Re: Vistors - Maria Hill
She got the text, and Maria spent the next eight or so hours praying that there would be something nasty happening in the world. Not crisis, not the end of the world, but something thoroughly messy and tangled that would require her attention and presence for the next, oh, year. A Congressional committee making any kind of noise should do the trick.
But it ended up being a quiet, normal day, and the Helicarrier was even close enough to Gotham to make it not an impractical visit. She thought about dragging Phil along as a shield, thought about Phil being around babies, and sucked it up. These were her friends. They had been delighted to have a baby. She could be happy that everything had gone well and that they were happy - it wasn't even a stretch.
She was halfway to the hospital before she realized she needed a gift. Swearing, she had the thought to buy a bottle of whiskey, since that seemed a good idea and an appropriate celebratory gesture, but, fuck, what if Dinah still couldn't do booze? Wasn't that a thing for the immediate time after? Why hadn't she grabbed a baby- a junior agent to give her a briefing?
Her second idea was probably better, anyways, though after she picked it up, she second-guessed herself all the way to the hospital. Since when was this a part of her life?
She'd been planning on dropping the gift-bag off somewhere, but apparently, she'd gotten here after the family rush and was allowed to actually stick her head in - not literally. "Hey," she said quietly as she crossed to the foot of the bed. "You..." she studied Dinah a moment, sitting up but more harrowed than she'd looked when she was on the run during Luthor's presidency. "You look like you really want to be out of the hospital."