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mandolinAnd aside from the prompt I'm still working on (which has taught me that I'm not concise enough to do a five things fic), this snippet just came out of nowhere. I have no idea what to do with it and The Avengers is going to probably Joss it. (Literally. Ha.) But once I learned about certain casting spoilers (read: the female agent at the end of the Cap movie is actually Sharon Carter, since the same actress who played her is listed as Sharon Carter in the Avengers movie), this just... happened and I have no idea what to do with it. I think part of it had to do with the disappointing lack of Coulson.
So I'm posting it here and going back to the prompt I should be writing.
(I should probably point out that I don't remember the exact blocking and dialogue from the scene. But it's close enough.)
Sharon Carter had seen plenty of action before she became an agent of SHIELD. Colonel Fury didn't have a lot of patience for rookies. She liked to think that she could handle most crisis situations fairly well, although not as well as Agent Coulson. (Then again, Coulson had taken the ability to remain deadpan in the face of Extremely Weird Things to an art form.)
She stepped up to the door, perfectly coiffed, in-character and seemingly ready to play her part. But inside, she was nine years old again and about to step out on stage for a school play where she had completely forgotten her lines. Sharon took a deep breath to compose herself. She could do this. This wasn't the first time she had to play a part, and certainly not the first time she'd been given a mission by Fury she didn't like. Why the hell was she so nervous?
He was sitting up when she entered, wide awake and alert. Just the way he'd looked in all those old photos, just the way her aunt had described him. But real, alive, not just a memory or a photo. And he didn't seem too happy. She maintained her poker face, but she couldn't suppress the dread bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. Blue eyes studied her as Sharon shut the door carefully behind her, using the moment to compose herself. "Captain Rogers."
"Where am I?" He got to his feet, calm but definitely suspicious.
"You're in a recovery room in New York City," she told him, deviating slightly from the script. At least it technically wasn't a lie. Not that it made this ridiculous charade any better.
He stared at her for a second, expression unreadable, then indicated the radio. "That game was played in 1941. I know, because I was there."
Of course he'd seen right through it. She almost wanted to laugh. So much for Fury's ease-him-into-it plan. Somebody in research had dropped the ball. "Captain--"
"Where am I?" He stepped towards her, and she instinctively backed up a step before she realized what she was doing. God, he really was tall.
Sharon glanced around the room quickly as she assessed her options. Fighting back was out of the question. She doubted she could subdue him, and honestly that was the last thing she wanted to try. Retreat was the best option, although these damned heels weren't going to make it easy. Captain Rogers hesitated for a second, but then he stepped forward again.
She opened her mouth again to try to say something that would defuse the situation, then closed it again. Nothing came to mind, and she wasn't sure if her sex would prevent him from barreling past her. Dammit. She didn't want to do this, but there was no choice. As she moved around the desk, Sharon hit the panic button. Sorry, Captain Rogers.
A second later, the tactical team burst in.
Sixty seconds later, she was left standing at the gaping hole he'd ripped in the wall of the set, as the remaining agents milled around and tried to secure the area. Sharon closed her eyes and sighed heavily. She needed to get a change of clothes before the debriefing from hell.
"That went well."
Coulson strolled across the floor, looking mildly impressed at the size of the hole. "You owe me five bucks," she told him.
He stopped. "I didn't think you were serious."
"About the bet, or about how ridiculous this charade was?"
"Mostly the bet." Coulson offered a hand and helped her step out onto the main floor. "I think Director Fury just wanted to ease him into it."
Sharon made a face. "What, get his hopes up and then dash them all to hell?" A bit of drywall was stuck to her heel. She kicked the heels off and picked them up, following him towards the elevators in stocking feet. "One of the biggest heroes this country's ever seen, and the first thing we do is try to deceive him. I don't know about you, but that doesn't sit right with me."
"I'm surprised you even agreed to be part of it."
"If I refused every op I didn't like, I wouldn't be here," Sharon retorted as the elevator doors slid open and the two agents stepped inside. "Besides," she admitted as the doors closed behind them, "I wasn't going to pass up the chance to meet him."
Coulson smirked just a bit at that.
*shrug* I don't even know.
So I'm posting it here and going back to the prompt I should be writing.
(I should probably point out that I don't remember the exact blocking and dialogue from the scene. But it's close enough.)
Sharon Carter had seen plenty of action before she became an agent of SHIELD. Colonel Fury didn't have a lot of patience for rookies. She liked to think that she could handle most crisis situations fairly well, although not as well as Agent Coulson. (Then again, Coulson had taken the ability to remain deadpan in the face of Extremely Weird Things to an art form.)
She stepped up to the door, perfectly coiffed, in-character and seemingly ready to play her part. But inside, she was nine years old again and about to step out on stage for a school play where she had completely forgotten her lines. Sharon took a deep breath to compose herself. She could do this. This wasn't the first time she had to play a part, and certainly not the first time she'd been given a mission by Fury she didn't like. Why the hell was she so nervous?
He was sitting up when she entered, wide awake and alert. Just the way he'd looked in all those old photos, just the way her aunt had described him. But real, alive, not just a memory or a photo. And he didn't seem too happy. She maintained her poker face, but she couldn't suppress the dread bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. Blue eyes studied her as Sharon shut the door carefully behind her, using the moment to compose herself. "Captain Rogers."
"Where am I?" He got to his feet, calm but definitely suspicious.
"You're in a recovery room in New York City," she told him, deviating slightly from the script. At least it technically wasn't a lie. Not that it made this ridiculous charade any better.
He stared at her for a second, expression unreadable, then indicated the radio. "That game was played in 1941. I know, because I was there."
Of course he'd seen right through it. She almost wanted to laugh. So much for Fury's ease-him-into-it plan. Somebody in research had dropped the ball. "Captain--"
"Where am I?" He stepped towards her, and she instinctively backed up a step before she realized what she was doing. God, he really was tall.
Sharon glanced around the room quickly as she assessed her options. Fighting back was out of the question. She doubted she could subdue him, and honestly that was the last thing she wanted to try. Retreat was the best option, although these damned heels weren't going to make it easy. Captain Rogers hesitated for a second, but then he stepped forward again.
She opened her mouth again to try to say something that would defuse the situation, then closed it again. Nothing came to mind, and she wasn't sure if her sex would prevent him from barreling past her. Dammit. She didn't want to do this, but there was no choice. As she moved around the desk, Sharon hit the panic button. Sorry, Captain Rogers.
A second later, the tactical team burst in.
Sixty seconds later, she was left standing at the gaping hole he'd ripped in the wall of the set, as the remaining agents milled around and tried to secure the area. Sharon closed her eyes and sighed heavily. She needed to get a change of clothes before the debriefing from hell.
"That went well."
Coulson strolled across the floor, looking mildly impressed at the size of the hole. "You owe me five bucks," she told him.
He stopped. "I didn't think you were serious."
"About the bet, or about how ridiculous this charade was?"
"Mostly the bet." Coulson offered a hand and helped her step out onto the main floor. "I think Director Fury just wanted to ease him into it."
Sharon made a face. "What, get his hopes up and then dash them all to hell?" A bit of drywall was stuck to her heel. She kicked the heels off and picked them up, following him towards the elevators in stocking feet. "One of the biggest heroes this country's ever seen, and the first thing we do is try to deceive him. I don't know about you, but that doesn't sit right with me."
"I'm surprised you even agreed to be part of it."
"If I refused every op I didn't like, I wouldn't be here," Sharon retorted as the elevator doors slid open and the two agents stepped inside. "Besides," she admitted as the doors closed behind them, "I wasn't going to pass up the chance to meet him."
Coulson smirked just a bit at that.
*shrug* I don't even know.
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Date: 2011-08-13 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-13 09:02 pm (UTC)My theory is that Coulson didn't show because he wasn't there - if he'd been involved, the screwup with the radio wouldn't have happened. :)