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MARGO sat on Stans counter sipping water from one of his mugs, he was supposed to be back soon, apparently, he had to go grocery shopping.
She was twenty-two now, she'd been living with him for a total of seven years due to the contract he had set with Irene- the contract being that he would train her under the circumstances that she didn't leave the confines of CIA observation- and somehow she had gotten stuck with him.
He had played it off as if he hadn't cared at first but slowly over time he began to teach her other things- things he never taught the other trainees- things that would one day lead her to strive above the rest of the Orion ops team. When Stan did finally return an hour later he had groceries, seeing that Margo wasn't in the kitchen he searched the house for her quickly realizing she was in the equipment room using a boxing bag.
He tapped her shoulder twice before she whipped around nearly punching him in the face, he seemed unimpressed and rolled his eyes, roughly pulling her gloves off she tossed them down onto the mat wondering what it was he wanted. "We've got a new recruit coming in tomorrow" he stated, she gave him a look of utter confusion watching as he left the room, she rushed after him running into the kitchen as he began to put groceries away.
"Who are they?" she asked, "you'll find out when he gets here" Stan answered putting a container of juice into the door of the fridge, Margo frowned, "well it's obviously some guy, what's his name?" she questioned, Stan shook his head, "it doesn't matter, I know this one'll be gone in at least a week" he replied, he paid her no mind as he put away the items he had purchased, Margo let out an exaggerated sigh attempting one last time to get him to tell her.
"Margo" he warned, she held her hands up in a conciliatory manner quite obviously suggesting that she was done bothering him with the matter, she disappeared back into the equipment room only to find herself wondering about the new recruit, he couldn't be too good if Stan knew he would be gone in at least a week, but then again Stan had doubted her abilities from the start, maybe the guy was like her.
Maybe he just needed an opportunity.
When she finished up in the equipment room she went to take a shower before getting dressed for bed, she left the bathroom and made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, Stan sat on the couch briefly glancing over at her, "listen, Margo, I don't want you getting mixed in with this boy, he doesn't follow orders and he's hard-headed" he began, Margo cast him a doubtful look before taking a sip of her water, "that being said I want you to keep an eye on him when you're all down there in the barracks, understood?".
Margo deposited her empty cup into the sink giving a curt nod, "thanks, Irene will be up here tomorrow around twelve with the recruit, if I'm not already out there I want you to meet her at the drive" he added, Margo knew he would already be out there as he was rarely ever late but again nodded her head in response.
