Alex Danvers FBI

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No one: Lena Luthor’s shirt buttons:

Did anywone say AgentCorp? No? Well I made this anyway.

An Agentcorp gif filled story inspired by a prompt (to be revealed later if I write a second part to this)

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Alex Danvers, a promising agent on the rise of her career at the DEO, was everything J’onn expected her to be.  Loyal.  Dedicated.  A leader.  A fighter.  And, a bona fide bad ass.  Her colleagues knew this well and never saw any other side of Alex.  And this was intended.  But it took her a while to get that reputation, and she started it the minute she stepped foot into headquarters for the very first time.

Alex wanted to make her mark.  She wanted people to know she was serious.  She didn’t want any rumors of favoritism or any such lackluster excuse to be the reason people whispered in the shadows, or make her be a topic of interest when they congregated behind closed doors.  Because she, unlike any others in her class, was recruited directly by their fearless director, J’onn Jones.  This automatically put a target on her back.  J’onn Jones ran the DEO with a commandeering attitude laced with dignity.  He doesn’t go out of his way to personally recruit anyone.  He had other, more pressing matters to focus on.  And because of that alone, Alex knew she had to prove her worth.

If anyone in the agency dared to dig her up, Alex would hang her head in shame.  She couldn’t hide nor deny some recent incidences of her past— minor as they were— because it gave her a criminal record nonetheless.  All courtesy of her partying, drinking and lapse in better judgement when she blatantly just “gave no fucks”.  And if you asked, she’d never go into detail of what all transpired that one, ever memorable night.  It was a blemish in her record, one that her fellow, more jealous, colleagues would be happy to call her out on.

Alex did well her first year.  She rose up the ranks and earned the respect of her fellow agents— perhaps not without a few bruised ribs, take-downs or bloody knuckles.  The latter was both given and earned from a few sparring matches with a some of her other more stubborn teammates who needed to learn the hard way that she could “walk the walk”. 

Alex remained focused on her job and she loved it.  And nothing, nothing would ever make her lose focus again.

Until maybe a certain Luthor walked in the door…