A SHIELD legacy since before SHIELD existed, Margot Thompson is one of the best agents they have. So she doesn't understand why she's being forced to babysit the 90-year-old man who just woke up from a 70-year coma.
And if that wasn't bad enough, A...
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CHAPTER ONE BRAVE NEW WORLD
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THE SMELL OF FRESHLY MADE COFFEE wafted through her nose as she entered the tiny cafe, relishing in the warmth she was provided from the blistering March air. It was only a few blocks away from her apartment building, and even better, it was close to the metro. Practical and serving good tasting food all at once.
The transitional weather was finally starting to dissipate into beautiful spring air, but today was a day where the winter chill lingered. She didn't mind the cold, but she definitely preferred the warmth.
Margot let out a sigh of annoyance as she double-checked her watch. She was already running late and the MTA was not in the habit of arriving on time. She loved New York, but she wished they invested in a better traffic system. Although It seemed like the gods themselves were conspiring against her this morning. It was already bad enough Fury had demanded her come in on her week off, but the barista had messed up her drink. She wasn't quite sure how you messed up an americano, but she supposed the barista must be new.
She waited with the group of other customers and glanced at her watch again.
She was supposed to go to DC and check in on Sharon.
She was supposed to be surrounded by living monuments of history and commiserating with her grandfather's old war and government buddies in the hopes of getting a new job.
Instead she'd been called in because Fury claimed she had valuable knowledge on their newest asset. Not that he'd tell her what it was.
The man was the most paranoid person Margot had ever met, and considering she was a public defender for a few years, that was saying a lot.
The teenage barista nodded at her as she picked up her paper cup, sighing in contentment as the bitter taste slid down her throat.
It was one of the few joys she had left in her life, and as her Aunt always said, "It's the little things that matter."
Her heart whined as she realized it'd probably be another six months before she was able to see her Aunt again and her lips dipped into a frown. Her phone rang and when she saw who it was, she picked it up with a smile.
"Hey Shar," Margot spoke through gritted teeth.
Her old roommate hissed at the tone, "What's Fury done this time?"
Margot continued her walk toward the metro station, black heeled boots clicking against the pavement, "You're not gonna like it."
"I don't know, I tend to be a little bit more open minded when it comes to his decisions." Sharon chuckled and Margot shook her head.
