Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-11 11:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, *voice, sharon carter, steve rogers |
Narrative: Sharon Carter - Phone call to Steve Rogers
Who: Sharon Carter - Some S.H.I.E.L.D. NPCs - Then a phone call home
What: Middle of the night call ins to work - regarding this
Where: Sharon's apartment ---> Sharon's office
When: Around 3 AM - then around 6 AM
Sleep was a rare thing even if one wasn't Captain America. Yes it occurred on a fairly regular basis, and on good weeks it happened for a few hours a night. She was used to it, and sometimes, despite what science said on the fact, she caught up heavily. This was not a catch up day, but it was also not a two hours of sleep kind of night either. For either of them. It wasn't the sleep of the dead by any means, but it was sleep that had been ongoing for a few hours at least and it took her a second to register that a phone was ringing.
There was the briefest, "let it ring," mumbled and she was tempted. But after another ring she realized it wasn't her regular phone, or her house phone, or Steve's phone, or any other phone that she recognized immediately.
Nothing but an arm crept out from under the blankets that had an entire body burrowed down under them. The hand felt around a bit, not unlike the pet hand from The Addams Family, and opened her nightstand drawer, not paying attention as a stack of papers hit the floor and after lifting the bottom panel from the drawer she pulled a Nokia 1100 out.
The infernal ring kept going as the arm quickly tucked back under the blankets and pressed the phone up to the ear of of the woman who was currently buried in blankets and mashed up all over Steve Rogers.
"Sharon Carter." She answered, muffled under blankets. She was quiet as she listened. "I want a car outside in twenty minutes." Beep. As she hung up. Groan, sigh, groan, wriggle, groan sigh etc. "I have to go to work." Groan.
Warm feet on cold hardwood. Worst. She talked about nonsense as she maneuvered around the room, vowing to install heated floor tile in the bathroom, grumbling about how she had to go buy a new dinosaur phone now. Teeth were brushed. Hair was brushed. Jeans, boots, long sleeved black teeshirt, gun, badge, credentials, jacket. It had been eighteen minutes when she got a message on her regular phone that the car was outside. Great. She couldn't even complain about them being late. She said she'd call later. And huffed out of the room. Eugh.
When she got into the car she was handed, not any intel, but the personnel file of a 26 year old level 3 analyst called 'Toby' who worked in archives. Archives. She was becoming less and less impressed by the moment. When she was dropped off at the office building, Tiger - did that child ever sleep? - was waiting outside for her, in a well pressed suit and holding a paper cup full of caffeinated paradise. He opened the door for her when she approached and she took the coffee with the hand that wasn't holding the file as she walked into the building and he sped up his pace to keep up with her. "Does someone want to tell me why I'm here at three in the morning holding the personnel file of a level 3 analyst in my hands?"
Tiger nodded, "That level 3 analyst is currently upstairs in your office crying with Agent 19." Sharon almost wanted to pause but instead she just nodded at the security guard and pressed the elevator button. Agent 19, one of Sharon's earliest recruits to her new division was a highly capable, well trained, very strong, and rather terrifying Agent. Not terrifying in a mean sort of way, but terrifying in a brutal sort of way. She could fight and she liked to. She had integrity, and was also incredibly smart. Sharon liked her, and had sent her to Clint's side most recently. But why she would be dragging in a level 3 analyst was beyond her. And she also wasn't sure she was ready for crying. She was sensitive, she had feelings, she was comforting. But it was 3 in the morning and she had just left a very warm bed and a very warm body and she was going to physically harm someone if this was a job interview.
When they got to her office, Agent 19 pulled her aside, explained that Toby was her boyfriend (surprise #1), that Toby had come across something new that matched up with something in archives, and that Toby was in her office crying because he was terrified. For some reason Sharon hadn't imagined that Agent 19 would be shacking up with a 26 year old analyst who was afraid of archives, but to each their own, and she was not going to question it.
Surprise #2. Toby was on the small and mousey side. Nothing good happens after 2 AM. Sharon's mind was not working at the right speed to process interpersonal relationships of others, but she was also nosy by nature so the conflict raged until she sipped a bit more vigorously on her coffee.
Surprise #3. Toby had in fact found something. And Toby probably had reason to be a bit afraid. Not because he'd found it, but because he'd brought it here instead. In her mind it was obvious what was happening, someone knew someone (namely her) was catching on. Someone had been sloppy. Maybe it had been her, maybe she had a mole after all, even the most careful sometimes got caught. She looked over the information in front of her. Ensured that Tiger had what he needed to cover up Toby's tracks, and sent Agent 19 and Toby to the beach house in Virginia for a week (to start).
She looked over what Toby had brought her, she read through the files, she called in her own analysts to search through records and archiving to chase this white rabbit and see what happened. Where things went wrong, and what they were trying to hide. Office secured, even as the sun started to peek over the city, she called Steve.
RINGTONE!