SHIELD Library System

I’m still settling into LA and thus on hiatus, but this was a lovely message to find waiting for me when I checked back in. So, so much love to you all.

He settled back into the couch, paler for having tried to get up, and out of breath.  “I’ll be fine.”  He wheezed, not at all reassuringly. 

“What kind of guys do you tend to go home with?”  He asked, and then wagged his eyebrows gently. “On second thought, I probably shouldn’t ask that kind of question… they sound like the kind of guys that wouldn’t have much trouble beating up a blind guy for overstepping.”   

“A really rich guy who’s really into Norse mythology just put his collection up for auction in Madripoor to cover his debts. Some of it might actually be Asgardian, so I’m going in to find out.” She shrugged. “It barely counts as a field mission, except… Madripoor. And if we do have to take anything, we’ll technically be stealing from three different crime syndicates.”

He always figured that people tended to avoid him because of who he was. It never occurred to him that he gave off the impression that he was busy. Most of the time he wasn’t. Steve preferred to keep to himself most of the time and when he wasn’t busy he was running, sparring or trying to catch up on everything he had missed in the past seventy some odd years. "I’m sorry I gave you that impression,” he told her, offering a sympathetic smile. At some point he would have to change the way he was perceived. He wanted to be approachable to people. Instead it seemed as if he’d managed to keep people at arms length. “I’d offer to actually contact Thor but he’s off world at the moment. He’d got some things to handle back on Asgard. Hopefully it’s nothing Asgardian.” The last time something from Asgard ended up in the wrong hands it ended up being turned into a weapon. They definitely didn’t need something like that happening again. Not when they were having to track down stones that could end up being used against them.

“Actual Thor?” Oriole squeaked. “No. No, that’s okay.” Actual Thor? In her library? She swallowed and tried not to look too star struck by the idea. “It’ll be okay. We’ve found a few Asgardian bits and pieces before, and this guy’s collection isn’t giving off any energy signatures that can be read from a distance. There isn’t anything with a ton of power there.” She shrugged. “If there is anything, and I hope there isn’t, SHIELD can keep a lid on it,”

Awesome.

“Probably not,” she says finally. “But you can have some tea if you want.” The thick black band in her hair ripples, then flows down her neck, onto her shoulder, and down her arm to encase the woman’s hand.

Our new exhibit “Fantastic Worlds: Science and Fiction, 1780-1910″ officially opens tomorrow (July 1)! If you can’t make it to DC to see it in person, we have an online version that’s already up - a new “Chapter” each Tuesday!

Our move coordinator/whisperer channels Chris Pratt to tame our book trucks. We’re hoping they’ll be easier to wrangle than velociraptors once we start filling them up.