Summer wandered casually around SHIELD headquarters. Well, sort of casually. Pretend casually. She was supposed to be sort of informally checking in on Coulson’s new team, see how they were shaking down, how Fitzsimmons was taking to being in the field (and not incidentally combat), how Ward was handling the whole being part of a team thing, stuff like that. Of course, in order to do that, she had to /find/ one of them.
Preferably away from the others. It would get a bit complicated sorting out responses if they were all together. Not that she couldn’t, but the report would be clearer in the end if she tackled each one separately.
And there was one of them now. Summer quietly maneuvered herself over and said, “Hey there.”
Skye stood in one of the lab rooms, working on one of the computers sitting on the tall lab counters. She’d been working with Fitzsimmons but they’d been called to go meet with Agent Coulson, and now she was taking advantage of the lab’s computer—and the quiet—to get some stuff done.
No one else was in the room, and the only sound was the computer humming in the background and the sound of her fingers against the keys. It was peaceful and silent, a nice change from being in the harrowing and intense atmosphere of the field.
After a few minutes of working, the doors to the lab hissed open and a girl with red hair entered. Really, like, super-long hair.
The girl wandered over to Skye’s workstation, a slight annoyance which niggled at her. She didn’t mind meeting fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but only in her off-time, and this assignment was taking all of her concentration.
Skye barely glanced away from the screen and kept typing as she said, “Oh, hey. Need something?”
“Don’t let me interrupt you.” This new girl — Skye? — typed even faster than she did, and there was stuff scrolling across the screen she didn’t even begin to understand. “I just thought it would be nice to meet the new girl. I try to be an unofficial welcome wagon around here, because god knows the field agents won’t bother.”
Summer found a chair and draped herself backwards on it, positioning it so she couldn’t see what was on the screen, and watched Skye. The depth of concentration there was admirable; Summer could see already how she could be a real asset in the field — or the office. Tony would love her, and wasn’t that thought a little painful.