#thistakesprecedence

"Hi, Coulson. Whatcha doing here?"

Philly turned the corner, flicking her hair off her shoulder with a sharp twist of her wrist. Her heels clicked on the dark floors as she readjusted her hold on the files in her arms. She entered the lab.

"Simmons! We have a new case." She smiled.

SHIELD.

Strategic Hazard Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

Fuck my life. Please don’t let this end in another forced faceplant to a table.

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This people with superpowers thing is getting a little annoying now. Do you understand how much of my stress is being caused by the fact various American politics come to me whining about the best way to fund the rebuilding of an American city every month, hm?

I'm going to die Arlette thought plainly while hiding in the shared dumpster of Chinese restaurant and a Mexican one. All she could smell in her final moments was a sickening blend of jasmine rice and salsa along with rancid while something dripped sticky dripped down the back of her thigh. And I am going to die in complete shame and as a Jane Doe. All of my identification cards with me are fake. 

The start of this mess was her quasi-legal spying equipment (she may have gotten bored and built a police scanner) picked up a call for help sent out that used the veiled jargon she learned to mean 'Call for superhero assistance'. Where there's superheroes, there's potential for her to get a scoop, so she quickly made her way over to the right street to answer the call. Turns out that it was a fake call meant to lure some heroes into a trap...that she walked into. Next came running for her life and trying to hide. Pulling off a stunt that was part parkour, part what felt like breaking gravity she got just enough of an edge to find a place to hide...in a dead end alleyway. Now, she heard gunshots and screaming and she knew her death was imminent. 

Philly walked into the restaurant, heels clicking softly on the floor. She smiled at the lovely decor, the lighting making her skin glow a with a slight orange tint. She spotted Stark in a booth, near the back of the room, and began to walk towards him. The place was crowded, and filled with endless chatter she couldn't begin to make sense of. 

"Agent Romanov! Welcome back." Philly smiled.

Philly stared at the cold, dull water as the waves slowly lapped up against the sand at her feet. It was one of those cloudy, gray days where the sun never really had a chance to make an appearance and you can't shake the chill from your skin. She chewed slightly on her bottom lip, watching the ripples as they came in and the ocean wind lifted the blonde curls softly from her face.