#agent-wiley

"Shae... You're looking... particularly angry," Bruce said, frowning ever so slightly and pushing himself away from his lab bench, standing to greet the agent as she entered his space. With a wave of his hand, he minimized the holographic blueprint images he had been studying, and carefully put down the screwdriver he'd been holding. His dark eyes briefly flicked towards the small, twelve sided metal cube on the table between them, but beyond that his expression was completely unreadable.

He had, of course, been waiting for this. Been waiting ever since the moment the idea had first pushed its way into his head. Someone was, as always, invariably watching. That was SHIELD's way. Observe, neutralize, pray you've avoided a conflict, and sit back wringing your hands when conflict invariably turned up. 'Phase two,' the physicist thought to himself, amused. 'Neutralize.' At least it was Shae. It had been hours since Bruce had slept last, possibly days--he could never tell anymore--and at least Shae usually had enough tact to know when she'd managed to push something too far. And she listened. Sort of. Even when she didn't really want to be, she at least tried to be diplomatic.

The streets of New York hadn't changed a bit since she'd been gone. Covered in dirt, grime, and trash in some spots. Nicely polished sidewalk in others. As she walked by the coffee store she had been into so many times, she thought about stopping, but shook her head. She had somewhere to be, someone she needed to see. Someone that she had missed dearly while she had been away. 

The vacation had been an ordered one. That was something not many people knew. Some might have guessed. The infamous Agent 13 taking a vacation in the Caribbean on her own accord? Not a chance. Others must have thought it was an undercover op. But, she knew why she was sent away. She had got too caught up in her work, had let it get to her. Fury had noticed and normally, he would have just let the agent go. But, this was her. And he wouldn't just throw her to the wind. So, he had told her to go somewhere. He didn't care where, but somewhere that didn't involve her being in New York. Or being at work. She hadn't told anyone before she had left, not even the person she was headed to see.

No one knew she was back either, except Fury, of course. He had sent her a text letting her know she could return to work. Though, he had done it in his own way. Sending a text that simply said Code Black. As if she was supposed to know what that had meant. She had taken a redeye flight back, had tried to reach Fury several times. But, nothing. Of course. She had caught up on most of the files during the flight and nothing struck her as odd or as something that was "code black". She didn't let it get to her, though. It could be just Fury's own little way of telling her to come home. 

Making her way through S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, she didn't give any indication that she heard the whispers and stares. She kept her head straight and stood tall. People would always gossip. She didn't even stop by her own office. The one that she knew was still there because when she had gone Fury had promised her that this "vacation" didn't mean she was being demoted. It was simply just that. A vacation. 

"Agent Wiley?"

Bruce stood in the doorway, his lips pressed tightly together in an amused smile as the little boy sitting on his shoulders peeked up at the woman through Bruce's mess of curly hair.

"I think I have something that belongs to you!" He glanced up at the child. "Want to tell Ms. Wiley where I found you?"

Pros:

Also very pretty.

Seems like she would have more of an idea of what she was doing than Anja would.

Has proven that she can be amiable and tease. Amiable and teasing is good.

Cons:

Cigarettes. Blech.

When is she actually mad and when is she just teasing? That might be important during sex. Right?

FOR WHAT??