A Morning Cup of Coffee

We're Not Going?!

Christine hopped into the bathroom after that. She did it so quick that she was done in five minutes. Oh, her mom would be so proud of her right now. Instead of yelling her head off at her every time they went to church, because, face it, she wasn't really good at being in time when she was younger. Except when there was a field trip or something to look forward to, then she would be early.

It wasn't like she didn't look forward to church or something. She did...sometimes.

But she had been practicing her punctuality ever since she joined SHIELD. To think of it, she didn't need to practice it at all. She just had to put her heart into it and be less lazy.

Anyway, Tony had spared her the trouble of choosing on whom to bring. She'd just bring along the people Tony said; a friend, Natasha, and Loki. If he threw a fit because of them, she'd just blame him for being too quick to speak. Simple.

As for the friend... She smiled, knowing who to bring along.

The agent moved fast, slipping on her clothes which consisted of a white tank top, dark denim skinny jeans, and brown leather boots that reached one inch below her knee. No heels. She weaved around the room, grabbing a black knapsack with a single, big skull in front and stuffed various things into it. Her phone, headphones, a USB (just in case), fake licenses and IDs, some cards to access doors in the helicarrier, and candy. Slipping a pair of brass knuckle braces in her back pockets, she was careful to make sure they didn't show.

Because all agents are required to carry a gun or a weapon one way or another, Christine strapped a holster on her thigh and shoved a gun into it. She stuffed some extra magazines in her bag and zipped it shut.

At the last moment, the SHIELD agent grabbed a perfectly forged NYPD badge from her cabinet and slipped it over her head with the badge facing her. She wanted to avoid other agents from asking her why the heck was she marching around the helicarrier wearing a police badge and it would give her an excuse to carry a gun around in the city with it.

She grinned and walked out the door, making sure she locked it.

As she strode through the corridors, she met several agents along the way but none of them were the people she needed to meet, but she greeted some of them with a quirk of her eyebrows otherwise. She checked her watch - fifty minutes left. Where is Natasha? She thought.

She had a hunch where that Russian was.

Passing through many more corridors, she found the door that led outside; to the runway. There was a small keypad on the right of the steel door and she pressed the numbers to open it. There was a hiss as the door slid open. For a second, Christine stood there, blinking at the sunlight but her trained eyes adjusted quickly and she stepped out.

Her hunch was correct. The morning sun was already shining but the air was still cool. The helicarrier was on the water for the time being and it was hard to ignore the persistent tugging feeling in her chest that wanted her to jump overboard and swim. She loved the water.

Taking a deep breath of the salty air, she started jogging towards the form of Natasha. Stopping beside her, she huffed and greeted her, "Hey, Nat. Um, you come with me to Tony's place?"

Natasha glanced at her, looking mildly curious, and returned her gaze to the workers in the area. "What did he say?" Did I catch something...? She thought, She won't come. I could hear it in her voice. She so wouldn't come.

"He asked if I wanted to come over for coffee... And to bring over a friend or something," she said, trying not to reveal much. Turning to face Natasha, she noticed that her face was blank, but there was an air of thoughtfulness around her. The ex-KGB agent was wearing a red tank top with her SHIELD uniform's top as her jacket, denim skinny jeans, and the black boots that were a part of their uniform.