Maria Hill ~ Acting Director (shield_2ic) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-05 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | agent coulson, maria hill |
Who: Coulson and Maria
Where: New York
When: 5/3 [backdate]
What: Phone call!
Rating: Safe for work
She was dead tired. Her Helicarrier was floating outside the New York harbor, just as battered as she was. They'd been able to set down, and at least they floated. But she didn't know when they'd be able to get the engines fully working again. She hated being grounded.
She had to stay nearby, because she was still in command. It just wasn't as urgent to have her on the deck when everyone was in stand-down after the attacks; anyone who had liberty or leave coming had cashed it, and she wouldn't even need to be on hand to discipline them when they came back. No one was going to misbehave after pulling through that battle.
It was a similar impulse - little though she wanted to acknowledge it - that had her sitting on her bed in her bleak quarters on her wounded ship emptying of everyone besides a skeleton staff and picking up her phone to call Coulson. "Coulson, is your couch occupied?" she asked.