Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-08 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, sharon carter, steve rogers |
Who: Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers
When: Ehhhhh soonish - late night
Where: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mobile quarantine unit in Manhattan
What: Oh you know. Feels and stuff.
Warnings: Zombies?
No one would ever call Agent Thirteen's life boring. Certainly not her, and it seemed things would never calm down. The past week alone had been trying on her nerves, but she was powering through. Steve in her guest room, chaos in the streets. Just another day for Sharon Carter. However the long day had turned to a very late night. She had made the rounds to each of the mobile quarantine facilities to oversee set up and ensure that things were running as smoothly as they were supposed to.
She'd been keeping in consistent contact with Steve, and the nerds, to get things as coordinated as possible. Things were falling apart, and quickly. But under Sharon's supervision they were being put back together with every available SHIELD resource. Other teams were en route - and her phone was glued to one ear, with her comm in the other briefing every team leader she appointed. The Avengers were doing what they could, but they were not immune - and Sharon had promised Steve a team. This was what had her back at the main quarantine site in Manhattan as a dozen black SUVs arrived with men and women filing out of them like a line of ants waiting to be told what to do. Just how she liked them.
Sharon had been traveling via helicopter, so she hadn't had to deal with the traffic or the crowds on the street, it got her where she needed to be quickly and easily. But once on the ground - things were less quick and easy. The quarantine was a stark white tent lit up with lights so bright it could have been daytime at each location. Hazmat crews, medical personnel, crowd control, and a sea of black vehicles surrounded the place.
Sharon had asked for the best, riot control, hazmat experts, biological threat experts, soldiers, she had asked for the best of all of them. She had told Steve to meet her here, and she was in the process of debriefing the line of people she was sending to assist the Avengers. She spoke loudly, clearly, and firmly, the last order they were taking from SHIELD was that they were now taking orders from Captain Rogers, if they looked a bit scared and excited at the prospect, she didn't notice. She expected professionalism, and she expected Steve to tell her if he didn't get it.
Once she was finished, she turned on her heel and walked toward the mobile command center while a slightly wet behind the ears, but eager, agent handed out all of the information they had to the team she'd left for Steve. She told the agent to let her know when Captain America arrived, or to send him her way when he did. She closed the door behind her and got to work on barking out orders to the men at the consoles in the oversized vehicle. It wasn't ten minutes before heard a knock on the door.