Agent Maria Hill (by_the_book) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-05-29 13:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, carson beckett (firstdonoharm), ~2017 may, ~40 points, ~~~maria hill (by_the_book) |
Who: Maria Hill & OPEN
What: Agent Hill paying respects
When: Memorial Day
Where: By the lake
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open
Maria Hill had served in the armed forces. It was a brief stint before she was tapped for special ops training with the CIA. That had been even briefer since she had caught the eye of Nick Fury who then recruited her for SHIELD. She had seen her fair share of fallen comrades in all three sectors of service.
She didn’t have her military uniform anymore, not even back home. She had arrived here in her SHIELD uniform. Even though it wouldn’t be recognized, or possibly frowned upon, Maria’d had it cleaned and pressed. Today wasn’t about her or Methos. It wasn’t about what slights she was harboring. All of it was put aside for today, but she wouldn’t join any of the parties, cookouts or barbeques. She had her own little ritual that she did to remember those that fell in the line of duty, whatever branch of service they’d been in.
Agent Hill looked like she’d just stepped off of a helicarrier in her uniform and her hair pulled back into a regimental bun. Her mind recalled the names and faces of the SHIELD agents that had died under her and Fury’s authority as she crouched by the shore of the lake in the park. She had made a simple paper lantern to float on the water, but instead of a real candle she placed an LED votive inside then set it adrift on the water’s surface.
Straightening up, she watched the lantern drift out. A solemn expression settled on her face as she didn’t quite stand at attention, hands clasped behind her back. A hope for peace went from her on that little paper raft. It was meant for the spirits of the fallen soldiers, but there was a part of her that hoped she’d find some for herself as well.
[*Lyrics: Dropkick Murphys – Green Fields of France]