Who: Aramis and Sharon Carter When: Circa Sept 26 Where: The Agency What: Briefing over coffee Rating/Warnings: Low/None (will update if necessary) Status: Complete when posted
It’d been pretty cut and dry. Sharon was actually quite pleased with the way the mission had been run. She, Athos and D’Artagnan each played their part quite well, and the whole thing took about twelve hours. It was an all-nighter, though, and she was still recovering. So, coffee.
She gave a little sigh and rubbed her eyes as she sat in the break room at the Agency, a mug of hot coffee sitting in front of her on the table.
Over the last little while, Aramis’s mood surrounding work had been going downhill. He wasn’t even at work yet. Not really. He was still recovering from surgery enough to be able to return to the office, but he popped in to keep on top of his things. He was getting sick of paperwork. After grabbing a new stack of papers, and putting them in a bag slung over his good shoulder, he decided he wanted to grab some chocolate, so he went to the break room to hit up the vending machine.
When he saw Sharon, he raised his eyebrows. “Don’t look so thrilled to be here.”
Sharon lifted her hand to stifle a yawn. It didn’t do anything to make her look less tired. “...mission last night. It went well, but I didn’t get much sleep.” She explained. Then lifted the coffee to breathe in its scent. “How’s your recovery coming along?”
“Ah, yes, that’s right.” Aramis still felt a bit sore about the subject and being unable to tag along. He was becoming less and less enamoured with the idea of the agency, and was, at times, considering what it might be worth to try and get reinstated back at the CIA. “I’m glad to hear things went all right with it.”
He gave a one-armed shrug as he investigated the vending machine. “It’s coming. I’ve started physical therapy. Fortunately I’m a stubborn bastard so I don’t think it’ll keep me down for long.”
“Can’t keep a good man down, and all that.” Sharon said, and lifted a hand to cover her mouth while she yawned. And filling out the paperwork on the mission from last night was really boring. She shrugged her shoulders. “It was pretty boring. In and out, said and done.” Honestly, after the Dreams, she’d sort of been hoping for a little more excitement.
“Well, good. I can’t have you lot running around and having all the fun. Don’t tell Athos and D’Artagnan I’ve said so, but in our dreams I seem to be the most efficient of the lot.” Aramis gave her an amused smirk. He got himself a bag of M&Ms and, because he thought it was funny and also delicious, a 3 Musketeers bar.
It was funny. And delicious. Sharon grinned as she watched him at the vending machine, then kicked out a chair at the table opposite hers so he could sit. “Definitely not. Don’t tell Athos and D’Artagnan I’ve said so,” she repeated after him, breaking into a very playful smirk, “but you’re the one I’d choose to help out if the shit were to hit the fan on a routine mission. Not that I think either of them wouldn’t be able to handle themselves, I just think you’ve got more… style.” She gave him a wink. The coffee was kicking in.
Aramis couldn’t help but looked pleased. It was true, they all had very specific skills and each of them were very good at what they did. But Aramis, now having dreamt another set of separate events, would be lying if he said he didn’t feel he was more well-rounded. Certainly, if anything, he was more ruthless. “You flatter me, you know,” he said. Not that he minded. He opened the bag of M&Ms and offered some over. “I do have a certain degree of panache.”
Sharon grinned. "I know." And she reached into the bag to tug out a couple of M&Ms. "Doesn't mean it's not true." Sharon added. She wasn't really flirting, but she was fond of Aramis. He was charming. Sharon liked having him around. "Next mission, you'll be my go-to. As soon as you're healed up. Any idea how long it's gonna take?" She asked, then lifted her coffee cup to sip. Mmm. Coffee and M&Ms. Best combo ever.
“If I had it my way, I’d be out doing things tomorrow. But I can’t lift this arm past a certain point yet, and it’d be nice to make sure I can shoot a gun with both hands again.” He popped some candies into his mouth, looking thoughtful. “Hopefully no later than the end of the month.”
“I’m sure you can come up with things to keep yourself occupied between now and then. There’s always intel and comm work. Support for those in the field.” Sharon suggested. “That’s important work, too, even if it doesn’t involve shooting.”
Aramis just gave her a look. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a team player. He was, in the sense that he had become very good at working in small, special ops groups. But he craved excitement and he was, admittedly, overly ambitious. Intel and comm work did not do it for him. “I think I’ll leave that for people who don’t have many other options.”
Sharon snorted into her cup of coffee. “Well.” She couldn’t help but grinning. Of course, she felt very similarly. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if their positions were reversed. She’d probably have felt incredibly useless. “Hopefully you’ll be back out in the field before you know it. The mission was cut and dry. Really quite boring.”
“Mm,” he agreed. Eating down the rest of the M&Ms, Aramis sighed and stood up. “Well, I should head home before Porthos starts to fret. Let me know when the next mission is. I’ll make sure it’s exciting.” Aramis gave Sharon a wink.
Sharon chuckled. She lifted a hand and gave him a playful salute. “Will do. Try not to go too stir crazy.” She had to get back to work, too. The boring kind. The paperwork kind.