Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep.
Introduction.
”We appreciate you coming here today Agent Carter.” Nick Fury says as I sit down in front of him. “You’ve certainly been making a name for yourself, haven’t you?”
“Just trying to make my grandmother proud.” I tell him, shooting him a weak smile.
“Your grandmother was an amazing woman, she’ll certainly be missed.” He tells me. “But that’s of course not why you’re here. We’ve got an important mission for you. Something that’ll make your grandmother certainly proud of you.”
“What do I have to do?” I ask him, eager for my mission; my first real mission after my grandmother’s death.
“Follow me, it’s something you need to see as I explain it.” He tells me as he gets up from his seat. Warily, I follow his lead; unsure what he’s expecting me to do.
He leads me to a room, far within the fortress known to few as the S.H.E.I.L.D Headquarters. He stops in front of the door, before stepping aside; letting me walk up closer to peak in.
I look inside the room and my jaw drops. A man, very similar looking, lays in the bed. The room is designed to match a room that matched the style of the 1940’s. It was like going back in time. I look up at Fury with disbelieving eyes. “Is that---”
“Steve Rogers?” He interrupts. “Yea, that’s Captain America himself.”
“I thought he was dead.” I say before looking back into the room. “From what my grandmother said, there was no way he survived that crash.”
“He was frozen when he crashed into the North Atlantic.” He informs me. “We’ve been keeping his body under wraps for the last couple years.”
“You didn’t even bother telling my grandmother did you?” I ask, not bothering to look away from the sight before me. “She never lost hope on finding him. Sure she loved my grandfather but she knew deep down, she’ll never love a man like she did Steve Rogers.”
“We told her a few days before she was hospitalized.” He tells me. “She saw him before he passed away and she told us, she wanted you to watch after him. She said she only wanted one S.H.E.I.L.D agent to watch over him and that one agent is you. Only you.”
I look up at him and sigh. “I shouldn’t take this job. This is the equivalent of a desk job for the NYPD. But do I really have a choice? You’re using my grandmother’s dying wish against me; knowing I’ll do anything to make her proud, even in death.”
“You still have a choice Agent Carter.” Fury states.
“No I don’t.” I mutter before looking back at the ghost of my grandmother’s past. “I’ll take it…
“Just trying to make my grandmother proud.” I tell him, shooting him a weak smile.
“Your grandmother was an amazing woman, she’ll certainly be missed.” He tells me. “But that’s of course not why you’re here. We’ve got an important mission for you. Something that’ll make your grandmother certainly proud of you.”
“What do I have to do?” I ask him, eager for my mission; my first real mission after my grandmother’s death.
“Follow me, it’s something you need to see as I explain it.” He tells me as he gets up from his seat. Warily, I follow his lead; unsure what he’s expecting me to do.
He leads me to a room, far within the fortress known to few as the S.H.E.I.L.D Headquarters. He stops in front of the door, before stepping aside; letting me walk up closer to peak in.
I look inside the room and my jaw drops. A man, very similar looking, lays in the bed. The room is designed to match a room that matched the style of the 1940’s. It was like going back in time. I look up at Fury with disbelieving eyes. “Is that---”
“Steve Rogers?” He interrupts. “Yea, that’s Captain America himself.”
“I thought he was dead.” I say before looking back into the room. “From what my grandmother said, there was no way he survived that crash.”
“He was frozen when he crashed into the North Atlantic.” He informs me. “We’ve been keeping his body under wraps for the last couple years.”
“You didn’t even bother telling my grandmother did you?” I ask, not bothering to look away from the sight before me. “She never lost hope on finding him. Sure she loved my grandfather but she knew deep down, she’ll never love a man like she did Steve Rogers.”
“We told her a few days before she was hospitalized.” He tells me. “She saw him before he passed away and she told us, she wanted you to watch after him. She said she only wanted one S.H.E.I.L.D agent to watch over him and that one agent is you. Only you.”
I look up at him and sigh. “I shouldn’t take this job. This is the equivalent of a desk job for the NYPD. But do I really have a choice? You’re using my grandmother’s dying wish against me; knowing I’ll do anything to make her proud, even in death.”
“You still have a choice Agent Carter.” Fury states.
“No I don’t.” I mutter before looking back at the ghost of my grandmother’s past. “I’ll take it…
9/17/13