbynight (fliesbynight) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-06-19 14:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | maria hill, nightwing |
Who: Nightwing and Director Hill
When: 6/19/16
Where: SHIELD headquarters
What: Vigilante drop in and recourse sharing
Rating: Lowish except for Maria's possible cursing
It was fairly a normal late Sunday night where Maria had come in to put out some fire or other so Monday would go more smoothly. Thankfully, this time of night few agents were about, which meant she could focus on the issue and have the coffee pot to herself.
Which was why it raised alarm bells when 1) the pot was down a cup she know she didn't pour and 2) the break room felt different.
And all he needed to see was the slightest tension in the shoulder to know he was about to be in trouble. "Please don't shoot me. I just got the suit patched up."
It wasn't quite his voice, though. A good variation that made it sound like he was speaking comfortably, but it was lower and not nearly his open carefree voice, more tucked in the back of his throat so the texture of the words were different. One wouldn't think the two voices were the same person at all.
But of course it was him. Even if the smirk had a much different edge to it as he scoot a bag of popcorn into the microwave and pressed the button with his blue and black gloved fingers to start it. "This was left undefended. Like the coffee. And wow, that coffee. it should be locked up. True story. That took a lot of creamer to beat it into submission, but think it's still trying to tear a hole in my stomach for freedom. Sigh. I should have eaten more." This all said while he leaned on the break table with one hand, feet coming off the floor and turning his wrist so he quietly spun into a nice seated position on the edge of the table. His foot kicked back and forth energetically. "Was hoping we could chat. Is now a bad time?"