Recovery || Bucky Barnes

02 | Rusted

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"there are three masks; the one we think we are, the one we really are, and the one we have in common." – Jacques Lecoq

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Theresa Dixon worked hard. Her resume was clean and more than qualified for a Level Five technician position. Her experience as a consultant at Stark Industries when it was still had the largest weapons division in the world, was more than welcomed. Her work ethic was impeccable, and she seemed to maintain a calm, sweet attitude to her colleagues in the large office. She had been here for two months and they had yet to trust her on her own with SHIELD's highly classified files that were more than above her clearance level.

She had become friendly with a few other technicians that had worked here for over a decade and some that had only worked here for a little less than two years. One that she had recognized had a crush on her was Cameron. He was her supervisor when it came to classified files. SHIELD had a lot of them that would often be 'misplaced' or weren't properly secured in the system. Which either meant that the higher ups were doing illegal operations or SHIELD had leaks that they couldn't tell the public about. The team of technicians on this floor that were dedicated to ensure that it didn't happen.

"They never come down here."

She looked at him as he sat beside her on another chair. She made it obvious to him that she was completely oblivious to what he had said. When she could repeat it back to her verbatim. He blushed, flustered with embarrassment and quickly repeated what he had said.

"The Avengers, and the other field agents. They never come down here."

"Well, I'm sure Black Widow would definitely come down here more often if she met you." She smiled easily at him, which make him look away shyly.

She brushed away the strands of hair that fell on her face. She glanced quickly around the room as she cracked her knuckles. Her left hand quickly typed as she reached into her pocket and relaxed when she felt the remote tucked away. She had found an ex-SHIELD scientist that had developed a program that could override the clearance system to get unredacted files that wouldn't alert the system with a remotely controlled flash drive. She had plugged in the flash drive discreetly into another technician's computer, who had coincidently broken his leg and needed a week off to recover. The ex-SHIELD scientists had some grievances with how they operated so it didn't take much convincing, though it had certainly dented her bank balance. It was untested and highly risky, but she didn't have many options regarding SHIELD's tech security.

"Ha..." He scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly laughed as he nervously got up. "I wish."

She returned to the work at hand as he watched over her. She knew that with the way she had worked, her progress had contributed a lot to the department, that she was on track for a promotion. She would be able to access files limited to her clearance without supervision. But for now, she needed some answers.

She had caught word of a briefing that was today involving Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and the STRIKE team, yesterday. Which would start in ten minutes. She needed to meet them on their way up if she wanted to get this mission done.

"Would you ever want to be out in the field?" She asked.

"I don't think SHIELD allows technicians are allowed to go out on the field."

"You've never thought about it?"

"Yeah- I mean, it would be cool, but I think I'm more resourceful here. I don't think I could do with they do with all that undercover stuff and fighting. What about you?"