You’re freakin’ me about a l- …first day? …Do you think today’s your first day? Y’know what, why don’t you tell me over breakfast.[Skeptical] I don’t flake out Six hours into the job… But I’ve got a break…
Four. [Puts his hands back in his pockets]
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m!A: Over
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Phil was pissed. It would, however, take a goddamn miracle worker to sort out the shitstorm that became his life. He shifted straighter to do some damage control, to smooth out everything with a few well-placed statements, when he looked up.He was in for it now. Phil’s lips only got that thin when Nick truly fucked up.
Drumming against his desk, just a one-two rhythm that set his teeth on edge, he regarded one of his oldest friends. “Bullshit.”
“Yeah. It is bullshit.” All of it. Whatever it was. Perhaps it was about time to define it.
The thought of Nick using words on other agents, other people— That was fine. They both knew that dance. It was when they were sharing it with each other that Phil accepted and loathed the hypocrisy of it all. Spies being friends. It was more exhausting than being enemies.
M!A Muse says yes to an Angel for 2 days!
His scaled shivered as his form shifted into a rattler. It was an easier way to show his annoyance with the archangel. “It was a trick and you know it.”
“A ‘yes’, nonetheless.” The angel reminded him. “Why is the matter of such concern to you, serpent?”
…God, I hope I didn’t hear you correctly.[Glances over him] Are you in on something I’m not?
No. Oh, Jesus, you got Gray’d. [scrubs a hand down his face]
Now there’s something that doesn’t sound healthy.
M’sure you’ll be workin’ with him for a long time. [He hitches his shoulders in a shrug] You’ll be up close and personal with the stars. Don’t worry about that.Psychic now too?
[He grins] Classified.
[Phil tsk’s lightly, shaking his head in amusement] So what do you do around here, when it’s not top secret.
You seem to know your ins and outs. Been an agent long?
It’s complicated. Field for about five, and the equivalent of a level one paper pusher for two. But my favorite handler insists on calling me ‘Junior’ still. *laughs*
.You are strikingly young looking, whatever your age may be.
Worked with Fury, right? [He grins, unable to help himself though it’s strange to hear this Coulson and not his] My story’s classified, but the stars are nice.[He arches a brow] Yeah, I did. Still do at the moment. It’s been him and me for awhile now. [His next smile is aimed upwards a bit] Too bad the city lights are so bright. But I didn’t expect anything less of New York.
M’sure you’ll be workin’ with him for a long time. [He hitches his shoulders in a shrug] You’ll be up close and personal with the stars. Don’t worry about that.
Psychic now too?
Gambling’s against protocol. [He smirks down at the sentence anyway] Handler, huh? I don’t see myself corralling a bunch of fellow agents anytime soon. I’m here for the field.
It’s also the greatest form of amusement here. You’ll learn, you should see the betting pool we have going about biggest nuisance. *grins tucking the paper away* That’s what you say now, but the field isn’t exactly a good place for survival rates and handling isn’t too bad.
You seem to know your ins and outs. Been an agent long?
Worked with Fury, right? [He grins, unable to help himself though it’s strange to hear this Coulson and not his] My story’s classified, but the stars are nice.
[He arches a brow] Yeah, I did. Still do at the moment. It’s been him and me for awhile now. [His next smile is aimed upwards a bit] Too bad the city lights are so bright. But I didn’t expect anything less of New York.
I’ll get used to it. It’s a big agency. I’d like to stick around.
Ya know, I reckon you will. Know what? We should make a bet. 100 bucks says that you become a handler here someday. We on? *scribbles out ‘$100 on Coulson becoming a handler’ on a piece of paper, adding his signature and raising an eyebrow at Coulson and offering him the pen*
Gambling’s against protocol. [He smirks down at the sentence anyway] Handler, huh? I don’t see myself corralling a bunch of fellow agents anytime soon. I’m here for the field.
Nah, he’s pretty busy. He won’t care.Alright, show me the ropes then, Senior.
Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself first, Agent? [He turns to walk, gesturing with his head for Phil to follow] Food on base suck. Lesson number one.
[Keeps up stride calmly] Ranger trained. Ranked Lieutenant before the transfer over. Sunsets aren’t too bad but I prefer my long walks on the beach during starrier nights. You?
M!A First Day
“That usually happens after people are introduced, though you keep calling me Captain instead of Sally like I ask.”
She tilted her head in confusion. “Did you forget me or something, sir?”
“No! How could I?” The calm mask over his excitement is thinning by the second. “I’d remember if I met Sally Rogers in the flesh. It’s an honor.”
[Smiles] Appreciated. Bit hard to get a straight answer out of anyone here.
That’s pretty common trait here, I’m afraid. *smiles wryly*
I’ll get used to it. It’s a big agency. I’d like to stick around.
