“Last minute costume change” or “Why that suit looked so huge on Phil”
“You don’t understand, my suits fit me too well.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“Yes, Jasper. I can’t come off right away as an agent, I have to approach Stark casually. If I come at him as some kind of government agent, he’ll be suspicious. It’s a corporate event, I have to look like just another schmuck in a suit, and the more ill-fitting it is, the better. It’ll give me an edge.” Phil was frowning as he closed his locker. Turning to the younger agent, he eyed him. “Do you have an extra?”
“Of course, but you know we’re both about the same size. Mine won’t look much different on you.” Sitwell leaned against the other lockers as Phil grunted. This was a time sensitive assignment, and Coulson due at the event in less than an hour. “And before you try and track him down, neither will Blake’s.”
“Hey, what about John?” Jasper nodded at the field agent that had just walked into the space. “He’s bigger than us. You’d be swimming in his clothes.”
Phil considered it, looking over Agent John Garrett. Garrett was making strides as a combat field agent, taking down well known problematic individuals, seemingly every other week.
“…. I don’t even know if he has a suit here,” Phil finally said, looking back at Jasper. “He’s not exactly the suit type of agent.”
“Couldn’t hurt to ask, right? Hey John!” Jasper called out, catching the other man’s attention. Phil winced, fighting the urge to glare at Jasper. “You got a dress suit? And maybe a tie?”
Garrett nodded, and tossed down his black duffel bag. “’Course. Gimme a second.” From his locker, he yanked out a crumpled mess of clothes and brought it over, mostly navy. “Got a shirt too.” He glanced between the two, eyebrows lifting. “Why?”
Phil gingerly took the pile from him. “Need a different one than mine.” He extracted the jacket and smoothed it out. His expression went immediately from neutral to horrified. The proportions were off, and even on John, it would fit terribly. And the style was … horrendous. “This … this is a terrible suit, John,” he said, voice pained. “…..How can you wear this?”
“I don’t.” John scratched his chin idly. “Well… ‘cept when I gotta go in front of one of those SHIELD court things. You know, when you mess up a mission.” A smirk stretched over his face. “But yanno… I do so damn well, that don’t happen very often.”
Jasper snorted. “Thanks, he’ll bring it back when he’s done with it.” John shrugged a shoulder and moved back to his locker.
“…. I can’t wear this, Jasper.” Phil gave his friend a pained looked. “It’s … It’s…”
“Exactly what some some terrible corporate schmuck would wear? A badly fitting, badly styled suit and tie? Exactly the kind that wouldn’t set off the radar of Tony Stark or anyone who works for him?” A little smile came over Jasper’s face.
Phil sighed, shoulders slumping a little. “…..Yeah. It’s …. perfect.”
Written, with love, for erindizmo, and prompted by a twitter convo between her, myself and ralkana
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