angie johnson takes no shit (angelinaj) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-05 16:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent phil coulson, sharon carter |
Who: Agent Coulson and Sharon Carter
When: November 10, lunch time
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Sharon sees a ghost
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete when posted
Coulson was sitting in what was quickly becoming his favorite coffee shop, near where he lived. It was small, quaint and served excellent coffee which was always important. He survived on coffee. If he didn’t he would never get any of his paper work done and then the bosses would be breathing down his back even more than they already were. He had connected to the mobile wireless that he carried around with him and had just submitted his latest report on the dreams trying to keep his personal opinion out of it but he was starting to realize that the facts were undeniable - they were true, they had to be. With that done, he continued to work on some other reports while sipping slowly at his drink ignoring the others around him. Sharon Carter tried different coffee shops, depending on where she was and what she was doing that day. Today, she’d been dropping off some paperwork over at one of the Agency’s other offices, so she was at a coffee shop that wasn’t usual for her. She headed in through the front door and passed by Coulson’s desk. Without thinking, she greeted him with a respectful “Agent Coulson,” and then stepped into line to order her coffee. It wasn’t until a moment later that she realized a) Agent Coulson was dead. And b) Agent Coulson was a character from her Dreams. She turned to look at him once more, a shocked and confused expression on her features. Coulson, looked up and saw someone he didn’t recognize so he assumed they had seen his post on the network where they introduced himself. “Hello,” he said with a nod. “That would be me,” he replied. “Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked curiously. Her reaction was interesting and it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to him recently. He was starting to think that this place was rather odd. These things happened far too often and it was slightly disconcerting. He was sure in time that he would get get used to it though, but for now they continually caught him unaware. He thought that he might recognize her from the network but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, though it would explain how she knew him. Sharon’s eyes were wide as she stared at him. She’d worked for SHIELD, been stationed next door to Steve Rogers, she’d bumped into Agent Coulson in the Dreams… but this was weird. She’d never seen him in Real Life. It was like seeing a ghost. “Uh… no. Sorry. I just… you looked familiar.” Sharon said. “Good coffee? This is my first time here, so…” Lame, Sharon. How on Earth did she survive working undercover? Yes, Orange County was definitely a strange place in Coulson’s mind. “Which of course explains how you know my name,” he said with a shrug. “Coffee’s good. Had better but definitely not the worst out there,” he told her. “You look rather pale, did you want to take a seat? I can order your coffee for you if you wish too?” That was genuine concern for her, she did look awfully pale and he would hate for her to faint on his behalf. “...right.” Sharon said, raising an eyebrow, then mumbled under her breath, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She swallowed, and then moved to sit down at his table. “...thanks.” Besides, spending time with Agent Coulson? Awesome. She couldn’t say no to that. “You’re very kind. Just… a coffee and a bagel.” She held out a five dollar bill to him. “I don’t know, I’ve come across some very odd things while I’ve been here,” he said thinking of everything. “Plus I am on the network too,” he reminded her. “No problem though,” he said taking the bill and going up to order for her. Coming back a few moments later he passed them and the change over to her. “I hope that helps.” Sharon raised an eyebrow, but remained silent when he went up and grabbed her order for her. Then she stirred some cream and sugar from the table into her coffee. “What sort of weird things?” She asked. “I mean, the Network’s all full of weird things. Valarnet, right? It’s bizarre.” “That is true,” Coulson agreed with the nods. “I have to admit the dreams were rather surprising,” he said simply, watching Sharon to see how she reacted to it. “Otherwise people just seem to recognize me when I don’t know them,” he said simply thinking of his encounter with Stark just the other day. “The Dreams?” Sharon asked, looking cautiously intrigued. “You’ve had Dreams? Strange ones in this place? Like they talk about on Valarnet?” He must not have gotten to the point where she joined SHIELD. If he’d remember her at all. He might not. “Not personally,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’ve seen enough though that I’ve come to the conclusion that they have to be real though. With the amount of people, the details and some of the things that have appeared here it just can’t be a coincidence, a hallucination or even some sort of joke,” he reasoned to her. Sharon nodded, listening. She’d had tons of these Dreams, and she wasn’t sure what to make of them herself. But she knew that the mornings after her Dreams she woke up with more knowledge, more expertise. She was glad for the Dreams. They’d been good to her. But she knew that some people weren’t so lucky. “What do you think about the things that seem to appear in this world from the Dreams?” She asked. Coulson pondered that for awhile before responding. “I admit, if I hadn’t seen any in person I would find it hard to believe, perhaps consider it to be a lie. Even now I still have trouble believing it but having seen it with my own eyes…” he admitted to her. “What did you see with your own eyes?” Sharon asked, leaning in a bit. She was curious, to say the least. And it was pretty awesome to be sitting there with Agent Coulson, so she was way into this conversation. “Things that looked like they had come from years into the future,” he admitted. “Some from another planet entirely,” he admitted. “It was just odd truthfully,” he admitted with a shrug. “Huh.” Sharon hadn’t seen anything like that. Not with her own eyes, at least. She’d heard some things, and read a bunch of stuff on the net, but hadn’t actually seen it all herself. There were weird things--hallucinations, et cetera--but that was… weird. Not real. Could all be chalked up to something in the water. (“Something in the water”?? Seriously, Sharon?) “I’m pretty skeptical about it all still. I’m not sure what to believe.” Even though she worked for the Agency, and they were exceptionally good at covering these things up. Phil nodded, “I understand that. Even seeing it I probably am still rather skeptical but it is interesting to think about it at least,” he admitted. “May I ask if you dream? I understand if you don’t want to answer, it is a rather personal question,” he said. Coulson’s biggest problem was that he was fairly curious about pretty much everything. While it was a good trait to have most of the time in his line of work it did get him in trouble at times too. Of course, this situation was one where it could easily backfire on him too. “Weird that that question holds a completely different connotation here than it holds in different places. I think the difference might be a capital D versus a lower case d.” Sharon shrugged her shoulders. She lifted the coffee cup to sip from it, and set it back down again. “...I do dream. Dream with a capital D, I guess. Yes. I’ve been dreaming for some months now.” “I suppose that is one way of explaining the difference. I found when people mention Dreams they mean those sort of ones,” he said putting the emphasis on the D on purpose. “What’s it like? I mean I’ve talked to some people and I get the feeling that it’s odd but I don’t like prying too much, especially over the network. Like I said though if you want to not answer any of the questions that’s fine. I’m always told I’m far too curious,” he said with a shrug. “At least, people around here do.” Sharon said, and shrugged her shoulders. “My dreams are a lot like my real life. Slight differences here and there. There are superheroes in my dreams--real people with superhuman abilities. I’m not one of them.” She added quickly. “Though, I work with one.” “True, it does seem to be that way.” It was odd and something he did plan to look into further but from what he could tell everyone or nearly everyone did dream these alternative dreams. “That’s interesting, I think I would like to live in that world,” he told her. It sounded interesting. “Would be interesting to be one for that matter.” Sharon grinned. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. The superhero thing, I mean. I’ve got a lot of respect for one of them. I look up to him.” She nearly blushed. Nearly. And then raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t had any weird dreams, then? I mean, a lot of people do. It wouldn’t be that weird if you did.” “I can imagine that. I read a lot of comic books when I was younger, actually still do,” he admitted, “so I get looking up to them.” He really did. “No, not of the moment. In some ways I’m envious of those who do,” he admitted with a shrug. “Just feels like I’m missing out on something.” That brought a laugh out in Sharon. “Really? I never would have guessed you to be a comic book geek. Batman? That sort of thing? I always thought Wonder Woman was pretty awesome.” She admitted, then sipped from her coffee cup. Of course, to him she didn’t know him from Adam, but to Sharon she knew him well enough to know his obsession with Captain America. It came from her dreams. “Nah, it’s not something to be envied.” But then her phone started to beep. She pulled it from her pocket and glanced at the screen. “Ah, work calls. I gotta run. But it was really nice chatting with you, Agent Coulson.” “Indeed, Batman and pretty much everyone he admitted and of course,” he said with a smile. “It was lovely meeting you and perhaps I shall see you again,” he replied before letting her go. |