Post by Callie Barton on Feb 5, 2012 5:46:09 GMT -5
Yawning, the young girl stood by what you could call the front desk – which was really just the first thing you reached when you entered the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier. Things had been going so slow. At least for her. There were dozens of other agents crawling about, being given exciting tasks and investigations and what was little Callie Barton dong? Nothing. Sitting on a desk, meant to be greeting anyone who came in. Such fun. She yawned again, tired after her archery practice. She had placed her bow and arrows carefully under the desk, where no one would stand on them.
She always ended up with the dull jobs that nobody wanted. Was it because of her age that they thought she couldn’t handle anything else? Was it because of her constant jokes, the fact that sometimes sarcastic comments slipped out of her? She could always try and control that and it wasn’t as if she was the only person out there who did that. Callie pout, swinging her legs as she glanced down at the rota sitting next to her on the desk. On the paper was a list of people expected that day. She just had to check and see if there name was there. Just a quick check before they were properly checked out by scanners a few steps further. So she wasn’t needed at all, but then again, at least Steve had managed to find some sort of job for her to do… She should be grateful for that.
Glancing at the desk she didn’t notice the approach of the two men until they were only a few feet away. Callie tensed and turned to look at them warily. They were both pretty big, one of them grinning brightly and almost charmingly. The others face was hidden by the shadow of his hat. The second guy admittedly looked a bit suspicious but then most people passing through S.H.I.E.L.D. were like that. Clearing her throat, Callie asked, ”Welcome. What are your names, please?” Hey, she could be semi-professional!
“Hey there little girl,” the charming man said, still grinning. Callie’s skin began to crawl and a frown started to form on her face. “We’re here to speak with your… Leader.” The word leader was spat out, in a patronizing manner.
”Uh, yeah. I can’t let you do that until I get a name… So… Care to share?” She was beginning to get a bit worried. The guy whose face was hidden hadn’t moved a muscle, she had noticed. His hands were buried deep in his coat pockets. Her eyes darted back to Rude-Charming Guy, whose smile was plastered on his face.
“Oh, come on, duck… This is urgent business. He’ll be glad to speak to us. And, well… We can head on through the easy way, or my friend here will be happy to make a way through for us.”
Callie shivered slightly, sliding off the desk slowly. ”Yeah…” She tried to sound brave. Wasn’t this what she wanted? ”You two should leave. Now.”
With that, the Hat Man finally moved forward, and Callie darted behind the desk where she had placed her bow and arrows. Picking them up, she was quick in nocking the arrow. Standing up, bow stretched she aimed at the Hat Guy, before noticing that the now Just-Rude Guy had a gun aimed at her. Great. Two of them and only one of her. She held her bow steady, not showing any fear and trying to think. Was there a way to get them both quickly? She was quick with an arrow, but a gun was pretty much always going to be quicker. The odds were stacked against her. That had never stopped her mother or father before. She had to do something.
She always ended up with the dull jobs that nobody wanted. Was it because of her age that they thought she couldn’t handle anything else? Was it because of her constant jokes, the fact that sometimes sarcastic comments slipped out of her? She could always try and control that and it wasn’t as if she was the only person out there who did that. Callie pout, swinging her legs as she glanced down at the rota sitting next to her on the desk. On the paper was a list of people expected that day. She just had to check and see if there name was there. Just a quick check before they were properly checked out by scanners a few steps further. So she wasn’t needed at all, but then again, at least Steve had managed to find some sort of job for her to do… She should be grateful for that.
Glancing at the desk she didn’t notice the approach of the two men until they were only a few feet away. Callie tensed and turned to look at them warily. They were both pretty big, one of them grinning brightly and almost charmingly. The others face was hidden by the shadow of his hat. The second guy admittedly looked a bit suspicious but then most people passing through S.H.I.E.L.D. were like that. Clearing her throat, Callie asked, ”Welcome. What are your names, please?” Hey, she could be semi-professional!
“Hey there little girl,” the charming man said, still grinning. Callie’s skin began to crawl and a frown started to form on her face. “We’re here to speak with your… Leader.” The word leader was spat out, in a patronizing manner.
”Uh, yeah. I can’t let you do that until I get a name… So… Care to share?” She was beginning to get a bit worried. The guy whose face was hidden hadn’t moved a muscle, she had noticed. His hands were buried deep in his coat pockets. Her eyes darted back to Rude-Charming Guy, whose smile was plastered on his face.
“Oh, come on, duck… This is urgent business. He’ll be glad to speak to us. And, well… We can head on through the easy way, or my friend here will be happy to make a way through for us.”
Callie shivered slightly, sliding off the desk slowly. ”Yeah…” She tried to sound brave. Wasn’t this what she wanted? ”You two should leave. Now.”
With that, the Hat Man finally moved forward, and Callie darted behind the desk where she had placed her bow and arrows. Picking them up, she was quick in nocking the arrow. Standing up, bow stretched she aimed at the Hat Guy, before noticing that the now Just-Rude Guy had a gun aimed at her. Great. Two of them and only one of her. She held her bow steady, not showing any fear and trying to think. Was there a way to get them both quickly? She was quick with an arrow, but a gun was pretty much always going to be quicker. The odds were stacked against her. That had never stopped her mother or father before. She had to do something.