Contacting Sharon (For agentxthirteen)

[irredeemed_ant]

In the aftermath of the Triskeleon falling and HYDRA'S reveal to the world, SHIELD had become a broken and fractured organisation and Agent O'Grady had found himself uncertain who to trust or turn to. Colonel Fury, Commander Hill, Black Widow, they were all dead or else in positions he couldn't be clear of. He'd only survived because of the sacrifice of his best friend, and then acquiring a secret project from a section he'd reached in his flight - Hank Pym's Ant Man armour was a device SHIELD scientist had been working on, updating the dated 60' and 70s tech and its shell into a prototype worthy of the 21st century.

And Eric had... taken it. To stay alive, of course. He was pretty certain HYDRA was aware of it and planning to take it themselves anyway. So he'd managed to put that SHIELD combat training he'd half listened to good use and eventually activate the suit's shrinking abilities to fly away.

Seemed like he was actually good with it, once he'd had the chance to test it in relative safety, but now the more pressing concern was getting to someone he could trust. Someone safe. Agent 13... Sharon... he'd heard her defy that HYDRA agent on the intercom, she could be trusted as far as he was concerned. Plus it was true that he had seen her in the hallways more than a few times and had his eyes on her. She was pretty hot after all.

Via getting intel from his tiny height he learnt that the agent was now with the CIA, so with some difficulty he located the facility she was stationed at and used the vents to get securely inside whilst the size of a small bug. Maybe he'd be safe for the first time in a while.

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[agentxthirteen]

She raised an eyebrow. "We'll start with you not killing me in my sleep," she suggested.

She flashed him a grin. "Besides. This way, if someone attacks, they'll have to kill you first to get to me. I'll be able to hear the commotion and defend myself before they kill me."

Sharon put the finishing touches on cleaning the kitchen and headed for her bedroom, smiling at him over her shoulder. "On that note. Good night, O'Grady."

[irredeemed_ant]

Eric simply rolled his eyes at that. "Nice to see where your priorities are, Agent. I'll try not to do that, anyway. Would be a pretty weird ass HYDRA plant to have you bed me down for the nice and make me sandwiches and then kill you."

Regardless he smiled back at her, said good night back and tried to get as comfortable as possible on the sofa. It took a little while but weariness soon took him and he was asleep.

[agentxthirteen]

She crept past him the next morning, letting him sleep as she turned the television on, on mute, and sat on the edge of the coffee table, watching the headlines as she tugged on her shoes. A usual, most of the news stories couldn't be believed, but there were little tidbits here and there that could be telling. It was always interesting what words they used to describe the same stories in different ways.

Still trying not to wake him - she owed him that much after he hadn't tried to kill her in her sleep - she moved quietly to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. She should leave him a note, shouldn't she? He probably wouldn't be pleased to wake up to an empty apartment. It had been a long time since she'd had guests.

[irredeemed_ant]

Eric probably looked a little adorable stretched out comfortably on the sofa, the mildest of snores from his lips and nostrils. The sound of the coffee pot gradually twirling into life made him wake slightly, blinking through worn eyes and shifting his head slightly to remember where he was and who with. His eyes eventually settled blurrily on Sharon and he recalled the previous day's events. He wondered whether to alert her he was partially active but she seemed like she was busy, maybe off to work, and maybe she wouldn't be able to handle delays.

[agentxthirteen]

She scribbled a quick note for him to let him know she'd gone out on a jog, and then she was off.

She was panting when she got back nearly half an hour later, quietly letting herself back into the apartment and going straight to the freezer door. She stuck her head in to try to cool off, her hand feeling around blindly on the counter as she sought her coffee cup.

[irredeemed_ant]

He waited about five minutes after he heard the door shut to rise from the sofa, located a set of socks in her bedroom to keep his feet from freezing before pouring himself some coffee, sighing at the warm if somewhat cheap caffeine taste.

When Sharon returned he was seated on the sofa cross-legged, munching quietly on a bowl of honey nut flakes and eying her attempts to keep cool and fumble for a cup before gentlemanly nature took over and he slid it towards her hand.

[agentxthirteen]

Her fingers closed around the cup, and her head lifted in surprise. That had been... nice of him.

"Thanks." She gave him a nod and closed the door. "I'm going to take a shower. Do you have plans for the day? Or are you following me to work?"

Going with her to work would probably be a better way of saying it, but she suspected that meant carrying him in her breast pocket.

[irredeemed_ant]

Eric had his moments of niceness, plus he wasn't about to see Sharon awkwardly fumble for coffee much longer. So he smiled politely amid his breakfast munching.

"Well I wasn't sure, really. I could keep you company if you want, maybe stop that boss of yours from being such a hard ass. But I can always stay here and get some things in order."

[agentxthirteen]

"I don't think you could stop him from being an ass. Ass is his nature." She headed to her bedroom to get some clothes. "And if you're coming with me, you're not riding in my breast pocket."

Coming out of her room, she looked him over. "I'll see what I can do at work. I don't think I'll need you there, though. So if you have something you want to do before all hell possibly breaks loose... you might as well take advantage of the free day today."

[irredeemed_ant]

That prompted a chuckle from him as he let her go and change before she returned. "CIA bosses can be a bit uptight and assish. Anyway, I'm not sure where else I would hide on you which is practical - jacket pocket is basically the same and your trouser pockets or handbag would be too dark for my tastes. So unless you have a better suggestion I'll probably stay here. Just try not to get into trouble without me."