Jasper Sitwell (goingcommando) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2015-01-20 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !afterearth, z: om1: !closed, z: om1: character: janet van dyne, z: om1: character: jasper sitwell, z: om1: location: dyson sphere |
Lit
Characters: Jan, Jasper, OTA
Setting: S.H.I.E.L.D. control nodule, Equatorial Sphere
Content: Prob a space quickie. Sorry not sorry.
Summary: In charge of Avengers Omega, the Wasp has to establish some boundaries and create goals and figure out just what the hell being an Avenger means without a planet.
Pertinent people had to know, in the end, what exactly had happened to Sitwell. It didn't seem like a time for secrets, when the world as they knew it had ended and a new world order had to be established. Besides, it felt good, safe and right to be 'Sitwell' again, back on the front lines with S.H.I.E.L.D. behind him to rely on and to support. What anyone outside of S.H.I.E.L.D. had to know was another matter altogether. It was probably best Sitwell hadn't had the correct moment to discuss the decision with Captain Rogers since their arrival.
Director Fury and his unit knowing Sitwell's dual identity didn't mean he got to spend much time in public without the cowl, even walking the halls of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters (on a space station. Next to the sun). Sitwell hardly noticed it anymore, wearing the costume much like he had his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform like a second skin, turning readily when someone called out "Cap!" An agent came jogging across the intake unit, waving to make sure he caught the Avenger's attention and panting by the time he caught up, holding up a finger for Captain America to give him a second to recover. "Wasp is looking for you. Said she would be 'training'?" the agent tried, both hands up then for air quotes and hopeful that Cap understood the vague instruction.
"Thank you," Sitwell nodded to some visible relief from the agent, but turned back the way he had been going, looking toward the door of the interview room he had been headed toward. "I just have to..."
"Not to worry," the agent assured him, spreading his palm flat on the nearest wall. The surface rippled and gave a soft chime, confirming his clearance level and offering a selection of files on deck along that nodule. With a tap, he called forward Room F and the suspect inside, the latest video capture looping seamlessly over his uncomfortable shifting on his broken leg. "I've been briefed, I can get him to talk in 2," the agent continued confidently, circling and then swiping away the flashing countdown at 3 minutes, 40 seconds at the corner of the file tracking the approach of the medical team.
"Good luck, Agent," Cap encouraged with a quick salute before heading quickly back the way the agent had come.
Getting used to this new 'home' wasn't as easy as the uniform. To Sitwell, it was only 'home' inasmuch as he slept there, his family was nearby, and for all intents and purposes everything he knew was there. But there was also a lot he didn't know, and didn't particularly care to get comfortable with, and would rather leave behind to return to solid ground. A few weeks ago, he found he could ask his room to simulate the smell of a spring shower, wet asphalt mixed with freshly cut grass and musky earth. It made his mouth water and his gut ache, realizing that he had forgotten so quickly what that smell was and how he had to ask for it, never expecting rain. He told himself it wasn't the same, that he could taste the chemicals on the back of his throat, not because he could but because he resented it.
Jan was in the lower training facility, where they had first discussed Avengers Omega and integration into S.H.I.E.L.D. and she had tested his strength in zero gravity and laughed at his inability to cope with weightlessness-- as though they were all as used to flying as she was. Sitwell thought he had done pretty good for a lowly mammal. He did have more than his fair share of flying experience, only he never had wings and landings didn't come so easily to him. He was shrugging the shield off of his back before the doors slid open, carrying it easily by one strap as he took his first cautious steps inside.