Agent Level 6, Director of the Food Services Division aboard the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.

"When the skies are looking above my dear, and your heart’s lost all it’s hope,
after dawn there will be sunshine and all the dust will go,
skies will clear up my darling, I wake up with the one I love the most,
and in the morning I’ll make you up some tea and toast.” -Lucy Spraggan

Current M!A: None.

 

Here I Go, Turn the Page

specialagentwildcard:

agentbrompton:

specialagentwildcard:

Confusion flitted across his face before he realized what he’d said and misconstrued. “Sorry. What I meant to say is that knitted glass is a technique used to make artwork, like glass bowls, knitting needles, glasses, necklaces, etc. I stick to what I’m used to and create floral designs in different colors.”

She smiled.  ”I’m sure it’s really pretty.  You’ll have to show me sometime, hmm?”  The waitress brought their drinks, and she kept one of his hands in one of hers, thanking her as she picked up the glass and took a sip.  

She set it back down and looked to him once more.  ”I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.  It’s hard to believe it’s here.”

As was habit, Bryce played with his straw, twirling it around in the ice, stirring it clockwise and then counterclockwise, before he took a sip of his own drink, the refreshing taste welcome to his taste buds. “Surreal is what is.” he agreed with her statement, smiling lightly and glanced at their joined hands briefly. “Cliche as it sounds, I keep expecting this to be a wonderful dream and Ramzi or Ian will come barging in, waking me up. To be at this point, to actually call you ‘mine’…”

She agreed with everything he said.  And …then she flushed, a hint of a smile gracing her lips.  She ran her thumb over his knuckles, ducking her head slightly as she considered that.  

"You can.  If you want."  

agentbrompton asked
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fuascailt:

agentbrompton:

fuascailt:

2.

"Let’s have a quickie."

She nuzzled at his cheek, shivering at the kiss. The looks he was giving her were priceless…and she silently wondered how long she could keep this up without losing composure.  She looked up to him, blinking innocently, helpless with her hands caught up in his.  ”I’m sorry…did you want to do that bit?”

He’s momentarily forgotten what she’s talking about, trying to not let those big brown eyes of hers distract him too much, but glances down at the button and- Oh. “Well.. if you don’t mind.” He loosens his grip on her hands, armed with that smirk he’s heard annoys people, to work on getting her coat off quickly.

"I don’t mind at all.  Hope you don’t either?"

She was no prude, and she knew he was a good friend, and …so if he wanted to play this out, she wouldn’t have a scrap of guilt over it.  Being single and searching had its perks sometimes.  This was possibly one of them.  She busied herself with loosening his belt as he opened her coat, revealing a snug white tank top over a coloured blue bra that dimly showed through.  

ravenfirethief:

agentbrompton:

ravenfirethief:

"Mmhmm." He smiled and squeezed her gently. "No rush, love. Edgar keeps track of when I’ve done something like this, so a situation like when I brought your watch back to you normally never happens. Still, I have a long list of special events I’ve never been to, because I haven’t had anyone special to go with." He looked at her and whispered joyfully, "Now, though, I do."

She smiled soft and leaned against his shoulder, squeezing his hand.  ”Aww, sweetheart.  You know…I’ll go anywhere with you.  Just make sure I know the dress code.”

He chuckled and gave her a loving squeeze, then turned to look at her with this absolutely befuddled look on his face, as he asked, clearly enough for anyone nearby to hear him, “Dress code? What’s a dress code?” hehehehehehehehehe

She blinked and then got a similarly befuddled look, and she spoke in the same volume and manner.  ”I have no idea.  You mean that thing that we don’t follow at home as in nothing at all?  Maybe that’s it.”  

She kept the mental snickering to a minimum as the lights went down and the orchestra started up.  

agentbrompton asked
That's dirty.

fuascailt:

agentbrompton:

fuascailt:

2.

"Let’s have a quickie."

She stepped close to him and leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth with a grin.  ”Best ever.  Nice and simple.”  She opened the top button on her coat and looked up to him with mischief in her eyes.  

He’s still very much surprised this is actually going to happen, eyes widening a little when she starts unbuttoning her clothes and— holy shit is he going to see her boobs?

Taking hold of her hands to stop her, he leans down and buries his face into the crook of her neck and leaves a kiss there. Then he straightens up and arches a brow. 

She nuzzled at his cheek, shivering at the kiss. The looks he was giving her were priceless…and she silently wondered how long she could keep this up without losing composure.  She looked up to him, blinking innocently, helpless with her hands caught up in his.  ”I’m sorry…did you want to do that bit?”

asecretagentleman:

agentbrompton:

asecretagentleman:

“Womanizer” Jean mused “What an interesting word, It sounds like a super hero name or maybe a battery brand.”  He grinned. “don’t worry I have a role model and, despite the obvious physical similarities, it’s not Sean Connery in his most famous role.”

"I’m glad to hear that," she had to laugh to him.  "Anyone is a better role model."  The music kept going, and she didn’t make any indication that she wanted to stop.
"So really, we need to do this more often.  What do you say?"

Jean sighed “I have to look at my agenda to see if I can squeeze you somewhere between ALL the women who want a dance with me.”

“Well.   I suppose I should be grateful for this turn, Monsieur Lenormand?”  She teased and wrinkled her nose at him.  ”How many are you courting now?  Have you flirted with all of the women on board already?”  

asecretagentleman:

agentbrompton:

asecretagentleman:

“Womanizer” Jean mused “What an interesting word, It sounds like a super hero name or maybe a battery brand.”  He grinned. “don’t worry I have a role model and, despite the obvious physical similarities, it’s not Sean Connery in his most famous role.”

"I’m glad to hear that," she had to laugh to him.  "Anyone is a better role model."  The music kept going, and she didn’t make any indication that she wanted to stop.

"So really, we need to do this more often.  What do you say?"

Jean sighed “I have to look at my agenda to see if I can squeeze you somewhere between ALL the women who want a dance with me.”

Well.   I suppose I should be grateful for this turn, Monsieur Lenormand?”  She teased and wrinkled her nose at him.  ”How many are you courting now?  Have you flirted with all of the women on board already?”  

ravenfirethief:

agentbrompton:

ravenfirethief:

He surrendered his hand to her control and smiled lovingly at her. “With you, I know it will happen. I just need patience. Ready to enjoy silliness?” He grinned. “Ooh. you know, after this, we are going to have to find somewhen we can see “Not the Messiah” I know there was a performance at the Royal Albert Hall on … Edgar?”

October 23, 2009, Dad. And,  no, we were nowhere near England then, so it should be safe.

"What do you think,love?"

Hazel blinked.  ”2009.  Somewhen?  Uhm.  Let me  think on that.  That’s….a lot to consider, you know?”  Her mind swam with that possibility. 

"Mmhmm." He smiled and squeezed her gently. "No rush, love. Edgar keeps track of when I’ve done something like this, so a situation like when I brought your watch back to you normally never happens. Still, I have a long list of special events I’ve never been to, because I haven’t had anyone special to go with." He looked at her and whispered joyfully, "Now, though, I do."

She smiled soft and leaned against his shoulder, squeezing his hand.  ”Aww, sweetheart.  You know…I’ll go anywhere with you.  Just make sure I know the dress code.”

Anyil and Hazel’s Excellent Adventure

anyilherron:

agentbrompton:

anyilherron:

Anyil grinned. “Of course, let’s get going. There should be plenty of shopping, and it’s not like we’re going to be doing anything strenuous anyways. There will be plenty of time to get anything you need there.” She led the way through the corridors to the landing deck. “Just checking - anything you want to do that we haven’t gone over already? I figure the touristy things with the cathedrals and such, combined with savoring the food, should keep us plenty busy, but there;s always room for more.”

"Honestly, we’ll have to see when we get there.  I haven’t been to that region before.  Maybe drove through part of it but didn’t stop, for sure.  Food, wine, architecture, shopping, scenery…it’s going to be great."  

Anyil smiled. “I’m looking forward to it, seeing the lands Ama described with my own eyes. I’ve never had a chance to go back there, and,” she paused and threw an arm around her friend, “Thank you, so much, for agreeing to come with me. I don’t think I would ever have done this without a friend along. It would be… too much, else.” Despite her words, a smile stayed on her face. “And I’d rather share the joys of discover, n’est-ce pas?”

Hazel grinned and put her arm around Anyil’s waist.  ”Hey, I’m delighted that you asked me.  More delighted that you’re actually taking a break.  I’ve put it on my calendar.  Really.”  She laughed, just teasing after all.

"Really, I’m tickled to be with you on this…expedition."  


>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” >my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” 
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

shielddeputydirector:

agentbrompton:

She grinned at her friend and waggled her brows.  ”I’m sure we can bribe a cabana boy to keep you up on whatever you want.”  

"I’m just looking forward to stretching out on a piece of beach and closing my eyes and not worrying about a single report or mission for two weeks."

She was a liar; she’d worry anyway. She was, however, going to try her damndest to not worry. She owed it to her friend to try.

"We’re past occupied airspace. Going supersonic." The speed increased significantly, and through the controls she felt the compression of air and the slight tremor as the Quin-jet approached the sound barrier. Then they were through it, and they left the boom in their wake unheard by anyone, least of all themselves.

Hazel didn’t bother to look at Maria.  She didn’t need to, not to tease her.  ”So…if I told you to hand over the phone and datapad and earpiece for the duration, you’d do it with a smile and a thank-you, right?  Of COURSE you would.”  

She took a sip of her soda and smirked to herself.   “I’m here to help, just remember that.”  

Saber and SHIELD: Side Story - Range Time

jedimastertank:

agentbrompton:

jedimastertank:

“I will certainly speak with Master Skywalker about it.  I would not be surprised if he makes the time for you.”  Tank replied, carrying most of the gear.  “Grand Master of the Order he may be, but he likes to show that nobody is stratified and unreachable among our ranks.  We serve the people, and while the work we do is important, so too is that of all other citizens of the galaxy.  So it behooves us to stay connected with them.” 

“Plus he likes a good meal.”  He added as he set the weapons at the hands of Bullet, who proceeded to look them over and perform basic maintenance.  “I’ll let you know what he says.”

"Well, if he is available, I am absolutely going to try to give him a good meal.  For now….is there anything else you wanted to do?  I don’t want to take up all of your time."

“Actually…” He checked a chrono on the wall and sighed. “…I have somewhere I need to be, so I’m afraid I must be going.”  His shoulders lifted in a shrug, accepting it as one of those things you just have to.  “I hope you found this enlightening, and I thank you for the delicious meal.  Do you need someone to help guide you where you’re going to go next?”

She grinned and made a gentle shooing gesture.  ”No, no, I can find my way, and have sense to ask if not.  Go on, don’t let me make you late, please.  I’ll be just fine.  And…thank you again, Master Tank.  it’s been fun and instructive.”  

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fuascailt:

agentbrompton:

fuascailt:

2.

"Let’s have a quickie."

She grinned in surprise, but took his hand and pulled him into her tiny office and shut the door. “Can’t argue with your logic, luv.”

He lets himself be led into the office, a little amused that she actually agreed. Hearing the door close, he smiles, then tugs at her hand to close the space between them. "Well it is a pretty good argument." 

She stepped close to him and leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth with a grin.  ”Best ever.  Nice and simple.”  She opened the top button on her coat and looked up to him with mischief in her eyes.  

ravenfirethief:

agentbrompton:

ravenfirethief:

He laughed at her ack and slipped his arm around her to give her a quick hug - too quick to be TOO embarrassing in the proper atmosphere of the theater, he hoped.

Her assurance brought pink to his cheeks and he ducked his head. “I … I’m still getting used to it, sweetheart.You family is so different from what I’m used to, it’s like my world is turned all around and I’m still learning how to let myself enjoy it without looking for the kind of gotchas my father … or my widow … would have put into it. I know, they aren’t there. It’s just … I have to unlearn what I learned, you know?”

She kissed his hand and kept it in her lap.  ”Oh, Fred.  I know.  I know.  And I hope you’re able to unlearn it.  And forget it.  Entirely.  I so want the day to come for you when you don’t even think about it, but you can just relax, and accept and move on, whatever is happening.”  

He surrendered his hand to her control and smiled lovingly at her. “With you, I know it will happen. I just need patience. Ready to enjoy silliness?” He grinned. “Ooh. you know, after this, we are going to have to find somewhen we can see “Not the Messiah” I know there was a performance at the Royal Albert Hall on … Edgar?”

October 23, 2009, Dad. And,  no, we were nowhere near England then, so it should be safe.

"What do you think,love?"

Hazel blinked.  ”2009.  Somewhen?  Uhm.  Let me  think on that.  That’s….a lot to consider, you know?”  Her mind swam with that possibility.