“Yeah. Sorry it’s not state-of-the-art like whatever SHIELD probably had you use, but we’re not exactly swimming in funds, so we do what we can. Here.” She reached over his shoulder to log in, making a mental note to write down the log-in name and password for him, and to change all of the others just in case. Also update the security settings, because when Darcy got paranoid, she got super fucking paranoid.
Due to her proximity, she couldn’t miss his reaction to the book. However, she assumed he’d gotten a papercut, the same way she sometimes ended the day covered in band-aids of varying sizes and colors and shapes because she happened to reach for a pile of papers wrong. She saw no immediate welling of blood, but that didn’t mean much.
“Are you all right?” she asked, quickly kneeling down to scoop up the book and set it aside. “Did you cut yourself? Papercuts are the worst. I have no idea how something so small can hurt so damn bad, but trust me, we have tons of band-aids. Hell, I think we even have some liquid bandage stuff somewhere. I tried that once. It was cool as hell, but dear god did it sting.”
During her monologue, she sat down in her own chair and stretched out her legs, logging into her own system. Her Windows background was an image of a beautiful snowy backdrop, on regular rotation with other similar images. It helped her feel slightly less prone to melting on the days when their air conditioning unit went on vacation and the temperature outside soared above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. One of the many things she despised about being in the desert, but six credits was six credits, and if she decided that politics wasn’t for her, she could probably make a killing by becoming an author and writing a creative account of everything she’d just experienced.
Assuming SHIELD didn’t find out about it first and have her assassinated. How dramatic.
She immediately loaded up her music playlist, keeping the volume low. Usually she’d just use headphones, but since she’d need to assist Leita, she doubted he would appreciate her ignoring all of his questions.
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Due to her proximity, she couldn’t miss his reaction to the book. However, she assumed he’d gotten a papercut, the same way she sometimes ended the day covered in band-aids of varying sizes and colors and shapes because she happened to reach for a pile of papers wrong. She saw no immediate welling of blood, but that didn’t mean much.
“Are you all right?” she asked, quickly kneeling down to scoop up the book and set it aside. “Did you cut yourself? Papercuts are the worst. I have no idea how something so small can hurt so damn bad, but trust me, we have tons of band-aids. Hell, I think we even have some liquid bandage stuff somewhere. I tried that once. It was cool as hell, but dear god did it sting.”
During her monologue, she sat down in her own chair and stretched out her legs, logging into her own system. Her Windows background was an image of a beautiful snowy backdrop, on regular rotation with other similar images. It helped her feel slightly less prone to melting on the days when their air conditioning unit went on vacation and the temperature outside soared above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. One of the many things she despised about being in the desert, but six credits was six credits, and if she decided that politics wasn’t for her, she could probably make a killing by becoming an author and writing a creative account of everything she’d just experienced.
Assuming SHIELD didn’t find out about it first and have her assassinated. How dramatic.
She immediately loaded up her music playlist, keeping the volume low. Usually she’d just use headphones, but since she’d need to assist Leita, she doubted he would appreciate her ignoring all of his questions.