Summary:Illyana shows up at SHIELD to bug Sam while he's on restricted duty. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Being on 'light duty' means doing boring jobs. The whole 'reasonable accommodation' means there's certain jobs you get stuck with. One of them? Is the welcome desk. It's not *really* security, even if Sam's expected to carry his firearm and join in if something happens. For the most part it's issuing passes and giving directions.
Sadly, it's not like pulling this gig for some small bit operation. It's not like you can watch videos on your phone while you do it and no one notices. SHIELD is like Big Brother. Always watching. Worse, it's the night shift. Which means there's no one to really let *in*, just turn away. If anyone were to show up to turn away.
That's OK. You can always count on Illyana Rasputina to liven things up. "Miss? Miss! Sto— Excuse me!" The increasingly agitated voice isn't coming from the entrance, it's coming from inside the building. And if this were in the slightly more secured areas, it might be 'halt!' instead of 'excuse me'. Honestly, it's the fact that she's already *in* the building that's confused the Agent. If she's inside, she should be cleared. But he doesn't recognize her and an outfit like Illyana's black leather and silver charms just ain't regulation.
Sam cops to what's going on quickly enough, running down the stairs in time before the guard hits the alarm, "It's okay, Roy, it's okay, she's authorized, I got her. Sorry, she ain't exactly…regulation," he says. He'll have to remember to get Roy a ham sandwich out of the machine later to pay him back for his discretion.
Although, honestly, he probably should've pulled the alarm before he did. Illyana must've stunned him a little bit.
"You're lucky you didn't have to fight off security," he says with amusement to Illyana, "Luckily, my break's coming up anyway. Not that I have much to do as it is. Just sorting through surveillance recordings from Madripoor."
Roy *had* managed to finally get Illyana's attention. Which involved looking over her shoulder with some confusion. But not stopping. When Sam shows up though, she forgets about Roy and her expression brightens. It's been pretty serious of late, what with someone stabbing people that Illyana cares about. *Because* Illyana cares about them.
"You weren't at your desk. I waited for a while, but I got bored." And Sam should fear what she might have done to his desk to amuse herself. "Did he want me to stop? The WAND people never make me stop." WAND is a bit more invested in recognizing the baby Splinter Lord that lives in New York City.
Heedless of Sam being at work, the blonde takes hold of the front of his shirt to drag him down low enough to give him a quick kiss. She still needs to go up onto her toes, because Sam is a tall boy. "Madripoor? Isn't that like the Mos Eisley of Earth?"
Sam Guthrie shakes his head, "He's just trying to show due diligence. Truth be told, people come in and out of here a little too easily as it is. I had a lady in here last week that I think was authorized, but I'm still not really sure. I reported it up the chain of command and when I described her, I think the supervising agent peed himself a little."
He grins at the pop culture reference, "Not a bad description. It's a pretty lawless place, just off the coast of Asia near the Indian Ocean. Not much in the way of law or official oversight there, which means that everybody wanting to avoid getting arrested or shipped back to their home country piles in there and plays cards while figuring out their next move. The translators did their work on the various languages and now I'm reading the compiled transcript from the different sources to get a look at the whole picture."
Illyana Rasputina follows Sam back over to his station, finding somewhere to perch where she can keep an eye on thing around her. This isn't her usual stomping grounds, so she's more attentive than usual.
"Sounds like someone you're gonna want to remember, hmm?" But in Illyana's mind most of SHIELD are, well, normal people that like to push paper. There are certainly a lot of combat trained individuals, but still not something that makes her radar. She's been spared dealing with humans with serious amounts of power.
The blonde narrows her eyes a bit, her face pursing a bit. Like she's tasted a lemon. "But this is interesting for you, right?" It sounds pretty dry to her, but most people have a similar reaction to researching through dusty tomes, which she finds rather fascinating. Different strokes.
"Maybe. But probably someone they would prefer I forget. Secret agencies keep secrets from one another almost as much as they do other agencies. I am not well-built for office politics," he admits. He's straightforward and true, after all, not likely to hold anything back or use any tricks to get his own gain or to wield an advantage. Not a very likely spy, after all.
"I do find it interesting, yes. Would I prefer to be out in the field? Yeah, but I should be clear for that again by next week. At least this feels like I'm doing something and not just being kept busy."
Illyana Rasputina gives a short nod when he says he finds it interesting and doesn't deride it any. She does look thoughtful, leaning forward to look over at his papers. "Can we embellish it a bit with Jedi and Sith?" She's perked up a bit. THIS sounds terribly fun. "It'll be SHIELD slash Star Wars fanfic!" She flashes him an impish grin, which is more of a smile than the scarred young woman normally gives anyone.
Which isn't surprising it doesn't last too long, concern rolling in like clouds across the sun. "How are you feeling?" She looks down at his chest and pokes a bit. Gently.
Sam Guthrie takes his seat and laughs, shaking his head, "They aren't much for embellishment at SHIELD. Just the facts and all that. Maybe you should take up writing fanfics, though, if you're that bored?" he says, patting her knee. "I'm sure Reddit would be all aflame with the creativity you could bring. Is that where they post fanfics?" he says, realizing he has no idea.
He doesn't wince at the poke, although he may just be playing it tough. "Mostly mended. Still got a hell of a bruise, but the tissues have all stitched together again. Residual swelling. He would only give me ibuprofen."
Illyana Rasputina gives a subtle sigh of relief that Sam is mostly on the mend. Even if he's still injured, he's got his blast field if something comes up but that's always got the downside that he's got to get it up in time.
"I talked to Keiko yesterday. Seems Koa's being tortured nightly be Nightmare. I'm betting it's got some relation to what happened with Dreamqueen. Sounds like he wants information and Koa isn't giving it." Not to mention the Other stuff going on in Koa's life, but that's the most relevant to Sam.
Sam Guthrie winces, "It seems harsh to say better him than me, but he -is- better equipped to handle that sort of thing," he says. He saves his file and purses his lips for a second, "It's strange. Sometimes I feel so out of depth with all this…" he shakes his head, "I know I'm an X-man and I've seen all kinds of things over the years, but so much of this magical stuff just makes me feel so damn helpless, ya know? Like, everything's made o' smoke and hard as I try to punch it in the face, it just goes through my fingers," he sighs.
Illyana Rasputina gives a soft sigh at that and nods. "You're not alone. I know it drives Piotr nuts. I mean, his powers have him geared to punch things. Or get punched. And then you throw magic at him and… it's frustrating. I know." She doesn't apologize, though, even if she can empathize with him.
"Honestly? A lot of this is going on at a level that I'm not that well prepared for." The admission is made softly, as though someone might overhear her and seize that weakness. "He hasn't told me about it, so I'm gonna have to drag some answers out of him." She says grimly.
Swinging her feet a bit, she nudges him lightly with the toe of her boot. "Anything I can help you out with? Drop by Ma's and bring you a hot meal?" Because Illyana's cooking leaves much to be desired.
Sam Guthrie grins, "I only barely escaped her clutches when I went to visit. She'll try and get me back there again even if you go on your own. She likes you, by the way, even if she's a little worried about you. She thinks you might be into the bad side of the rock and roll music," he says with a bit of a wink.
"Glad to know I'm not the only one swimming in the deep end, at least. Hard to tell with Piotr. He doesn't show much soft side. But, then, if he did, I imagine he's afraid Keiko might punch him in it just to toughen him up."
"You're afraid she's going to manage to drag you back home by my mere presence?" Illyana is amused at that, her lips curving up into that small grin again. The one that doesn't look like she might eat someone.
As he shares his mother's thoughts, she ducks her head, snickering a bit. Her hair slides forward a bit, a golden curtain at odds with the gothmetal black leather. "Well. She wouldn't be wrong." She points out, still chuckling before sobering a bit more. "What all have you told her, anyhow?" Sam's a truthful guy, so she's not expecting he's lying to his Ma. But he might not be volunteering everything, either.
Sam's thoughts on Piotr get a bit of a shrug from her. "Maybe you should talk with him. See if the pair of you can figure us a way out of all this. Others might be fooled by your good ol' boy charm, but I know you've got a brain in there, Guthrie."