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
⁇ :My character will react to your character buying them only after a long and awkward pause where no one else was bidding.
Dean waited… and waited.
And began to feel very self conscious. No one was bidding. He’d only entered out of a sense of wanting to help, because he hadn’t felt helpful at all lately. Even the emcee looked embarrassed for him.
And then a lone bid, and the quick smack of the hammer. Head shot up, looking for the raised paddle and the face behind it. Hazel Brompton. He could kiss her, and then maybe beg for delicious food.
Walking over when it was all said and done, he offered a smile.
"Sorry I couldn’t bring in more money, but you’ve got me for the next couple days."
She laughed and walked up to the table and wrote a check out, adding a bit more since after all, this is charity. That done, she turned to him and grinned. ”That sounds really good. And food will happen. But we can do whatever we want. It’s getting warmer…how about Coney Island? Do you like rollercoasters?”
"I love rollercoasters. I’ve been meaning to check out Coney Island ever since I moved here, I just haven’t had the time. Is it as cool as everyone says it is?"
She stepped away from the table, not wanting to block it. ”I’ve been once and it was really fun, but didn’t really get to thoroughly explore, you know? The coaster there was amazing though. Since you’ve not been and I want to check it out again, let’s go tomorrow? I’ll make supper after if you like.”
The Battle for HC-64 has begun, these events happen (at the start) congruent to the battle of the Treskillion. This is an open event, you do not need to be Helifeels to join in, please send me or agentbrompton or any other Helifeels member a message if you wish to do a thread, or hop in on one. The tag for this plot (and plots that spawn from it hopefully) will be HYDRAfeels, as named by asecretagentleman.
Hazel had a slight feeling of illumination as he explained. ”So….you and AJ are twins. OH dear gods that makes so much more sense. Andrew….” she laughed suddenly and pinked up. ”…I’m so sorry. Let’s try this again?”
She offered her hand to him across the table. ”Agent Hazel Brompton…Head Chef and Director of the Food Servie Department, Level Six. I’m very, very pleased to meet you.”
“Please, no apologies are necessary. It happens all the time, trust me on that one.” He grinned as he reached out to take her hand. “Agent Andrew Johnson, Psi Division, Level Six and I am more than happy to meet the person behind what helps send me to the gym. Most people call me Drew, well except for my mum and grandparents…well, and my brother when he is a bit angry with me.”
She grinned cheerily and shook his hand. ”Drew, then. Very very nice to meet you. And of course, now I’m wondering if your brother neglected to mention that he was a twin on purpose?” She laughed and let his hand go. ”I’ll have to give him some grief over that. It was bad enough that I thought I was hallucinating, you and he both look just like Agent Zingari. Have you met Alastor yet?”
Jean smiled a bit and managed to squeeze her hand in return of her kiss. “You did right…” He sighed and looked up to the white ceiling. “You did right.” He repeated. “She said…” He frowned. “She said one week before I feel myself again, right?” He looked at His Princess again. “I feel… I feel… I feel like I need coffee.” He smiled frankly. “I mean badly, a lot of coffee. I want to be able to move, to think. Coffee will do it, right?”
Hazel smiled softly and nodded. ”A week. Aye, a week. Not so long, really. But…if I get you coffee, will you swear that you’ll take as much time as you actually need?”
Jean shook his head. “I need to think now. It’s been 5 days you said and a week more? They will need me for the investigation.” He tried to lift his torso from the bed, but barely moved and then feel back down. He blinked. “I hate hospital rooms only sick people are in hospital rooms.” He was exasperate of his own inability to get out of bed right away and run to the nearest exit. “Hospital smells like orphanage but only worse.” He finally confessed like an after thought.
She sat up and pulled the rolling table closer, the strange lily still in a vase on the table, giving off the tropical scent. ”Here, this may help a little. One of your admirers dropped this off for you, it’s very unusual.” She smiled and arranged it closer to him so he could smell it without moving much. ”I promise that you won’t be here forever, and my apartment doesn’t smell like a hospital. I’ll even get you roses, alright?”
She took his hand again, reluctant to let go of him right now. Arthur crawled up a little and settled in his lap, satisfied now that Zhawn was awake and mum was happy and relieved.
Hazel blushed a bit and chuckled. ”Well, thank goodness I usually have their best interests at heart. I’d hate to lead anyone astray. So…tell me, miss, how are you feeling now?”
Hel playfully pouted and smiled as she waved her living index finger at Hazel, “Miss, huh? Here I am, curled up in one of your fluffy robes, cuddling Arthur like he knows exactly where every one of my sads is hiding, and sipping tea, and feeling like I’m spending time with the sister I always wished for, and I’m still ‘miss’?” She gave Hazel a look of disappointment. “It’s the goddess thing, isn’t it? You do realize that thanks to what Daddy did, you’d be considered a Hero, at the very least, in any culture that has Heroes in its myths, right? And Heroes are well-known for their tendency to argue with Gods.” She paused, then let out a short laugh. “Of course. I have trouble imagining you arguing with anyone who didn’t either need a cricket bat to the kneecaps or a reminder that they’re not the failure they feel like they are. You’re just too damned nice a person.”
She took another sip, looked into her cup thoughtfully, then said softly, “You know, when I was little, before ending up in Daddy’s living room, I envied the girls who had sisters. Sure, Fen and Jormi were the best big brothers, but they were brothers. Now, well, I don’t want you to feel like you have to hold me at arm’s length and be formal and deferential and all that kind of thing. Even in people who worship me, it gets really old, really fast. I’m the kind of person who’ll offer my dead hand when I meet someone, so I can see through the deferential tap-dancing as quickly as possible, and learn whether someone is honest, or trying to blow smoke up my skirts. Daddy loves you, and you gave me a second chance after I’d been so horrible over the phone, and I guess I’m babbling, huh? It’s just, when you call me ‘miss’, I worry that I did something wrong again so I don’t deserve to be treated like a sister.”
Hazel smiled quietly and put a hand on her knee, squeezing gently. ”We’re still getting to know one another, Hel. My…sense of humour? My sensibilities? Whatever it is, I tease. I nickname and I tease and sometimes I call formal because honestly, I’m English. It does not mean that I’m holding you at any distance, really. It’s all meant fondly and familiarly, I promise. And…as we do get to know one another, it will likely change. But I’m not afraid of you, I’m not going to kowtow to you. You’re family…well, almost. Soon.” She grinned and blushed a bit. ”Claimed family in any case. So I will give you grief, I will tease, I will spoil, I will worry on. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s what I do, you are my sister so long as you want to be, and I love you.”
… by the time we knew what was happening, it was too late. Maybe we shouold have seen it coming, but so should EVERYONE ELSE FOR THE LAST 80 YEARS.
He just smiled a bit, looking at her. “That sounds perfect.”
He smiled, leaning back against her. Closing his eyes, relaxing against her. “I really love this, dear. Thank you so much.”
She smiled and kept moving the cloth around what she could reach easily, the hot water relaxing them both. She kissed the top of his shoulder, still humming a bit. “Anything for you, handsome. Anything.”
He smiled, nuzzling her gently as best he could. “Is that right?” he asked with a grin, looking back at her. “Anything at all?”
Hazel looked at him with a brow lifting in amusement. ”Well. Anything so long as it’s not illegal or embarrassing.”
"Fair enough, my dear," he said with a smile.
She grinned and kissed his nose. “Glad we agree, love. So really…what more might help you relax, mm?”