"Are you okay??" Eleanor knelt down beside the other woman "That's a stupid question. Of course you're not okay. You were just poisoned by a Nazi super bee. Or a super Nazi bee? Gaaaaah, your so not okay! AND you're going to have to plead self defense before a court of people who love bees and honey and fruit and pretty much food. But first you need medical attention, and I'm not sure shots can pierce your skin so it has to be SHIELD with specialized equipment and you might not like that because some people get weird about SHIELD operating on them. Dammit dammit dammit! This is only my second week in New York!"
Eleanor worried at her lower lip, chewing away nervously. Well, she'd been thrown into the frying pan, all right. From Miami, which was pretty much a superpowered backwater (she STILL didn't get that) to the Mecca of super heroes. Somebody upstairs obviously had faith in her. Or maybe they wanted to watch her crash and burn. Either or.
"Okay okay okay. We can do this. I'm gonna have them put you on a stretcher, okay? I'm just and admin assistant, but they listen to me. And we're going to take you someplace that will probably look scary. Don't blow anybody up pretty please? They might be mad scientists, but they're good mad scientists. Not like, AIM or Hydra or Doombots. At least, I don't think they're Doombots. Or Hydra, for that matter. Or Hydra Doombots. We'll find a cure. You're not going to die. I promise. I hope."
She tapped her earpiece to activate it. "I need a med team at my location! Code Black Widow Beta!" It wasn't quite as much respect as "Alpha", but it sure did get attention. She'd been told to use it in emergencies. Even potential future Black Widows got the highest respect in SHIELD. It was like the Navy Seals, if there could only ever be one Seal at a time, and if that Seal were the baddest ass of all bad asses in the entire military. (This was why she thought it was kind of silly that she even be considered in the same class as that. There wasn't enough training in the world to get her to that level. Was there?)
[They want us because we are an us. Imagine a Black Widow that doesn't ever die, but that does change entire identities when killed. Think about it for a second, and for fuck's sake, stop with the inane self depreciation. You might not be the best, yet, but I am.]
"Sorry, sorry. You're awesome, I get it. Ugh." Eleanor had yet to fully believe in her voices as entire personalities that came out when she died, but SHIELD did. And they were convincing. Those were not her thoughts. Well, they were. And they weren't. She was probably just crazy.
In the time it took her to talk to herself, a stretcher had already been brought along with a med team that had been in the rear of the breaching SHIELD group that took down Swarm. They went to work packing Warbird up, and Eleanor made sure to stay close by.
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Eleanor worried at her lower lip, chewing away nervously. Well, she'd been thrown into the frying pan, all right. From Miami, which was pretty much a superpowered backwater (she STILL didn't get that) to the Mecca of super heroes. Somebody upstairs obviously had faith in her. Or maybe they wanted to watch her crash and burn. Either or.
"Okay okay okay. We can do this. I'm gonna have them put you on a stretcher, okay? I'm just and admin assistant, but they listen to me. And we're going to take you someplace that will probably look scary. Don't blow anybody up pretty please? They might be mad scientists, but they're good mad scientists. Not like, AIM or Hydra or Doombots. At least, I don't think they're Doombots. Or Hydra, for that matter. Or Hydra Doombots. We'll find a cure. You're not going to die. I promise. I hope."
She tapped her earpiece to activate it. "I need a med team at my location! Code Black Widow Beta!" It wasn't quite as much respect as "Alpha", but it sure did get attention. She'd been told to use it in emergencies. Even potential future Black Widows got the highest respect in SHIELD. It was like the Navy Seals, if there could only ever be one Seal at a time, and if that Seal were the baddest ass of all bad asses in the entire military. (This was why she thought it was kind of silly that she even be considered in the same class as that. There wasn't enough training in the world to get her to that level. Was there?)
[They want us because we are an us. Imagine a Black Widow that doesn't ever die, but that does change entire identities when killed. Think about it for a second, and for fuck's sake, stop with the inane self depreciation. You might not be the best, yet, but I am.]
"Sorry, sorry. You're awesome, I get it. Ugh." Eleanor had yet to fully believe in her voices as entire personalities that came out when she died, but SHIELD did. And they were convincing. Those were not her thoughts. Well, they were. And they weren't. She was probably just crazy.
In the time it took her to talk to herself, a stretcher had already been brought along with a med team that had been in the rear of the breaching SHIELD group that took down Swarm. They went to work packing Warbird up, and Eleanor made sure to stay close by.