Equipped with determination, strategy, and a slight lack of professionalism, Sophia Marshall is by no means the exemplary S.H.I.E.L.D Agent. Whilst past experiences continue to threaten the Agent's job, her loyalty to Coulson's newfound specialised...
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"REALLY?!" HUFFED COULSON, "All the war and chaos in the world and S.H.I.E.L.D sends a plane after us?"
Ward unhelpfully reminded him that it was actually three planes, and Sophia groaned.
"Sounds about right." She murmured, losing more and more energy as time passed. Skye had been shot, they'd just discovered that Coulson had actually been dead and not taking a grand vacation, and now they were the target of a small docking transport and a pair of F-35s.
The three agents came to a halt whilst their beloved Bus shook with something obviously attaching itself to the roof above their heads.
"If they scratch my paint I'm going to be pissed!" Coulson announced, before moving swiftly up the steps.
He'd motioned for Sophia and Ward to stay put as he went -and they grudgingly obeyed- yet an awkward atmosphere hung about the air. Sophia sighed, shaking her head at the silence.
"Okay, this isn't the right time but I haven't formally apologised yet." Ward raised a quizzical eyebrow. "I'm sorry for lunging at you earlier, or whatever it was."
The specialist agent rolled his eyes, but a playful smile etched clearly onto his face allowed her to know that he wasn't harbouring any negativity.
"I'm sorry too, for accusing you of being selfish." Sophia nodded, content with his apology. "You couldn't have done any serious harm though, even if you'd tried."
She didn't even have time to counter his cocky remark as the agents were met with a third man suddenly in their presence. Ward instinctively went for the gun in his pocket but Sophia swatted his hand away, immediately grinning as she came face to face with Agent Triplett.
"Marshall?!" He laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What's your sorry ass doing here?"
The two agents hadn't worked together very often, but they'd always loved taking missions with each other and he was one of the only people that Sophia would trust undoubtedly. Trip just had that affect on people.
"And Agent Grant Ward!"
The two men briefly shook hands and they all stood a little too caught up in the reunion to remember that they were on different sides of the current situation.
"Is Garrett upstairs?" Queried Ward.
Trip confirmed that he was in fact with Coulson and they began to share impressive stories that they'd each heard from the older agent. There was obvious flattery occurring, but the subtle tension laced within each word was noticeable too. Trip wandered around their living space and Ward quickly lost patience with him as he commented on each apparent luxury contained within the area.
"You want to point me to box you're keeping Quinn?" Trip's tone was suddenly serious and the tension heightened. "HQ ordered Garrett to haul him to the fridge for questioning."
