"ɴɪᴄᴋ ғᴜʀʏ" (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shapeshifted) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} avengers_logs,@ 2019-08-17 17:24:00 |
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What: Getting a new reading assignment from the boss
When: Last Friday (yesterday)
Where: SHIELD HQ
Rating: Green
Status: Complete
| There was never a dull moment working for SHIELD and Darcy was enjoying every minute of it. Sure, it was a little nerve wracking to know that her friends were out there putting themselves in harm’s way for the greater good, but it was also exciting to be part of the team that was making things better for others. She got back from lunch and checked her email before poking her head into Fury’s office. “Hey, boss,” she said with a grin. “Anything major happening out in the world or you think we might have a quiet couple of days?” At least she was used to getting random wake up calls from her time with Jane. *** Conversely, Talos believed there could be dull moments working for SHIELD. He had the experience, shall we say, since he’d spent some time as Keller - but that was a different era, when the internet was still dial-up (even if SHIELD had been ahead of the game in the tech arena) and people still used those maps that folded in and out like an accordion; GPS was a ways off yet. He’d been fascinated with the way the world evolved and changed though - Earth was an interesting planet, he’d admit that. Not many of the Skrulls wanted to stay (uh, because humanity was clearly going to destroy the planet in a few years anyway, so why get cozy?) but it was still intriguing to visit. Like now. Doing a favor for a friend, so he could have a vacation. No big deal. After Fury left, things had been stable and Talos kept it that way - he checked in with agents, made assignments, monitored intelligence. Right now he was browsing Pinterest for wedding cake recipes since he’d kind of promised he’d do an agent’s nuptial thing - Fury was gonna love that one, heh. Then one chocolate brown eye focused sharply on Darcy - who was Fury’s assistant, apparently. The girl was strange but kinda spunky. Interesting to him, in the way most Terrans were. His computer screen was facing him, but he closed the Pinterest browser anyway. Can’t ever be too careful. If everyone at SHIELD found out that Fury enjoyed making shit like meringue in his spare time, he’d never hear the end of it. Talos loved his friend like a brother too much to subject him to the teasing. “I’ve got my eye on Kree sleeper cell activity but things are stable for now,” he responded - with dry humor, got my eye on, ha. “So, Ms. Lewis, it seems like we may be able to have a quiet couple of days. Why, you’re bored already after the floods?” *** “Nah, I’m not bored,” Darcy assured him. “I just wanted to know if I was safe to plan a weekend of wild debauchery or if I might get called back in to work.” She was only half kidding about the weekend of wild debauchery. Since her arrival here, with Jane’s illness and adjusting to the whole alternate universe thing, she’d been pretty well behaved and she was ready to cut loose and have some fun. She wasn’t sure if Quill would be down for joining her or not, but she was going to ask him. And even if he wasn’t, she’d be fine on her own. “I haven’t read much about the Kree,” she admitted, flopping into the empty chair in front of her boss’s desk, sideways, with her legs up over one of the arms. “What’s their deal?” *** Oh boy. Did she have a few hours to listen to Talos bitch about how fuckin’ awful the Kree were? Probably not, so he - as Fury - would keep it succinct. Though interesting way to sit in the boss’s office, young lady. One brow skirted upward over the eyepatch at that crash into the chair. “They’re a militaristic, humanoid race of aliens from the planet Hala,” he began. “We have plenty of files on them here in SHIELD - given their past of destroying planets that did not submit to the rule of their empire. They also created the Inhuman race because of their experiments.” He clicked around on his computer some, a few taps here and there. “Just sent you the files - it’s your newest reading assignment. I’ll need more than one eye on the sleeper cell activity.” *** Was that a joke? Darcy wasn’t entirely sure and despite her casual attitude towards pretty much everything, even she knew better than to mock Nick Fury for only having one eye. “Cool,” she said. “I’ll read the files ASAP.” Sounded more interesting than celebrity gossip at least. “Don’t think I’ve heard of Inhumans,” she said, trying to remember if that had been in any of the files she’d read a few years back. “I read through all the files Nat and Steve dumped on the internet, back when the HYDRA thing came out.” Even then, she’d suspected that they hadn’t released everything though. *** “They’re a race of people whose DNA has been altered by Kree fuckery. As such, they go through a process called Terrigenesis which brings out their extra abilities,” Or maybe Darcy would. She had some odd tastes. “While you’re here - “ He should probably ask to like, give a crap. Darcy had proven herself during the mission with the floods (Talos hadn’t been there but he could pull up the memory from Fury’s recent vault) so she was doing more than just running to Starbucks for coffee now. Though he could really go for a coffee, come to think of it. One of those caramel macchiatos. “Everything’s going fine with the job? You want more of something, less of something?” He just wanted to make sure. Doubtful the real Fury wanted his assistant to quit - they’d probably have to kill her in that case. She knew too much (kiiiiiidding). *** Darcy was pretty sure she didn’t want to see people emerging from cocoons. Though it depended on how dangerous those people were and how gross the process was. It surprised her when he asked about her job satisfaction though. She was definitely not expecting that. “Uh, everything’s good,” she said with a shrug, shifting her legs so the right was crossed over the left. “I mean, who wouldn’t want more money and less hours?” She didn’t mind the workload though. It wasn’t too overwhelming and the work was largely interesting. Plus there were always a ton of hot people hanging around and she appreciated the eye candy. *** More money, less hours - yeah, ain’t no way he was promising that. Talos didn’t really care but he was pretty sure Fury didn’t want him making any HR decisions involving cash flow. So he would have to refrain from being SHIELD Santa disguised as the Director. “Dream big, Ms. Lewis,” he smirked, shifting in his chair to lean forward with his hands folded on the desk instead. “Now, if there’s nothing else? I’ve got a curry bun with my name on it.” He hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and Talos hated curry buns - they made the whole office smell like either hot garbage or spicy turmeric sweat for the rest of the day, but Fury loved the damn things so he had to look the part. And not be sucking down a Slurpee for lunch five days a week. *** “Nope, enjoy your lunch, boss,” she said, swinging her legs to the floor and standing up so she could go back to her own desk. “I might duck out a little early since things are quiet at the moment.” She figured that he wouldn’t really care about her hours all that much as long as her work got done. *** “Good to know - there will be a quiz about those Kree and Inhuman files later,” Talos replied, with mock sternness as Darcy left the office. Nick-o was the type to make a joke and have it not be obvious it was a joke, so, he played off of that well. Was he kidding? Only time would tell... |