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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 17:28:01 GMT -7
Fitz actually expected something like that to be said about him if he was honest. He could take another look over the thing but he was sure that the results would still be the same. It wasn't of Earth origin.
But he was actually glad to know they would be going back stateside embed ore long even if it would be eight hours. That meant that agent Clarke had another four hours of sleep before they started their return to HQ. Once he had passed it over he never wanted to see the thing again. It had caused too much trouble for their team even if it was dormant right now.
He patted the back of caesar's chair before he looked back towards the cottage. "I'm sorry about the hassle I gave you earlier" he said and brought his eyes over to look at Caesar. "What you're doing on this mission is nothing to do with me" he admitted with a smile before standing up straight.
Jemma had put the black SHIELD bag on the floor and away from them. It was better to distance themselves from the thing rather than pick it apart. If it was alien then it was something different, if not then it was even fooling Fitz's tech. Something that didn't happen every day. She moved out the dining room and into the kitchen to see if there was anything good to eat when he heard Emily's voice coming from the bedroom. That was impossible the older agent should be fast asleep but she moved to the bedroom door anyway and opened it to see that she did have her eyes open. "You should be resting"
Emily gave a pained smile. "Tell that to my cell phone" she muttered and nudged her head towards the phone that was dancing across the bedside cupboard.
"Do you want me to get Caesar?" She asked softly and crossed her arms over her chest.
"If he's asleep then leave him" she smiled softly this time. "But I could do with a drink if there anything"
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 17:51:51 GMT -7
Eight hours wasn't a lot of time. Not really. But Caesar resigns himself to the order and switches off the comm, eyes glancing towards the fuel gauge. They might have to just chance it. He could do it. He knows he can. He's flown in tighter situations with less fuel and a smoking engine, but they've already been cursed with enough bad luck today. It might be a bad idea to tempt fate.
He lifts his brown eyes to Fitz when the kid pats the back of his chair and speaks, apologizing for something he really didn't need to be sorry for. Caesar gives him an easy smile and a shake of his head. "Don't worry about it. You wouldn't be a SHIELD agent if you didn't ask questions." He admits. He's actually surprised that Fitz didn't ask more. Of all of his interactions with Emily, this had been the least subtle he'd been with her. It's hard to conceal their relationship, when one of them has a bullet hole through their stomach.
"I'll start running prep. See if I can find an airfield out here to refuel before we leave. Get some rest while you can." Caesar tells him, changing the subject back to the tasks at hand. He rubs at his scrape and the headache lingering underneath absent-mindedly once more.
The fuzzy feeling has faded away from his mind, but the slight twist in his stomach still persists. He doesn't know what happened back there. In the cottage. Doesn't know why he'd felt so cold. Maybe the rifle to the head knocked something loose in his skull, maybe it's a concussion fucking with powers he's had since he was a toddler. Maybe it's something wrong. He pushes those thoughts away, and swipes a hand at the navigational system, narrowing his attention on getting out of here.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 18:16:08 GMT -7
Fitz smiled when Caesar said he didn't need to worry about the fact he asked the questions. But he still felt a complete dick that he had wanted to know why he would actually want to be on this mission with them. He was glad that he had been because if it was someone else then they probably would be dead right about now, Agent Clarke along with them. The guards that had been with them was seriously crap and should be kicked out of SHIELD for being complete morons.
He then nodded. "I'll see if I can get Simmons to get some rest too but I think she's too worried about leaving Emily" he admitted but smiled once more anyway and then made his way down the quinjet and out the back before heading back to the cottage.
"What would you like?" Simmons asked Amanda who actually looked a bit more better in the face, that was making her feel a bit better. Caesar might've said that if it wasn't for her then Amanda would've bled out all over the quinjet floor but Jemma still needed to make sure that she was actually okay.
"Something strong?" Emily asked. At the moment she wanted to be able to get back to sleep but it seems like whoever had rang her decided it was best not to disturb her but now she was awake.
Jemma had to laugh. "You know I can't give you anything strong with those pills so it's either water, tea or coffee"
Emily bit down on her lip. "I'm spoilt for choice" she said in a tease before finally saying. "I'll have the water"
"Coming right up" Jemma walked out the room and back to the kitchen before opening up the fridge. There was bottle water in there and grabbed one. For a secret organization they really did have their logo on everything. Cars, quinjets, uniforms and now bottled water. She bet that SHIELD would make a killing off selling the water. Jemma looked up when the front door shut up and she saw Fitz coming back in. "I'll be back in a moment" she said and held up the water before nudging her head towards the bedroom door.
"Oh, just a moment Simmons" Fitz said softly. "We have eight hours to kill so Caesar said to get some rest" he smiled and then walked back towards the dining room. Jemma however walked into Emily's room and handed over the water.
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 18:44:04 GMT -7
Caesar finds an airfield along the coast, the coordinates set in the navigational system and the plan in place. It gives them two hours to relax, grab a quick meal from the ready stock of food available in the cupboards -everything resembling the military rations that Poe always complains about when he opens their packs for missions, all unlikely to expire in the next decade- and even catch an hour nap. Caesar doesn't sleep, though. Despite having been awake for more than twenty-four hours, his body continues running smoothly without the rest, mind working too much to let him settle for just a moment.
They pack the gear back into the quinjet, the staff stored in a black sealed box stacked atop the medical supplies in the hidden compartment on board. The guards are still yawning as Caesar gets the jet refueled, a task that earns him a few wide-eyed stares from the simple Englishman running an airfield meant mostly for small C planes. He pays with a SHIELD credit card, more than they probably charge. And then they're off across the ocean.
Emily sits in the cockpit with him, taking the copilot's position in a chair that's far more comfortable than the ones in the back. She looks better; pale, but better. And Caesar couldn't be happier about that.
"You should try to get more sleep." He tells her, glancing over to her as he flies above the clouds, the sky getting lighter and lighter with each passing second. "We still have four hours on this thing."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 18:59:39 GMT -7
Both Emily and Simmons had sat talking for a while in the bedroom while Fitz decided to get something to eat, only coming in to show Jemma what he had got and then handed them both over some food. Emily had managed only to eat a bit of her food before she pushed the rest away and concentrated on getting in a comfortable position. It wasn't easy and she had spent the last four hours awake and listening to sound of quietness in the cottage. It had felt strange to be somewhere where it was so quiet especially when she was so used to the hustle and bustle of HQ.
Then it was time to go and Fitzsimmons grabbed their gear, Fitz asking Emily if she needed any help but she had declined and said that she could manage. It was a hard task but she finally was able to move without wanting to fall. The quinjet was packed and she looked at the cottage before she boarded the jet with some help. Fitzsimmons were putting their stuff away and taking their seats and Ems sat in the cockpit and was happy to have something more comfortable. Really, this seat felt like the best one she had felt in a while.
Emily looked over at Caesar when he spoke to her and gave him a soft smile. She reached a hand out and gently put it on his arm. "You worrying over there again, Laurent" she said in a tease before she looked back out the front and bit down on her lip. She wanted to fall asleep but her mind kept going over the events of the day and how this mission shouldn't have been sanctioned with this amount of unqualified crew.
Everytime she thought about it, anger seemed to bubble up in her. Her anger at Nick Fury for sending her on this mission. But even after she had been shot the only thing she could think about was getting her hands on it so that the others wouldn't. Now she was starting to wonder if this was actually worth getting shot for because at the moment it really didn't feel worth it.
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 19:19:47 GMT -7
"A little." Caesar replies, teasingly nonchalant. His brown eyes flick back in her direction as a small smile forms around the edges of his mouth. "But seriously," He continues, looking ahead once more. "Most people are in the hospital for a month after getting shot. You got lucky." He admits, even though it doesn't feel like luck. Caesar has never been shot, though that's not to say that he's never been under heavy fire or at the unfriendly end of a firearm, but he knows that even the better circumstances of a bullet wound are still god awful. He's seen men with less gaping wounds in their leg bleed out in two minutes flat, just because the bullet hit the wrong artery in the wrong place at the right time.
In fact, he's seen a lot of people die from a lot of things.
But a gunshot to the stomach is complicated. And dangerous. She might be lucky, but it's nothing to joke around about.
"Consider it mandatory bedrest." He tells her, glancing in her direction once more. "The seats are built for pilots to switch off on long flights. You can recline the seat and there should be a blanket and pillow underneath." He informs her, nudging his chin to the bottom of the chair. "The guards are already passed out, so you should follow suit." Caesar can hear their snores from here, and he imagines that Fitzsimmons are having a lovely time listening to that in close confines.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 19:38:00 GMT -7
Emily looked over at Caesar when he said about most people being in the hospital for a month after being shot. "I know" she said softly and looked back out the window. She really did know, she had been one of those people who were in hospital for a while after getting shot the first time. In fact when she found out that she had been shot the first image that had come to her mind had been him.
Him who had been angry when he found out about her lies. Him who had yelled at her before he fired the shot. Him who had taken something so big away from her that she had felt lost afterwards and sometimes she still did.
Emily came back out of her thoughts and looked back over at Caesar with a soft smile. "Yeah, I think I might" she said and then nodded. The last thing Emily wanted was to get lost in her thoughts about Daniel Grayson and what he had done to her. "Just wake me up when we get back to HQ, I want to give Fury a piece of my mind" she admitted and then grabbed the pillow and blanket, albeit carefully, and then reclined the chair.
She put the pillow behind her and the blanket over her. This was going to probably be a bit uncomfortable for her but at least it restricted her movement and would stop her from pulling her stitches out. "If you need me then just.. wake me up" she said and looked over at him.
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 20:20:18 GMT -7
"I will." Caesar replies to both requests, giving her a reassuring smile. "Couldn't ask for a better copilot." He teases a little, softly, as she settles herself in to rest. He taps a switch on the control panel of the jet, and the front windshield dims to a dark tint, shading the interior of the cockpit from the glaring sun. It eases the strain on his eyes and makes it more comfortable for her. He relaxes back into the pilot's seat, readying himself for the long haul.
He's flown longer missions. Worse missions. He might never have attended the Academy, for reasons he still doesn't really know but has always chalked up to his experience at the Police Academy and years of service, but when he first joined he had been bounced around for a while. Finding a suitable fit. They trained him to fly to add another tick on his chart of qualifications, and when they realized he was good at it, reflexes so quick that even skilled pilots couldn't keep up, they'd put him on less than friendly missions when he was needed. For nearly three years before Poe landed on his doorstep, he'd served as a pilot in crisis situations. He got his own plane, his own uniform, his own damn helmet, until they'd put his skills to other uses.
But flying across the Atlantic is far less exciting, and far more exhausting.
After an hour, the plane is dead silent. Caesar turns his head and glances back over his shoulder, finding both the guards and Fitzsimmons fast asleep. Emily is breathing evenly and deeply at his side, and the only other sound is the quiet whir of the quinjet's engines.
And the hum.
He rolls his neck, focusing his attention back on the open sky and the bottomless drop beneath them, trying to block out the agitating sound. His brown eyes scans the controls and panels and gauges, trying to figure out what the hell's making the noise. But everything looks fine. Great, actually, for a plane that was shot at barely five hours ago. He pushes the thought aside and digs his back into the chair, trying to get comfortable despite the annoyance.
But ten minutes later and his head is killing him.
Frustrated, he flips on autopilot and unbuckles himself from the seat. The plane continues on a steady straight line forward as he shoves himself upwards and silently leaves the cockpit. He walks carefully through the passenger compartment, careful not to wake Fitzsimmons or the guards, but straining to hear where the noise is coming from. It could be anything. A loose panel, a dangling belt, a rattling drawer, but he sees nothing.
He follows the sound all the way to the back of the plane. He opens the hidden compartment with a rough tug, and the hum is suddenly deafening.
"Jesus," He hisses, pressing the heel of his hand to his ear, his skull vibrating with the consistent hum. He grabs the first box, sealed shut and labeled with a cartoon alien smiley-face, and rips off the top.
The humming stops.
Caesar releases a tight breath from his lungs and lowers the hand from his ear, his head pounding even after the noise is gone. The familiar sounds of the plane settle back into place. The guard's snoring, the whir of the repulsor engines, the gentle rush of air ticking from the air conditioning. He furrows his brows, mouth parted and open, and glances towards the others. They all seem undisturbed. Comfortable, actually, and he stares for a long time. Slowly, his brown eyes lower to the box, where the staff sits patiently.
The crease between his dark brows deepens even further. The same feeling of being watched returns, making his skin crawl. But he reaches forward nonetheless. Like something guiding him, forcing him, he places his fingers on the indiscriminate object, skin scrapping across the rough exterior. It's cold. Freezing. His palm wraps around it, gripping it tightly, and he feels the chill all the way to the soles of his feet.
"See." A voice breathes down the back of his neck.
He jerks, dropping the staff and the container with a clatter onto the floor of the plane, body spinning around in a panic.
He stares at the steel wall of the plane, finding nothing but the creeping sensation of being watched. His heart slowly returns to it's normal rhythm, but the pulsing headache remains. "Fucking idiot." He breathes out to himself, rubbing the heel of his hand into his eye and shaking his head once. Caesar turns back to the container after a moment of collecting himself, and slaps the lid back onto the box. He shoves it back into it's place in the hidden compartment, sealing it quickly. The hum doesn't return, and he finds relief flooding through his veins.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 20:49:45 GMT -7
Sometime later Emily is being shaken, gently, awake and she opens her eyes and looks into the face of the most perfect human being she's seen. Either that or she really was high on painkillers. Either way it had come to her attention that they were finally back at HQ and the noise from the back was starting to reach her ears. She could hear Fitzsimmons talking about the fact that they were home and now they could get back to whatever they were doing before being put on this mission. That and getting some food.
That sounded really good to Emily actually.
She slowly got up from her seat, after putting it back in it's original position and bit down on her lip, so maybe she wasn't high on painkillers because she was now starting to feel the pain from her side. It was then that she realised the shirt that she had on was completely ruined so she carefully zipped up her SHIELD jacket and put her hands into the pockets. Emily moved out into the back and looked around to see that the door had already been released and the guards were stepping off. So rude, but she didn't actually expect anything less from two, sorry three, stupid guards that needed to be demoted and put in the Fridge, and not as guards either. As the prisoners.
Emily turned and looked at Fitzsimmons and smiled softly. "Well, I think this is where we part" she actually really liked these two and was sad to know that this would be the last time they would see each other, even if she had teased Simmons back at Retreat about adopting them.
"You going to be alright?" Jemma asked and nudged her head towards Emily's, she had asked her to call her Emily as Amanda felt so foreign to her, side. "And whatever you do, please take it easy, the last thing I want to hear is that you're hurt even worse than that wound"
Emily looked down and scoffed. "I promise I will be fine and I'll take as much time as I can to heal" she brought her eyes up to look at them both, Fitz was giving the orders over to another scientist to be careful with the 084.
"Good" Jemma said and then looked over at Caesar "You take good care of her" she said and pointed at him then smiled softly.
Emily was sure that he would take care of her, but she wasn't going to say that out loud. Plus Simmons seemed to know that there was something going on between her and Caesar but Emily didn't really admit what it was they had, especially when she wasn't sure what it was herself anymore. It had started out as fun, something to help her after her op with Steve and then it just seemed to grow, at least on her part anyway, and now she really didn't know what it was they had. She kept up the pretence that it was just a fling but it felt more than that. She never had the guts to ask him where they were going with this, if they actually were, but one things for sure. They were breaking a hell of a lot of rules for just a fling.
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 21:15:22 GMT -7
Caesar's distracted.
His brown eyes keep finding Fitz as they unload the quinjet and leave it in the hands of the hangar's engineers, arms crossed over his chest and attention solely on the container he's handing over to the Triskelion's scientist. A slight frown tugs at the corners of his mouth as he watches it, not liking the feeling burning in the pit of his stomach. He's felt dread before. Felt fear. But this is something else entirely. Something more potent. Something that leaves a foul taste at the back of his mouth.
And yet he can't stop looking at it.
Simmons voice filters through his mind, and Caesar blinks; his face softening and his gaze returning to the two women standing around him, saying their farewells. He puts on a smile quickly and gives a short nod. "You can count on it." He replies, "Which reminds me," He turns his head to look at Emily, ignoring as best he can the pull to see the container one last time as the scientists carry it away. "We should get you to medical. Make sure there isn't any internal damage-"
"Clarke." A voice suddenly rings out, and Caesar lets the rest of his words die in his throat and his teeth click together. He slowly glances to the side, catching sight of the woman walking straight and tall towards them. "Fury wants to see you. Now." Maria tells her. Her voice isn't loud or even all that forceful, but Caesar can still hear the anger brimming underneath. He's heard it enough times to recognize it by now. Her brown eyes land on him, and Caesar clears his throat quickly and ducks his head a little, avoiding her gaze. Maria shifts her eyes back to Emily. "And then we'll get you to our on-sight physicians." She adds on, proving that she's not entirely heartless.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 21:34:52 GMT -7
Jemma looked between the two of them and smiled to herself. It was a little obvious that there was something between these two but the regulations did forbid anyone to get together with another agent, those rules were stupid and the one thing that she was always told was "To trust the system" but sadly the system had let them down today and one of their agents had ended up getting hurt. She then turned to Fitz "You ready to go?" she asked and then smiled once more when she got a nod.
"Can we get breakfast?" he asked Simmons who rolled her eyes and he gave a soft grin before putting his own eyes on the two that they had done the mission with. Fitz knew that Caesar would make sure that Emily got the best treatment they had here at the Triskelion and he was about to say something when someone said her last name and he glanced over to see Maria Hill walking towards them, this woman was more scarier in person and he was more than happy to get off this quinjet.
Emily was just about to say something to Caesar about getting her to medical, hopefully they would have the best drugs. She had managed to sleep on the two pills that Simmons had given her on the trip back from the castle to Retreat but now she was starting to feel every pulling and pin in her side and she gritted her teeth together. When the voice of Maria Hill came up, out of no where, she shivered at the sound of it. She was in so much trouble especially if Fury wanted to see her but hopefully when he had finished giving her the pissed off fatherly talk she would get to that medical wing and get those pain killers. "Yes Commander" she said softly and nodded once before looking over at Caesar and giving him a slight smile, Fitzsimmons a slight wave and then moved off the quinjet.
Actually she was glad to be seeing Fury because it meant she could finally give him a piece of her mind, she hadn't come into SHIELD to be a field agent, she had wanted to stay at the Triskelion mostly because she couldn't trust herself but now she had taken a team on a mission that had been hell and resulted in her getting shot and one guard going missing.
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 22:08:01 GMT -7
Maria gives Caesar another pointed look before following after Emily, leading her to the elevator. He's seen the look enough to know that he's not allowed to move a single muscle until she gets back, and a sigh escapes him as soon as she's out of sight. He unzips his flight suit hastily, once again letting the upper half hang around his waist, and climbs out of the quinjet to let the hangar crew do their job. He runs his fingers back through his hair, and kicks a chair around for him to sit in, knowing this could take a while.
"Motherfuckin' asshole." A voice suddenly interrupts his thoughts, and Caesar glances back with raised brows. Poe is walking right for him, mouth in a pout and eyes alight. He's wearing his trademark brown leather jacket, a red patch making up the expanse of his left shoulder, and a look so sour that Caesar can't help but grin. He turns his body to face him just as Poe stabs a finger in his direction. "You....are a dick, you know that." Poe comments as soon as he's within a step. "I've been holed up in Hill's office all fucking day playing dumb for you- what the hell happened to your face." Poe breaks off suddenly, eyes fixated on the bruise forming steadily on Caesar's temple.
"Someone did your job for you." Caesar replies, the grin remaining.
"Good." Poe says dramatically darting his brows upwards. "Shoulda knocked a tooth loose, too."
"I'll make sure of it next time."
"So that bad, huh?" Poe asks, hands settling on his hips with a huff. "I saw Maria towing Emily away. She looks wrecked."
The smile fades from Caesar's mouth and he flicks his eyes momentarily in the direction of the elevator, halfway across the hangar. "She'll be fine." He says with a nod, attention returning to Poe. He pauses for a moment, worrying the inside of his lip with his teeth. Poe stands there, patiently, a faint furrow between his brows. "But something else happened." He admits, releasing his lip and giving a slow blink. "And I got a bad feeling about this."
The elevator ride is long and silent as they travel from the hangar bay all the way to the top office of Triskelion. Maria says nothing, hands crossed in front of her and eyes straight ahead. The doors open silently, and Hill doesn't make a move. Instead, she glances at Emily through her peripherals, a clear enough sign for her to go on on her own.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 11, 2016 22:25:44 GMT -7
Emily can't help but look over her shoulder at the quinjet and bites down on her lip just as she catches Fitzsimmons leaving the jet. This really was going to be the longest telling off of her life. All of this was completely out of her hands and it was something that she didn't like. She looked forward and continued after Maria. Her long blonde hair looking flat from the mission and one had still had dried blood on it. Hopefully she can get a shower in at some point, if she is allowed to actually after a shower after what happened.
They come to the elevators and she steps in after Maria and leans against the silver railing going around the elevator before she bites down on her lip. Tiredness was starting to settle in again but also she felt a bit flat. Everything hurt and she just wanted to sleep it off but she knew that sleep wouldn't heal the pain in her side.
The elevator ride up to the top floor of the Triskelion was like hell. It was so quiet but she didn't do anything to break that quietness because she was completely terrified at the fact that Maria would start yelling at her. When they finally got to the top floor, the doors opened and Hill didn't move. So she expected Emily to be the one to do it first. She bit down on her lip and stepped out before she turned and looked at her. "Commander, please don't punish Caesar. I take full responsibility for him being on the mission" she admitted and nodded once before she turned around and made her way from the elevator door and over to Fury's office. She knocked on the door and the voice on the other side told her to go in.
She moved in through the door and then came to Fury's desk. Nearly twenty four hours ago she had got her orders, over the phone, from this man to investigate an 084 in the United Kingdom and now she wished she had said no and went to bed. "You wanted to see me Director" she said and stepped in front of his desk with her hands behind her back. This really was going to be one long telling off.
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Post by Ray on Jan 11, 2016 22:56:36 GMT -7
The office is big. Expansive. Minimalist. The kind of office of a man who doesn't spend too much time gloating over past achievements or status. The kind of office of a man who's constantly, consistently, has his mind on other more important issues. A long wooden desk sits at one end of the room, surrounded by tinted glass windows that overlook the sunny Potomac River. Facing opposite is a wall made up entirely of a constantly shifting screen; data and information always updating and diverting to the appropriate channels. Fury sits silently at his desk, no other sound except Emily's footsteps echoing across his office.
"Sit down," Fury tells her, head bent over a document laid flat on his desk. He doesn't even glance up as he speaks, pen continuing to scrawl across the page. "This won't take long but you clearly had trouble today. I'm not about to make you stay on your feet." He quickly signs his name in big, sharp letters at the bottom of the document. "Maria."
"Yes, sir." Hill replies, stepping forward from where she'd posted herself at the door, hands at her sides.
"Take this down to processing. Let them know to push it through immediately." Fury sets the pen aside and holds the document out towards her with a tight-lipped smile. Maria nods stiffly and takes the piece of paper, turning on a heel to make her way back to the elevator. Fury watches after her for a moment, fingers lacing together atop his desk, before his single jet-black eye slowly falls on Emily's face. His face is in the same, slight scowl he's famous for; unreadable and unexpressive. The black eye-patch stretched across his face only makes him look more intimidating.
"So." He says after a short moment of silence. "Your mission did not go well." He states, matter-of-factly.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 12, 2016 5:16:20 GMT -7
Emily watches Fury as he's writing and then he tells her to sit down and for a moment she actually hesitates especially if she's going to have him yelling at her she would rather do it on her feet. But slowly she moves towards the chair and sits down. It didn't make the pain in her side that much better so she hopes that he will just get on with this so she can go to the medical ward.
He speaks to Maria and hands her over a document and she died try to see but sadly couldn't get anything off it especially when as soon as Fury handed it over, Maria was gone. Emily's eyes watched her and then slowly turned back to look at Fury when he spoke. He had that same look on his face and she couldn't honestly tell if he was disappointed but right now she wanted something else to come out of his mouth, something more than the obvious that the mission didn't go well.
Emily raised her eyebrow and gave him the You have got to be kidding me look before looking passed him and out of the window. He had appointed her himself straight after The Hamptons and she had always wondered why he had wanted someone broken like her, she hadn't really started putting my herself back together until she was really settled into SHIELD. But now that she was doing well, at least in her mind she was, she liked her job, when she wasn't getting shit missions, she had Caesar and she wanted to stay here but If she wanted to speak her mind and not get punished for it then she would have to tread carefully but she felt that anger reaching up into her heart and she put her brown eyes on him once more.
"You gave me a team that wasn't qualified, three guards who didn't do shit and sent me into a mission with no back up so no, sir, the mission didn't go well" Emily was probably going to get demoted for this but she really didn't care, she was too angry to care. Too... Disappointed that this would happen at all let alone to her and her team.
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