•Night Angel•

CHAPTER XXVII - TRAGIC RETURN PT.II

3rd January 2007. 07:30. S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. New York City, NY.

Sophia's POV

It's been a day since I came back from Paris to New York again. I spent the holidays with my family and now we had to get back to work, cause well, you know, bad people don't really stop.

As I was making my way into the elevator, and the doors were closing, a hand interrupted their closure.

A man stepped inside. He was medium height, not so tall but also not so short, a few inches taller than me, for sure. 5'7 I thought. He had brown hair and blue eyes with brown spots on them. Heterochromia, I guessed. He came and stood beside me, offering me a smile.

I returned it and then he turned to look forward as the elevator doors closed. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to me, extending his hand.

-I'm Special Agent Phil Coulson.- He said to me.

-Agent Sophia Dumont, pleasure to meet you.- I said while shaking his hand with mine.

-Pleasure is all mine, Agent Dumont. I've been wanting to meet you for a long time, but haven't been able to, until now.- He said while turning once again.

-Oh, well, here I am.- I answered not knowing what else to say.

-It was quite huge news knowing you were alive. A lot assumed you were dead after your last mission, but some never doubted you were alive. Me included.- He said while bouncing a little in his heels.

-How so? With all due respect, sir. It's just, you've never met me before, so how could you be so sure?.- I asked, turning to look at him. He just shrugged his shoulders.

-There's no need for me to meet someone personally to know they are great agents and capable of doing their job. I read your file and Director Fury speaks highly of you. That's all I needed.- He said while his lips tugged into a small smile.

I smiled at him and the elevator stopped on my floor.

-This is me. Hope to see you soon, Special Agent Coulson.- I said as I came out of the elevator.

-Oh, you will. And please, call me Phil.- He threw one last smile at me and the doors closed.

I haven't known the guy for more than 5 minutes and he already made an impression on me. He seems really nice, but also really professional. Of course he would, he works here.

Making my way to my office, (yes, I had an office), I opened the door and left my bag on one of the chairs. I sat in front of my desk and started to look at some files and cases that had been delivered to me. If you asked me, it was way too early for me to do paperwork. I don't like it, I never did, but what else was there to do if there were no missions ahead or anything?.

As I was reading through a file of one of my last missions with Clint, a soft knock on my door was heard.

-Come in!.- I said, not lifting my gaze from the file.

-First time we see each other after a month and you won't even look at me. I feel kind of offended, Dumont.- At the sound of that voice, I lifted my eyes just to see Michael standing at the doorframe of my office, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

As excited as I was, I knew we were at work and it would be unprofessional for us to show affection or something.

-Agent Sinclair, it's always good to see you.- I said as I stood up from my chair. Walking to the door and closing it behind him, I stepped a few feet away from him.

-Likewise Agent Dumont.-He said while throwing me a smirk. He then closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me from the floor. I let out a squeal and wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the hug. He nuzzled his head on my neck and held me tighter.