|Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms,|
@ 2015-02-20 03:54:00
|Entry tags:||!marvel comics, *narrative, sharon carter|
Who: Sharon Carter, some NPCs, TIGER
Where: Team Sharon's homebase
When: Night after this
What: Moving a few things around - lecturing Tiger - the usual
Warnings: Naaaaaah- But a valentine reveal!
Sharon was watching as the three or four pelican crates she had stored at the brewery were moved into her warehouse space in New Jersey. The warehouse space was just that. Empty warehouse space and the real fun was underground. Down a freight elevator, through some tunnels and into some old bunkers that according to Tiger got terrible T-Mobile reception but weren't bad for your typical Skype sessions.
But they were careful with the network set ups, they were careful with everything. No one knew they were there. Well. Steve knew. She still had to break that news to the people who were currently cataloguing, working, or just plain hiding out. It wasn't a huge game changing operation she had running. She didn't have the resources for it. No, what she had was a list of people, a list of enemies, a list of friendlies and some easy targets. She had a half Winter Solider who was making her job harder, and other times making it easier. He was making it harder to go unnoticed. But making it easier to add people to her list. And oh did she watch carefully the lights and pings whenever he did something exceptionally interesting. But he wasn't her attack dog, and she'd tried to contact him. She was terrified on a deep level that they'd find him.
Which, naturally had her running more than one mission at a time. Until she'd talked to Tony. Which had eased her mind slightly. She had stepped back, Tony and Steve could handle Bucky, she hoped whatever magic the hotel had worked on her behalf for Bucky during the Valentine wishes had worked as well as she'd hoped it would. She'd tried she'd closed all the loopholes she'd tried to wrap it in as much human decency as she could. Anything she had inside of her that wasn't focused on the jobs at hand. The vitriol and hurt was pushed aside for that one brief moment to celebrate the friendship and love she had for Bucky, whether he knew her or not maybe if she filled his wish and gift with hope it wouldn't be so painful when it came true. It was a painful thing having others in your head. She remembered. One word was all it took before she found herself covered in Steve's blood. One word.
She knew there was a word that would have Bucky suffer the same fate, and another word that they could say that would have him knowing exactly what he'd done - just for the fun of it. She wouldn't let them do it. So she tried what she could. And she hoped. Even now, when hope was starting to dwindle. Steve and the ideals he had, that she was having a hard time taking away- when she'd first met him she'd had them too, even here when she'd first arrived she'd had them. Saving SHIELD the place she'd called home. It had been Steve who had come and come back and told her that there was zero hope there. SHIELD had been rotted to it's core. She'd asked him for time and he had given it to her.
And now here they were, he didn't know much of anything, and he was lecturing her about things he barely had a grasp of the day after giving him something that had not been easy, but had been freely and joyfully given to him. She had just wanted to be left alone for a bit. But that was apparently not meant to be. Ever. Not to mention,
But she knew better now. And now he didn't. Time was fucked up and she was hating every minute of it. Now it was her turn to be the defeatist sitting in a warehouse full of 65 people. 65 people who were, as far as she was concerned, the new SHIELD, the only SHIELD. Running ops and surveillance from a warehouse basement in New Jersey. Some had their faces plastered on the news for treason. They hadn't mentioned her. Not yet. Not by name.
But the DC gents were coming in. Tomorrow.
Sharon had zero respect left for the Triskellion, and when she looked up at the old SSR logo that she had haphazardly leaned against a wall, she shook her head, this was the new SHIELD alright. She even heard someone using a typewriter. She turned around. Of course it was Tiger. She looked at her watch. "Don't you ever sleep?" she asked for the hundredth time.
"I sleep when you do." he answered not looking up from whatever it was he was typing.
"Nope. What's with the crates?"
"Operation Sharon goes to a beach while the rest of you little shits get off scot free is a no go," she said with a small smile.
"Operation Jesus Christ."
"Whatever. It's my own fault, I attempted to put some affairs in order, apparently I sounded worrisome. I can see the points. Main panicked. Captain Rogers is worried. He's going to try and help," there. Just like ripping off a band-aid. And it got Tiger to look up from the clack clack clack CLING ZIIIIP of the typewriter.
"Is he now? And the rest of the Avengers? You do know we don't have the kind of money for the kind of damage they cause, Agent Carter?"
"I do. But I don't think it will be a problem. If it turns out like last time, I'm guessing we'll just have the feds chasing SHIELD and I'll still get to lay on a beach when it's all said and done. Main promised me a cabana boy." Keeping spirits bright.
"Good. Tell her I want one too, Agent 32 turned himself in today, as planned - which was part of the plan no matter what, but I will send a note to 48 and 10 and tell them to hold off until we see Captain lovely eyes and what he's got to say on the subject. So," he looked up again. "The pelican crates. Are you debriefing. Or are the crates?"
"None. I want everything sent over on a thumb drive. Including my dossier. All of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. And yours, including that selfie you took with him, where you blinked. Anything that isn't scanned yet, get it scanned, I want it over there by noon tomorrow." And she was not kidding. And she also wasn't leaving,
Her plan hadn't always been just to fake the death and get out of dodge. She knew if she went down on their terms, she'd take everyone down with her. If she went down on hers, these people had a chance. She hoped they still did, she believed they still might. She would just need some time to work out how.
She went to sit at her desk, which was not in an office, but still a bit more separated before Tiger came by and handed her whatever he had been working on on the ridiculous typewriter. "What is this?"
"Just some things to think about when you tell everyone there's been a slight change in plans. We all knew there would be. It's the nature of the beast, boss. And don't worry. The beach is always still just around the corner, right?" Sharon sighed. And wasn't so sure. And still wasn't convinced the new plan of action whatever it turned out to be wouldn't get her and everyone here killed, or worse, but Tiger was optimistic. And she liked optimistic.