Series Title: Specialist Summers
Challenge: #113 secrets
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Synopsis: Hawkeye and Agent Coulson just aren’t sure what to make of Specialist Summers.
Blonde hair, piled high and held aloft by two delicate looking chopsticks, which looked more like weapons than hair accessories to Clint’s eye, helped camouflage a calculating mind as Specialist Summers studied a hammer that had an entire military regimen to study and protect it.
“You gonna give it a go?”
His question brought her head up and green eyes swept over his militant attire before settling just above his left shoulder and he guessed on the recurve bow strapped to his back. She flicked those eyes back to meet his gaze before scoffing, “A world of no.”
The corner of his mouth dragged inward as he replied, “Fury would like you too.”
“Fury would like a lot of things,” was her dry reply and she went back to the hammer.
Clint stepped forward, off the metal grating and onto the dirt Summers’ three inch heels were sinking into. “Can I ask what your specialty is, Specialist Summers?”
Those eyes settled on him again. “If Fury wanted you to know he’d have told you.”
“Shouldn’t you be deciding who should and shouldn’t know?” He countered with a hopeful tilt.
Her head shook. “You’ve been hanging out with Natasha too much.”
Title: Agent Coulson
Word Count: 200
The heat of a Nevada summer was not something Agent Phil Coulson enjoyed and the sight of a large, Stark-type, machine blocking out the sun wasn’t either. He shared a clipped, amused conversation with Agent Cale before Specialist Summers interjected, “That’s not one of Stark’s.”
Coulson continued to study the chrome body armor and asked, “How can you tell?”
“His don’t make my spidey sense tingle.”
Her chipper retort brought a brow rising towards his slightly receding hairline even as he countered, “You know he hates it when you use his catch phrases.”
A wink was tossed in his general direction before the specialist on loan from the IWC, the people Fury contacted when things had a habit of going sideways in a hurry, turned back to their vehicle. Coulson returned his gaze to the robot and frowned when the slants between its armor were suddenly illuminated and he took a step back as Summers returned.
The narrowing of her gaze was the only change in her demeanor, but the odd looking weapon that now sat comfortable on her shoulder reminded Coulson of the hammer still stuck to the desert floor.
He wasn’t sure if that comforted or disturbed him.