FIC Coulson's Assignment
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Title: Coulson’s Assignment
Characters: Nick Fury, Phil Coulson
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Avengers’ Assistants
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Some days the assignments are more Fiddler on the Roof than Bonnie and Clyde.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me.
Author's Note: Apparently somewhere in my massive writing spat today…my brain decided to explain how the Avengers ended up getting their assistants. So um…yeah. And I’m working on a follow-up to yesterday’s post. I just need a bit more.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?” Coulson strode into Fury’s office, stopping precisely two feet from his desk.
“I’ve got an assignment for you.” Fury handed him the tablet that had been sitting on his desk. “We’re wasting a lot of time chasing after our superheroes and trying to educate them. We’ve got a few I’d rather not send out in public without strict supervision. If at all.”
Coulson flipped the tablet around, keying it on, and scanning the document that queued up. “What’s the assignment, Sir?”
“Find me some agents. I want you to find one agent per Avenger that is compatible and will keep the Avenger in line, help them assimilate in society if they need, drag them out of the lab or the range, make them act like a contributing member. And make this damn paperwork make sense!” Fury explained.
“You want one for each Avenger?” Coulson checked. “All of them?”
“Leave Stark out of this. He is just a consultant. And he’s got Potts and that computer thing. And Doctor Foster and her research assistant can deal with Thor for now. But the rest of them. I know you think Barton is well adjusted, but that man spends entirely too much time on the range.”
“Anything in particular you want for these assistants?” Coulson questioned.
“Just what I told you already. Have the names to me for approval by the end of tomorrow.” Fury turned his attention to something else, effectively dismissing the agent.
As Coulson left the office, already flicking through the dossiers on the tablet, he had the brief thought that he’d never expected his job to include matchmaker—even if it wasn’t in the literal sense. The words Mama said there’d be days like this flashed through his head as he rapidly trashed unsuitable candidates. This most likely wasn’t what she was talking about.
Characters: Nick Fury, Phil Coulson
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Avengers’ Assistants
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Some days the assignments are more Fiddler on the Roof than Bonnie and Clyde.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me.
Author's Note: Apparently somewhere in my massive writing spat today…my brain decided to explain how the Avengers ended up getting their assistants. So um…yeah. And I’m working on a follow-up to yesterday’s post. I just need a bit more.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?” Coulson strode into Fury’s office, stopping precisely two feet from his desk.
“I’ve got an assignment for you.” Fury handed him the tablet that had been sitting on his desk. “We’re wasting a lot of time chasing after our superheroes and trying to educate them. We’ve got a few I’d rather not send out in public without strict supervision. If at all.”
Coulson flipped the tablet around, keying it on, and scanning the document that queued up. “What’s the assignment, Sir?”
“Find me some agents. I want you to find one agent per Avenger that is compatible and will keep the Avenger in line, help them assimilate in society if they need, drag them out of the lab or the range, make them act like a contributing member. And make this damn paperwork make sense!” Fury explained.
“You want one for each Avenger?” Coulson checked. “All of them?”
“Leave Stark out of this. He is just a consultant. And he’s got Potts and that computer thing. And Doctor Foster and her research assistant can deal with Thor for now. But the rest of them. I know you think Barton is well adjusted, but that man spends entirely too much time on the range.”
“Anything in particular you want for these assistants?” Coulson questioned.
“Just what I told you already. Have the names to me for approval by the end of tomorrow.” Fury turned his attention to something else, effectively dismissing the agent.
As Coulson left the office, already flicking through the dossiers on the tablet, he had the brief thought that he’d never expected his job to include matchmaker—even if it wasn’t in the literal sense. The words Mama said there’d be days like this flashed through his head as he rapidly trashed unsuitable candidates. This most likely wasn’t what she was talking about.
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14/11/11 20:34 (UTC)(no subject)
19/11/11 13:31 (UTC)And since when don't I reply...eventually?
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