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The day had come and gone with... no incident. Not bad for the first day, Sterling thought. He'd accomplished his pranks and had heard nothing from those he'd pranked. That meant he had successfully flown under the radar, right?
Who would suspect Sterling on today of all days?
Still, he kept his office door open this year. He welcomed visitors. He didn't frown when he saw a familiar face approaching.
He truly looked better this year.
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Penelope Morgan would receive the second prank of the day. Sterling wasn't sure if that would have fingers pointed at himself for pranking two close friends, but he hoped perhaps it lead people to believe that the prankster was targeting department heads to throw them off the scent for at least a little while. He'd decided on two pranks a day for three days, be them on specific people or the entire office. He hadn't quite narrowed down his list of targets yet.
Agent Morgan would arrive that day to find her office filled with ball pit balls. It seemed a fitting prank as she had done the same to his cubical for April Fool's Day back in 2013. A callback to simpler times. Her office was much larger than his little cubical had been but it didn't mean there wasn't at least a foot of balls to wade through. He'd even taped the bottom of her doorway so as she opened the door none would escape into the rest of the department. Just a little oasis of fun for her until she decided to clean it all up.
Happy Mercversary, Pen.
@infiniitefrequency
3rd day.Â
August 22nd.Â
And he was... surprisingly ok.Â
Chen had really come through starting the three days off in a positive light and he had been doing his very best to ride that high and add to it each night for the remainder of the 3 days.Â
And here he was. Day 3. Running out of steam on what was, so far, the tamest anniversary of his torture he had experienced.Â
Day 2 of pranks started out pretty strong. At least, for the people who got to the office early enough. Sterling had gotten to work as early as he could calculate it would take him to pull it off but he'd finished just about an hour before people usually started shuffling in.
No matter what floor anyone got off of on the elevator that day, they would be met with a wall of stacked plastic cups, a different color for each floor. Once the first person on each floor arrived and broke through, the prank was over. For those first few, and anyone who happened to be on the elevator with them, it was certainly a surprise and a half.
Sterling himself, to keep up the ruse, had gone down the stairs to exit, keeping all elevator cup walls intact for whoever arrived after him. He got a round of donuts for his department, and when he arrived back at the office he acted as surprised as anyone to hear about the cups prank. Sure, a few people saw him do this one, some night shift or security staff, and it would be easy to check security footage, but where's the fun there?
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Despite wanting to keep his distance from the man who had triggered him last Mercversary, Sterling decided to start with Mason on his path of destruction.
To ensure that it would all be done by lunch time, Sterling had called first thing in the morning, and ended up having to call several places to get it done. He paid for it, of course. The point of this was to be a harmless prank, and though he knew Mason could afford it he wasn't about to do anything that could be seen as destructive or cruel. That's not what this was about.
So around lunch time, when Mason got called into the front Lobby of the base to pick up a "rather large delivery" he was sure the last thing the man would expect to see were several pizza delivery men loading what looked like 100 pizza boxes into the building. No name was given and each pizza place was instructed not to reveal who had ordered the pizzas. Now, this was SHIELD. It would be easy for Mason to extract information from them. That wasn't the game he hoped Mason would play however. If he did, however, he would discover only the letter E as his pizza provider. Mason would know exactly who that meant.
The toppings and crusts varied, appealing to a wide variety of agents within the base. Veggie pizzas, gluten free crusts, meat lovers, white sauce, the list was endless. He knew Mason was not going to be the one eating them anyway. Might as well feed the entire building through him.
Happy Mercversary, Mason Miller.
@agentmasonmiller
Sterling had decided to take an entirely new approach to the cursed anniversary of his torture. He didn't lock himself away in his office to wallow in his own emotions or bury it all in work like he usually did. No, this called for a change, and that change was... A step backwards in time.
No, not to when it happened. Before.
One of the things that made Sterling angriest about what happened to him was that he was changed. Before Merc he was much more relaxed on the rules. Sure, he respected them and his superiors, but he was more casual. He participated in prank wars. He laughed more. He gave nicknames. He held less fear. Perhaps it was why he got along so well with Clint. He was a more extreme version of who he used to be and the reminder, being close to someone like that, put him at ease.
For Sterling there was only one logical solution to his problem. There was only one way to focus his mind on something more positive and creative for the next three days.
Sterling was going to anonymously prank his coworkers.
Nothing serious. Harmless office pranks that wouldn't interfere with anyone getting work done. After all, who would suspect serious, straight laced, protocol following, Sterling of all people?
Let the games begin.
August 20th
Again.
For once though, Sterling felt ok.
It was another day. He could breathe, his head was clear, he'd packed his medication and an umbrella just in case.
He was... Well.
Confident that this would be the year without incident. Would he be right this time? He'd thought the same thing the year before and had been horribly wrong. He would just have to avoid Mason at all costs for the next three days. Not that Sterling thought he would start anything but just for his own sanity and security. Avoiding his issues was never the answer, he knew, but he was determined to be better this year.
He was going to be better.
