“That sounds interesting, and don’t worry, I know all about confidentiality. You think they’ve got room for one more assassin? I’m virtually indestructible.” Victor added half jokingly. He’d been thinking of a little more legalized version of his occupation, or rather one that was a little more sanctioned. “It must be nice, putting your gifts to use helping other people,” he said almost wistfully while he stroked her hair.
“Well, I’d never be able to do what you do, but I’m not as happy as I could be.” She sighed. “I’m a consultant, on purpose, so I can turn down missions that bother me, and so I can offer my services like when Sandy hit. I was down in New Orleans for almost a year after Katrina. But honestly there are times when I’d rather be in combat instead of having to hang back and wait. I’m only useful when things are at their worst, and it’s a pretty thankless job.”
“What would you rather be doing love?”
“Being a consultant does have it’s ups I suppose. Yeah, I’ve unique skills I suppose. Even before my vampirism I could rival most of the assassins out there. I agree though, the most important jobs are those that are rarely thanked.”
“Oh, hell, I don’t know. You?” Summer smirked.
Victor chuckled. “Yes me,” then added under his breath, “Snarky little girl.” He kissed her. “So who’s your boss?”
“Can’t tell you that.” She pulled his hair. “Who’s little?”
Victor pouted. “Pretty pwease?” He waggled his eyebrows then gave her puppy eyes. “And you are, compared to me at least, love.” He smiled.
Summer smacked his face. “No. Don’t do that. I need to keep this job, and I’m not taking risks that way. You want to be hired by SHIELD, you do that yourself.”