Summer tapped at Agent Coulson’s door, slouching slightly against the frame.
“Mr Coulson?” she called. “Man, this is gonna suck if he’s not even here. Seriously, doesn’t anyone keep up with what’s going on around here?”
In all fairness, he’s off-duty and has been off-duty for the past two hours. But he’s also been hiding out in his office, attempting to finish this report about one of his newer Agents and their latest foul-up without anyone really knowing he was still at work. So when the knock came, he sighed, signing one more line before pinching the bridge of his nose and calling out, “enter.”
She swung around the doorframe, tshirt and jeans and hair ruthlessly yanked back in an unforgiving braid, and eyed the piles on his desk. “Doc says you aren’t to just sit here in between missions, and since I need an unpowered workout partner and you’re supposed to work out … yeah.”