Claire Wise

(Agent) Claire Wise; formerly: the girl in the                    pink ski mask .................................... Level 2 Agent of SHIELD Assistant to Agent Blake .................................... We're bigger than we ever dreamed & I'm in love with being ♔ queen. .................................... [ indie canon marvel rp blog for Item 47's Claire Wise; please read info ] [ current charater arcs ]

[agentwise]

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[agentwise]

my laptop is broken and I won't get it fixed until next week, which means this blog is officially on hiatus until Sunday (one week from today)

[mischiefxchaos]

"Then press it."                      “——-gently.” 

[agentwise]

”How do I know I can t r u s t  you?"                      

[txuch]

“ Oh shit, that clears it up. Somehow, knowing that, makes me a lot more accepting of these drinks “

“ How about our unknowing benefactor buys us another round of the most expensive drink in this place? “

[agentwise]

 ”I think that sounds like a fabulous idea."

         ”Bartender!  'Nother round for my friend...                       --What's your name?"

[thetxnmxn]

agentwise

"No, I will not give it to you."

[agentwise]

"Really?  Because I'm pretty sure you will."

[dxrcylewis]

"Ohhh, so you’re GETTING IT for someone,"  she nods sagely. She knows how that goes.  One wrong order and you’re put on shitty  paper stapling duty or licking envelopes. "Okay just get a hot .. whatever he likes,  and have them leave room for extra milk.”

[agentwise]

 ”...Sort of.”

there's a version of this where she thanks the stranger for her time and they both go their happy, coffee-filled ways to live happy lives.  then there's the version where she info dumps and the poor stranger could write a biography on the life and times of claire wise.

"See, I work for this guy, and he likes coffee more than any human being, like, ever.  But I don't drink it, so he told me to go around and try different places for him to find something decent for him to drink  since I can't make any.  But then he got  in this incident with Deathlok and now he's in a coma, so I'm practicing." file under: things she should not have  ranted about to coffee shop stranger.

[agentwise]

Who's your favorite Clint Barton, then?

presumably, this is the same person who asked about my favorite felix blake blogs.  i’m happy to recommend, but if you come off anon, it could be easier, you know.

         aaanyway… i don’t think i’ve actually ever interacted with any clints on any of my blogs?  but i would most certainly love to (especially on my new selvig blog).  clint barton is a beautiful character who i don’t think receives enough love in this fandom and totally, totally should.  but yeah, i’ve never interacted with a clint personally.

          that being said, i unashamedly lovingly stroke agentclntbrtn's face from afar on all of my accounts.  beautiful clint, sometimes painful clint, always worth a follow.  

          all of the clint barton blogs i follow are amazing and i am always so glad to see them on my dash, but if i had to pick a favorite… there ya go.

[thrxteen-deactivated20140911]

"Blake — here he is. Are you family?”

[agentwise]

"I'm his niece, Claire.  Claire... Blake."

[mischiefxchaos]

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"I wouldn’t  p r e s s  that button if I were you.”

[agentwise]

         ”See, the thing about you saying that is now I                     really                                r e a l l y                                                    want to.”

[txuch]

“ so, do you always go around buying people drinks or should I start feeling a little special here? ”

[agentwise]

         ”No, but my ex boyfriend's credit card is paying,                       so does it really matter?"

[agentwise]

Erik Selvig ;;

"It's not a bad thing  to admit you don't  have all the answers.

                 --You start asking                   the right questions."

[coybutscrappy-deactivated201509]

Exhaustion was starting to hit him and that told him maybe it actually was time to head home. Felix rubbed his eyes lightly and took his glasses off for a moment, holding them in one hand, the other hand holding the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t as young as he used to be and especially after the incident it had been harder and harder for him to pull those all nighters he’d used to pull for work. Then again, he didn’t always have a choice in the matter. Sleep was interrupted whether he liked it or not, and most of the time he didn’t. But when he could he had to sleep, he knew that logically, especially because those aches and pains weren’t going to subside if he didn’t. Not all of them would, but the most prominent would fade with time.

The clicking of heels alerted him to his visitor and when Felix raised his head and turned slightly to see who it was, he was met with a familiar face. Claire Wise. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her appearance in all honesty. When SHIELD had still been standing, Jasper had assigned her as his ‘protege’ of sorts though she was nothing like that. Assistant. As if he needed an assistant. She hadn’t even known how to make coffee. Who doesn’t know how to make coffee? And even the sight of her brought back painful memories of a friend who’d betrayed him, their allies, the entire world, one that had died before they’d been able to even get an explanation out of him.

Felix sighed lightly and leaned back in his chair, finally placing his glasses down on top of the files he’d been poring over and finishing off the last of the scotch that was in his glass. He’d have poured himself another glass but that would’ve been bad form. “And you didn’t even bring coffee. Why am I surprised?”

[agentwise]

He looked tired, but then, pronoun changed, that was a prime example of a sentence that could be used to describe just about any SHIELD agent at any given moment. Long cases, long briefings, long weeks, long nights, long recoveries, just about everything "long" one might think of (except for vacations and weekends).  There might as well have been a sticky note on the back of the badges where you had to sign your life away when you joined, maybe throw an extra E into the acronym for "exhaustion" to make the name a little more fitting.  It wasn't as if anybody would notice; they were too tired.  No, Fury would notice.

--Except Fury was dead.  She had heard the news through the grapevine, but refused to believe it.  Surely, she had thought, the people reporting it were speaking in a different language, because in English, "Nick Fury" and "dead"  in the same sentence was hard to comprehend.  He was in hiding, she was confident, the death had been staged, he was out there somewhere.  Such had been her belief up until Monday.  For now suddenly, here was SHIELD, rebuilding under a new director, who was supposed to be dead himself, while the old one was, in fact, dead so far as she knew.  Again with the whirlwind thing, hardly a moment to comprehend that whole bit with those two, let alone the situation she had sitting in front of her.  

                                   Was it right to call her boss a situation?

                                   Was he even going to agree to be her boss anymore?

"Nice seeing you too, Blake.  Glad to hear you aren't dead."  It was a greeting delivered lightly with a side of annoyance tainting feigned nonchalance.  She meant every word.  The relief she had felt at hearing the news was as real to her as the itch on her temple that she raised a coffee cup-less hand to scratch, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear in the process.  Of course that was his first comment, her lack of steaming beverage that he would have, in all likelihood, just spat back into the cup.  For all her diligent practice in his absence, she couldn't say she had fruitful results to present.  "You don't need my ratty-ass coffee," she replied, inclining her head in the direction of his now empty glass.  "Got your own drink.  Probably a lot smoother.  And without grinds."  She gave a small smile at that, though it was less at him and more at her self-deprecating pun attempt.

[thrxteen-deactivated20140911]

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[thrxteen-deactivated20140911]

"—- Who did you say you were looking for again?"

[agentwise]

"Blake.  Felix Blake.  He would have been checked in a few weeks ago."

[dxrcylewis]

"Well, all of them, if you add milk?" It seems to be a pretty logical conclusion to Darcy, who takes her coffee in so many different ways that she can’t really say one style trumps another. But milk is fine, milk is fantastic, almond milk is even better, actually.                 “The real question is do you want it cold, or hot?”

[agentwise]

 "Hot."

not a beat missed, she turns her head, green eyes shifting to look back at this christ figure she's identified with something akin to pride.  that much she knows, and given her limited knowledge, it's comparable to an olympic medal.

"He drinks it hot."

[aseaofquotes]

[askagentsitwell]

It looked like she was turning into a actual assistant. He had always thought she would, if Blake ever gave her half the chance… if she managed to completely befuddle him along the way… well that was just icing on the cake.

"Well that all depends on if you have done something to warrant it." 

[agentwise]

"Really think I'd be letting you in on it if I had?"

She hoped the humor in her tone was enough for her to get away with the statement, hoped they were "there" in their working relationship.  But in case of miscalculation, she quickly cleared her throat.

"Can I help you with something?"

[ladivinacommediax]

And like that, you were gone.

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