Toujours fidèle.

He stepped aside a bit holding the door open for her.

“How...how have you been?” The words were pushed out timidly; she was afraid that wasn’t a good start. But it was all she wanted to know.

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He coughs, rubbing his sternum with his palm to soothe himself. “When I was in Ukraine, and ran into a small group of Russians that were getting too close for comfort. I did what I do best. Kill them, quick and clean. Rummaged through their dead bodies and found HYDRA trinkets on them. So first thing I did.” He pulls out his phone, waving it. “Made a direct call  to your boss, telling her where I am and what’s going on in the immediate area. She told me there was an agent coming my way in the area, so I may or may not have done a proximity search on who is around, and I came upon your files. Besides, SHIELD or HYDRA, that’s an extremely easy choice to make.”

“Guess I should be heading back now. Sleep and all. You should be getting some rest, too.” Putting a hand on the door, she attempts to joke, “I’m going to miss hearing you snore loud enough to wake the dead.”

“Bless MacMillan’s soul though. He’s gotten my back for the longest time.” Silas peers around Gen, seeing if there are any doctors around for the time being before stepping out of the bed, stretching just a slight bit. and sitting himself up without the bed frame’s support. “Have you gotten any new missions as of late? It seems boring for me to stay in bed while you go out there and risk that pretty neck of yours.”

She watches him sit up and stretch, watchful for any signs he’s overexerting himself but knowing enough by now that he’d keep doing it anyway. So long as no doctors come nosing in, he won’t be in any trouble. At any rate, there’s a question pressing in her mind, surprise that doesn’t immediately show in her features. “You already knew who I was then?” she asked, tilting her head. “How?” Eventually agents will hear about one another from common friends and colleagues, but until recently, Gen only knew of Silas from files kept on him, or that included him; their lines of interaction never intersected significantly, she assumed, until they actually met.

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“The old man is someone I’ve never worked with in my life. Hell, I’ve never met him face to face except only one time when MacMillan and I had to link up with him in Xinjiang, investigating what the Chinese were doing and selling that information to the Russians. And that was cause our exfil was through South Ossetia.” He shrugs. “When I got my ass locked up in the shittiest part of Siberia, he got me out, and nagged the entire trip back to the Western Russian border where I got dropped off. To him, I’m like an annoying nephew that keeps getting into trouble and breaking shit. MacMillan was the good kid between the two of us.”

At Silas’s story she doesn’t offer much in the way of commentary at first, choosing to listen with a thin, amused smile. Gen never gets tired of hearing these kinds of stories, and he seems to have so many of them. “Personally getting you out of trouble and chewing your ear off; sounds a lot like a dad, too,” she remarks, “and you and MacMillan were his kids.”

He hangs up, looking back at Gen and shrugging. “MacMillan’s dealer works in the Moscow underground. Kremlin has a love hate relationship with him cause he sold arms to all the Warsaw Pact states when the USSR fell and have most of their brass by the balls, but he was an information broker when the Russians were in Chechnya and now the regions of  South Ossetia and Abkhazia that are both part of Georgia. Frankly, for a price, he’d get your ass out of any Russian gulag.” He places his hands back on his lap. “So, did you miss me when I was gone?”

He hangs up, explains what she’s more or less gathered in a very matter-of-fact way, and Gen allows a bemused smile to break through. “Yes, I definitely missed hearing you cuss at your friends and nearly getting killed with you. Could never have lived without it.” Gen rolls her eyes in an attempt to sound sarcastic, but she goes on, “It’s infinitely better than when I was trying to kill you.”

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((Wanna throw this up there real quick. This is an Agents of SHIELD!AU inspired drawing of @argentaeglantine and Silas. I talked to her and pitched the sort of kit Gen would war and got her blessing nonetheless. Also want to thank @kumafromtaiwan for doing the commission despite the heavy number of references and amount of other things to do, Chinese New Year included.))

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Argenta took a fork and quickly teased out the bit of shell from the bowl. “We’ll need to crack a few more eggs, then beat them with the whisk. You have to move briskly, or else it spills.” 

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Silas looks right at her eyes. “So I did have one question though. Why did you come back for me? That certainly wasn’t your style. If anything, this situation was supposed to be turned around.”

After a moment of thought she shrugs. “Why not? You tossed me out a window and tried to be a hero by getting captured, and I had to sit in a hospital being talked to like a little girl while knowing you could end up worse than Perrault back in Manila. Not to mention the response team they sent after you was shockingly slow. I couldn’t not go.”

“There is a possibility that there are sleepers within SHIELD itself. I’m open to that hypothesis after going through what I did.” He laughs to himself. “Just so you know, I bit down on some cyanide before they can brainwash me like how they did to Agent 33. It was either save me and beat information out of me, or lose an asset.”

At the mention of cyanide she presses her lips in a thin line. Shrugs as a last-ditch attempt. ”You did what you thought you had to.”