Her entire area has been reconfigured to something not unlike Mr. Stark's research laboratory, right down to the stacks of equipment resting on unfolded plans that mimicked the ones on the hanging touchscreens. He would instantly recognize the maps of North America, with minimized windows containing the other continents, including Antarctica, each a spider web of bright blue lines and several of his recent incidents marked with red diamonds.
Her hair was piled on top of her head, most of it anyway, speared through with a pencil. She wore khakis over knee high boots, and a button up blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Even sitting down, she looked exhausted. Worn thin, but with a fierce determination he'd no doubt recognize, either from the rest of his team or his own mirror.
It took her a moment to pull her focus away from the current tracking algorithm, and when she saw who had joined her, her face lit up. She stood to greet him. "Director Coulson. What a lovely surprise."
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Her entire area has been reconfigured to something not unlike Mr. Stark's research laboratory, right down to the stacks of equipment resting on unfolded plans that mimicked the ones on the hanging touchscreens. He would instantly recognize the maps of North America, with minimized windows containing the other continents, including Antarctica, each a spider web of bright blue lines and several of his recent incidents marked with red diamonds.
Her hair was piled on top of her head, most of it anyway, speared through with a pencil. She wore khakis over knee high boots, and a button up blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Even sitting down, she looked exhausted. Worn thin, but with a fierce determination he'd no doubt recognize, either from the rest of his team or his own mirror.
It took her a moment to pull her focus away from the current tracking algorithm, and when she saw who had joined her, her face lit up. She stood to greet him. "Director Coulson. What a lovely surprise."