The Numberless Agent

[NY Avengers]
As of now I'm planning on flying a jet over to the party on the West Coast. Anyone who wants to come along is more than welcome.

[Private to PEPPER POTTS]
Consider this my tentative RSVP to your Halloween bash. I'll let you know if anything comes up/changes for me.

[Private]
Halloween seems like as good a time as any to make a really fucking bad decision. And I'm due a few of those-- plus a good bender.

Fuck. Between Dane and the "break-up" bullshit and Weasel being a geek twit nabbed by damn mutant vigilantes, I'm beyond due.

Sometimes I really hate every-damn-thing.

Taskmaster contacted me today and set up a meet for Friday at 1830. I will be going-- but I won't say no to covert backup. For all the good it'll do; that fucker will probably spot 'em right away.


[Private to AGENT 14]
Twitch, I'm forwarding the email to you, so you can try and work your magic. Don't get too frustrated if you can't trace it-- Taskmaster hasn't survived this long by being stupid. Any edge you can provide would be most appreciated, though.


[Private]
GOD I HATE THAT FUCKER. Why? WHY NOW? WHY ME? Hasn't he tormented me enough for one fucking lifetime? Ugh! I really hope I get the chance to shoot and/or stab and/or zap him this time. So much. SO MUCH!

Fucking Taskmaster. Fucking Hydra. Fuck my fucking life.

Written in her personal journal:

Hottie From Across the Hall sighting today. God, I don't care if this makes me immensely shallow, but I just love to watch the man doing anything. My kingdom for him to do it shirtless.

Somehow, some way, I'm going to get him to ask me out. One of these days. I am. (All I need now is a plan-- or some kind of in. Something.)

In other news, work's been slow. My mum keeps telling me I should get a real job but I like what I'm doing now. Besides, I'm only twenty-six-- there's plenty of time for me to play grown-up later, right?

OFFICIAL NOTICE
I have been assigned to act as S.H.I.D.L.D. liaison to the West Coast Avengers team until another agent with suitable qualifications can be assigned for the time being. This is in addition to the New York Avengers, so I'll be keeping to the East Coast unless something comes up.

I don't know how long this will last but, in the meantime, if anyone on the West Coast has need of S.H.I.E.L.D. assistance or resources, don't hesitate to contact me. And let me know if you have any questions/comments/concerns/etc.


[Private to MS. POTTS]
Pepper, I hate to ask this of you, but I know you're the one who makes things happen around the Malibu mansion, so here goes: Would you mind terribly keeping an eye out for anything amiss? I don't mean spying or nosing around, just reporting if you notice things that S.H.I.E.L.D. might want to know about or be able to help with.

I understand if you don't feel comfortable or are too busy-- you do have a full time job already-- but with cloning not a viable option, I just can't be on both coasts at once. (Hopefully this will just be a temporary assignment, anyway.) But think on it and let me know. Thanks.
[/End Private]


[Private]
Fuck my life. Dugan can kiss my ass. First he shuts me out of the Fury investigation and now I'm not allowed to work on the traitorous agent who killed 19 thing, either! Well, actually, it was mostly Hill pushing me out but he let her! And, okay, he was kind of overwhelmed by everything-- Fury's job is ridiculous.

Whatever. I don't care! I'm angry, damn it! I want to know what the hell is going on. Why did my friend who was investigating the Fury case get killed? Was it related? How did that agent ever get vetted by S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Fuck. We need to clean house. Like yesterday. And here I am with both Avengers teams under my watch, no Fury and not a clue about what's really going on. Oh but you can bet I'm gonna find out. Somehow. And then I'm gonna make those bastards who took out 19 pay. Hard.
[/End Private]



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[NYC AVENGERS]
I'd like to get your schedules for the holidays ASAP, so I know who's going to be here when. Thanks.


[Private to HAWKEYE]
If there's anything you need or think S.H.I.E.L.D. can help you with and you don't feel like going through your wife, I'm available.


[Private]
What they're saying about Fury-- I don't understand. It's not possible. He's not-- I mean, he wouldn't....

Not for the reasons S.H.I.E.L.D. seems convinced of, anyway.

Fury's always been straight with me, that much I know. And I just can't believe-- I won't believe this.

It's just not possible. I hope.

"Birthday's in four days. It's a Saturday, which makes me feel like I should do something but... I never really celebrate it much. I'm not even sure I'd know how to do it up-- except by getting wicked twisted and that's rather a challenge in and of itself. (Thank you, enhanced body.)

"And then Friday's Dane's birthday. I'm not sure if I should send him something or not... are we friend? I don't think so but... fuck me, I do like him. Like, as a person. (And in the sack, yes, but we already knew that, didn't we?) Which means I probably should send him a gift.

"God, I'm rubbish at this. Come Saturday I may crawl into a bottle of Jack, not to be seen again until Sunday. Because birthdays are a time for family, right? And, hey, look at that-- mine's all distant or dead or both. So, really, who's left that'd want to celebrate the birth of me?"



OOC: quote marks indicate a voice post

[West Coast Avengers]
I'm sure I've mentioned it before but, in case you've forgotten, if any of you moving out West need help doing so, S.H.I.E.L.D. will gladly assist in any way possible.


[Private to STARK]
Congratulations on a great party and the success of your announcement.


[Private to MORSE]
California? Really? Does this mean you're going to start cohabitating with your husband? Guess that means you're really not coming back now, huh?


[Private to FURY]
Now that the WCA is out in the open, can we talk about my liaison position? And how I don't want it, especially if I have to deal with both teams


[Private]
I really wish Dane could've come with me to the party...

"Mission went well. Sorry for abandoning my post during the Rappaccini case but this mission required an agent with superhuman abilities and, well, there isn't much I can do until we move, anyway.

"Point is, I'm back. So, what's our plan of action?

[Private]
"Bloody hell, what did I do? Fuck my life.
[/Private]

"Drew out."


OOC: quote marks indicate voice post style

"Holy fucking shit. Pete Wisdom is getting married. Pete fucking Wisdom.

"How is that possible? Seriously-- no one is that desperate, right? Well, apparently someone is but still...

"Okay, okay. I might be able to grudgingly admit that he's not a totally awful human being. (Not all the time, anyway.) And I suppose he must have something of a moral compass under all that would be British wit that rankles-- last word of the day before I left!-- of bitterness otherwise he wouldn't be at MI:13.

"So good on him, I guess.

"God, though, I thought hell would freeze over before Wisdom made a commitment to anything or anyone.

"Wait. We are in the land of Ley Lines, right? If Hell was going to freeze over, it'd probably do it here.

"Well, whatever. Won't be my issue soon enough, right?

"Know what will be an issue, though? If I can't get Whitman out of my head by the time I hit Stateside again. Seriously, it is bloody ridiculous. (Ugh! Wisdom is getting laid and I'm not-- where is the justice?)

"Fuck it. Now I'm just depressing myself.

"Drew out."



(OOC: Jess does her posts verbally, hence the quote marks.)

Good-bye States, hello Britain. I wish I could say it was good to be home but you know what they say about lying...

Although I will say that Whitman is as handsome up close as he was in his cell.

Yeah, I suck. What I wouldn't give to hit that, though. He is so damn sexy. Man should wear a fucking warning sign.

Drew out.