Dove and Dart (Under Extreme Editing)

Discussions and Donuts

Dart:

I was not sure why I was doing this. I had a small idea, but I was questioning myself the entire time. I guess I could blame it on the fact that I knew what it was like to be those cells, even if I could just teleport to elsewhere when I grew bored, but they were still dull places. Yeah...it was just that...

I was carrying a huge box of assorted donuts I had swiped from a conference room. Coulson had given me a look and I blew him off.

We defiantly were not on good terms after he sent me to New York for friendship circle. He had tried to get me to see that it was "what was best for me," but I wasn't going to hear it. It was actually pretty funny how he tried kissing up to me even though I was a lower ranked agent, but him and I were a good team. Emphasis on the "were."

Coulson wasn't a fan of working with agents who were quitters or didn't know how to take control, I was neither and we had a mutual understanding of what it was like to be in a "serious love relationship" with a vehicle. Coulson took that to a new level though, he gave Lola sponge baths, I just rode through the car washes while someone's car passed through. Hey, it's free and my bike needs some spa treatment every once and awhile even if that means I get beat repeatedly by spinning rags covered with soap and scorching hot water.

Needless to say, Coulson was defiantly regretting sending me to New York because now he was teamed up with a former trainee of mine who asked more questions than the number of times Fury's one eye blinked.

I strolled into the prison block in the rear of the ship. The steel walls enforced with traces of vibranium courtesy of Wakunda and the cell doors were plasma shield that would send lethal amounts of voltage through you if you touched them. The strength of the cell depended on its resident.

Recently, most of our imprisoned passengers had been moved to the Cube after it was rebuilt and refurbished. There is something quite ironic about refurbishing a high-tech military prison.

I can only imagine the phone call placing that order. Yes, that's right, I need to give my murderous superhuman more criminals more comfort. I will take the flat screen and the lava lamps.

Because nothing will make a criminal more comfortable than watching sports while watching plasma bubble up and down in a glass lamp and being tested and tortured for radiation exposure.

I finally reached the cell they had put bird girl in. I had read her file, I actually knew her name. Coulson had spent an hour lecturing me not to tell her what I knew, apparently this chick had been through some rough stuff. I was not much of one for talking anyways so what was I going to tell her?

I jammed my thumb to the scanner and punched in a 23 digit code.

It was all a bit excessive if you ask me.

The plasma door dissipated and I tossed in the box of donuts before stepping into the cell. She was sitting on the ground with her wings laid out behind her and she looked in deep thought. I was not a big fan of deep and personal conversations so I was hoping she did not start voicing her thoughts.

"I brought you food." I kicked the box towards her and then slumped down against the wall.

She looked up at me for a second before eyeing the box suspiciously.

"It's not poison. They're from Shipley's. S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't touched them, if you don't count me."

She still did make a move towards the box she just started staring at me with a silent and studious gaze. I just closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. If she wanted to escape, fine. Fury shouldn't have her in here anyway, if he thought her such an asset she should be kept in prime condition.