“You need a boyfriend.” Black Widow said rather bluntly as the two women sat at the table together. Black Widow seemed rather relentless on this point, in fact this is the third time it has been mentioned too her in the past week. “I know who’d be perfect for you.” With that she turned, her arm waving in the air as she called out, “Hey, Steve!” In a direction.
“What?!” Agent 13 said in a panic as she grabbed the redhead’s arm only to have the spy easily dodge out of the grasp and continue her wave in the direction. “That was stupid!”
“Steve!”
“Oh Jesus!” With that Sharon hid her face, attempting to hide everything about her from her hair color to her face to anything that could make her look like something other than a lump of clothes. This redhead was going to be the end of her.
“Huh.”
This reaction was able to pull Agent 13 from her curled up ball of shame to look up at the spy across the table; who seemed to look confused, which was a first. “What?”
“He ran away. Interesting…” She said with a shrug as she turned back to her food, ignoring the stare from Agent 13 who was sitting across from her. “I didn’t think Captain America ran from anything; then again he’s completely women shy so maybe I shouldn’t be too surprised.”
“WHAT?!” The blonde exploded in the seat across from the spy who didn’t even budge. “Your idea of setting me up with someone was Captain America?!”
“Why not?” She said with a shrug as she poked at her eggs. “You keep complaining that you haven’t gotten a chance to meet him yet so why not let me introduce you?”
Agent 13’s face was as red as the spy’s hair due to embarrassment. “Because we don’t even know each other.”
“What’s a better way than a date?”
Poor Agent 13 was about to open her mouth to retort before she realized she pretty much did that with Steve Rogers yesterday. She knew better than to argue with the Spy, not only could she beat 13 in a fight but she also had a valid point and right now; Agent 13 hated her more for that than anything else. Finishing up her food rather quickly she stood up and snagged her tray. “I have to talk to Fury, I’ll see you around.” With that she dumped out the rest of her tray and left.
Nick Fury’s office had a beautiful view overlooking the city of New York and they were lucky the building didn’t get destroyed… oh god that paperwork would have been horrible. “Hello Sharon.”
“Director Fury.” She said as she stood in front of his desk and the proper stance. “I have a question.”
“As do I but since I am a gentleman I’ll let you go first.”
The blonde shifted on her feet, for once in her work career she was a bit shy about her questions. “I was wondering… if I had the clearance to know… why, you’re having me watch Mister Steve Rogers…” Her blue gaze stayed locked on the desk, not wanting to look up at her boss.
For the first time in a long time, Nick Fury seemed interested by what was in front of him. He pulled himself back from the rest of the chair and folding his large arms across the top of the wooden desk staring up at the blonde until she finally made eye contact with him. “No.” He said simply. But judging by the stare he received in return, he let out a small sigh, “But I will tell you he’s far from dangerous and he just needs to be watched to make sure he can adapt more easily, a lot has changed since he was last out and about.”
“I noticed that sir,” Funny, he said the same thing when they were hanging out yesterday. “I just was hoping for a bit more detail on what exactly I’m watching him for.”
At this, Nick leaned back in his chair looking up at the young woman he had come to care about. Ever since her parents died, he had begun to look over her much like a child of his own and something he did notice was that she was lonely, a lot. “He’s a good name Sharon, and he needs friend. And so do you. Now go.” With that he turned around in his chair, expecting that the conversation was done.
Agent 13 stared at him in surprise, did he really just send her to watch over someone because she was friendless and so was he. Well… she didn’t know whether to be offended or excited. Steve seemed like a great guy and if she was really just there to make sure that his transition into present day (whatever the heck that means) was easier, it was much nicer to do as a friend. And it was also peaceful to know she wasn’t living across the hall from someone dangerous. A small nod left her before she turned and left the office, shutting the door behind her. That wasn’t much of an answer for her but it was something and that something was enough for her to call it a day.
Finally getting home, the blonde climbed up the stairs with the backpack over her shoulders. Sure, Black Widow embarrassed her, Nick Fury confused her and she messed around with chemicals she doesn’t understand but there was one good amazing thing about her day and that was that she got recognized by Captain America and on her own terms none-the-less (and not Black Widow’s ‘here you two should hook up’ idea).
When she reached her apartment she unlocked the door and skipped inside. Her body back in her jeans and t-shirt with her hair up in a bun once again and glasses on her face but her smile seemed to brighten the room as she walked inside. She couldn’t get over how excited she was.
Bounce bounce bounce She bounced around her apartment before looking over at her punching back and her arms dropped in disappointment; that’s right she never got that stupid thing up. Shrugging she went to her stereo and turned it on
Louis Armstrong completely forgetting that her front door was open and the hallway could hear the music playing and see the blonde dancing in her living room. All and all, not a bad day.
