I walked through the Hanger 15 and was met with the sight of a large, beautiful, black plane with two cars waiting to be loaded onto it. Airspace Verity has always been one of my favorite SHIELD bases, there are so many cool things to get into. With a shrug, I tossed my black duffel bag over one shoulder and tucked the keys to my motorcycle into my coat pocket, the long coat billow slightly around my legs. The coat was a gift from my father's boyfriend, a World War Two Officers jacket. It was a bit dramatic but I loved it, it was something I got from Jack, my dad's boyfriend, even if he only became part of my life when I was around fifteen or sixteen.
"Um, hello?" I said, walking onto the plane. There was a loud thunk from what looked like a lab and a pretty brunette woman popped out from under a machine.
"Oh, hello. You must be Agent Jones. I'm Jemma Simmons, thats Fitz." Simmons was a perky British girl with a bright smile. Fitz was a nervous looking man but was cute in his own adorable way.
"Call me Brynn, please." I smiled at her.
"Of course," Simmons replied.
"Where in England are you from?" I asked, rocking back onto my heels and looking around the lab in curiousity.
"London, Fitz is Scottish." Simmons beamed at me.
"Cool, my best friend is dating a Scottsman, so's my uncle. Although they might be engaged now, I should really call them." I mused before shrugging and setting my bag out of the way.
"Agent Jones, thank you for coming." I turned to face my former handler, Phil Coulson.
"Course Agent Agent but I'm a Specialist, not a team player." I told him, giving him a grin.
"I think you will be," Coulson said, smirking that 'not there' smile he had.
"Um, why?" I stared at him suspiciously.
"Oooh! Fresh meat!" A woman laughed and I spun to face her. She was a shot curvy brunette, with light green eyes.
"Listen here ye, I'm not one bit o' fresh meat." I began angrily with a slight accent to me when I was cut off.
"No, no, she's quite the opposite." A handsome man with warm brown eyes, cropped brown hair, and well-defined muscles gave me a lopsided grin. I returned it, calming down.
"Cariad," I greeted him.
"One day, you will tell me what exactly that means." Grant Ward, my cariad and former partner, sighed.
"It's Welsh, Grant." I smirked at him.
"Still not learning it," Ward ducked down and kissed my cheek, I smiled at him.
"Who else is here, Agent Agent?" I asked Coulson, his mouth twitched at the sides from the nickname I had 'borrowed' from Tony Stark. I actually gave Stark the idea when I was working as his Personal Assistant.
"Melinda May is the pilot, Skye is a junior agent and formerly a hacker in the Rising Tide," Coulson responded.
"Awe, Mel's here? That's nice. Were am I rooming?" I switched topics rapidly, startling the others except for Grant. He was more then used to my behavior even though its been a few years since we last worked together.
"I'll show you," Skye smiled at me and I nodded, picking up my bag to follow her. I ran my hand across the back of Ward's neck as I left, not much shorter than his six foot four at five foot nine. Skye led me upstairs and opened the door to one of the empty rooms. It was the size of a regular barracks, something I had grown used to. As I put my duffel bag on the bed, I turned to face her with an easy-going grin but she was glaring at me.
"I don't know what your plan is, Jones, but I'll figure it out." Skye snarled at me and stalked away. I blinked in surprise. Okay then. I shrugged out of my coat, setting it onto the hanger on the back of the door and put my hair up into a neat ponytail before I headed to the front of the plane.
"Hey Mel," I greeted Melinda as I entered the cockpit, sitting in the co-pilot seat. She raised a delicate brow at me, taking in what I was wearing along with my side arm in amusement. Okay, so maybe I take after my dad's boyfriend more then I should but hey, he's actually pretty cool and I used to have the same job (I was a Time Agent for quite some time. Still am in my free time truthfully) as him so his style of dress came in handy even if it's a little altered to be more feminine. I was wearing a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark gray skinny jeans, brown combat boots, suspenders, and .38 Webley Mk IV in a World War Two holster on my hip. On my right wrist was a three inch wide brown leather strip that doubled as a Vortex Manipulator.
"Brynn," Melinda replied.
"I don't think Skye likes me," I told her, situating myself so that I could help with the pre-flight check.
"She hardly likes anyone and she probably thinks your poaching on her territory due to your wierd-ass relationship with Ward." Melinda told me.
"She does realize Grant's gay, right?" I mused, raising a brow as Melinda began to ease us out of the hanger. I leaned back to let her take over.
"I didn't even know that." Melinda muttered.
"Be glad you didn't find out the way I did. Bye Mel!" I chirped and left the cockpit.
YOU ARE READING
Agent Ward, meet Agent Jones.
AdventureBrynn Jones had an interesting childhood. She spent years knowing of Torchwood and wondering who her mother was but loved her father, Ianto Jones. When introduced to Torchwood Three, Brynn is dragged into the universe and its problems, doing her be...
