🌷 𝓘n which an MI6 Agent
during the 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒲𝒶𝓇 ends
up falling in love with a man
who is meant to be her enemy.
Started: 4th May 2024
Completed: ???
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╭──────────╮ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 ╰──────────╯
Ohio, United States, 1995...
Dressed in a SHIELD professional—excessively fashionable, as her boss, Director Keller liked to constantly remind her—outfit consisting of a grey turtleneck, matching tapered trousers with a brown leather buckled belt, and a tawny-coloured trench coat hugging her frame with an unknotted sash, she slurped at her cold, delicious chocolate milkshake.
Swallowing the chocolatey goodness, Dolly raised her hand whilst staring out the stainless windscreen of the undercover vehicle and used her forefinger to push her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose, perching them right where they belonged.
"You sure you don't want a napkin?" Nick Fury, clad in a white ironed shirt with a striped black and white tie with a black blazer concealing the leather chest holster underneath, asked with a raised brow. He waved a napkin in front of her face and curled the corner of his lips into a broad toothy smile. "I'm predicting it now, you're gonna get a stain."
"Is that so?" She lowered her milkshake to her lap and craned her neck, making eye contact with him. With a huff, she playfully snatched the napkin from his outstretched hand and unfolded it with a wave, splaying it across her thighs. "I don't spill drink or food on me but I'll do it to make you happy, Nick."
"You're wearing Ralph Lauren," he exclaimed in incredulity at how nonchalant she was at possibly staining her highly expensive and designer outfit. "No SHIELD Agent, ever, wears Ralph Lauren."
"I wear Ralph Lauren." Placing her milkshake between her thighs, Dolly grabbed her hamburger, wrapper crinkling, and sank her teeth into the toasted buttery sesame bun and seasoned grilled beef with fresh, crunchy vegetables and melted cheese. She took her time to slowly chew and swallow, minding her manners and not wanting to speak with her mouth full before opening her mouth to continue. "SHIELD had been persistently begging me since the early 1960s to join them and so, I caved in '66, the least they could allow is for me to wear designer clothing that still falls under professionally appropriate, just way more stylish."
"It took six years of begging from the biggest agency in the world to have you join?" When Dolly nodded airly in response to his query, he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief before staring at her curiously. "Why six years? Why did you wait?"
"I don't know..." Her shoulders rose in a shrug, her utterance quiet, displaying a pensive expression. She was unsure of telling him at first—to trust him with such personal information she had kept to herself for years, but she came to the conclusion that she could. Nick had a dependable aura about him, he was a good man. "At first it was because I had only ever really known the Secret Intelligence Service; I was recruited during WW2 and I had a purpose after I lost both my parents. I helped my country and its allies... I loved it and didn't want to leave just yet. Then in '63, I lost someone—" she paused to exhale a shaky breath, twirling the straw of her milkshake. She cleared her throat, ridding herself of the crack in her voice. "I was broken after that, and I was for a long time until I decided enough was enough, so I joined and started anew."
