#shieldagentlissner

No one here is a little teapot, and singing that song around Agent Lissner is harassment. Lest anyone get the not-at-all bright idea to ask, he can and will cut you down to size. 

//To be brutally and unpopularly honest, agents likely all, even the scientists, have to pass some sort of basic physical fitness tests. Maybe a scientist could get away with asthma, but a field agent or even a desk agent who may have some physical exertion required as part of their job would not.

Especially not asthma requiring dependency on an inhaler, or chronic asthmatic bronchitis that would see them ill for weeks at a stretch.

My husband has chronic asthmatic bronchitis, and my sister exercise-induced asthma. Neither of them would likely make the grade as field agents, though my husband’s is well-enough figured out that he might be able to swing a desk job. My sister, on the other hand, would likely need to be a scientist to work for SHIELD.

They’re a para-military organization, with higher standards of everything, including physical fitness. It sucks, but there’s no reasonable accommodation for a field agent with asthma. Desk agents and scientists, though, perhaps. It all  depends on their job description.

There are some VERY well-written and played OCs on Tumblr with disabilities, and they play them VERY close to how I think reality would go. There’s Charlie with her oxygen tank who is filing and filing only, and constantly thinking about how close things are to elevators and how many steps she’d need to take for maximum efficiency and conservation of movement, and Agent Lissner with his height disadvantage who makes the reader truly understand the viewpoint. I’m only four inches taller than his faceclaim; it’s a different world down around people’s belly buttons and he gets it.

Approaching the office, Sharon saw the door was already open and peaked in and saw Lissner at his desk. She knocked lightly on the door frame and smiled, "Mind if I come in?"