Fic: Spoil Sport - BtVS/Avengers
Title: Spoil Sport
Fandom: BtVS/Avengers (movie)
Word Count: 886
Prompt: #358 Cartography
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: Buffy is beginning to think that Coulson has a thing for diners.
Follows Bringing the Party And I suppose I should really get around to giving this series a name...
Buffy gave Coulson a warm smile as she spotted him sitting in a booth in the current diner of choice. He was in his ever present black, tailored black suit and sat sipping his coffee. She gave the waitress behind the counter a quick nod before joining him in the booth.
“I'm beginning to think you have a thing for diners,” she said in lieu of greeting.
“Excuse me?”
“You took me to a diner the first night we met, we ate at one after the mission in Seattle, then there was the one we ate at last month when we began to roughly hash out our partnership, and now this one,” she said with a grin.
The bland smile on his face never altered, but she noticed the shift around his eyes that told her he was amused by her observation. She took a moment to ponder the fact that she had apparently spent enough time with him to interpret his subtle facial movements. “I'm fond of the greasy burgers and most have decent coffee.”
A blonde eyebrow lifted in disbelief. “I've learned that most diners have awful coffee.”
“You're going to the wrong ones,” he countered smoothly.
She grinned at him and turned to the waitress who approached their table. They both gave their orders and waited until she had left before continuing their conversation.
“So what brings you to my neck of the woods this time?” She asked. “I'm really not here on a mission, just taking a few days off. Unless you've got trouble?”
He calmly shook his head. “No trouble. I just wanted to work on the details of our tentative partnership. Director Fury and I want to ensure we don't step on any toes and stay within our respective jurisdictions.”
“Makes sense,” Buffy agreed with a bob of her head. “How do you plan on doing that?”
In way of answer, Coulson turned to the briefcase sitting on the bench next to him and opened it. He pulled out several rolls of paper and set them on the paper. With practiced motions he unrolled one onto the table in front of them to reveal a map of North America. “If we can narrow down your typical hotspots compared to ours, we can begin to reasonably assume whose jurisdiction outbreaks take precedence. It's possible that either one of can become aware of an issue and alert the other organization and hopefully prevent casualties.”
Buffy was saved from answering immediately as the waitress brought them their food. Several moments were taken as they arranged the plates and maps to their liking. The waitress gave them a tired smile before moving back to the counter. Buffy resisted the urge to snort as she took in Coulson's hamburger. “You can literally see the grease dripping off of it.”
He nodded. “That's what makes it good.”
She shuddered at the thought and proceeded to pour her dressing over her salad and mixed it thoroughly. “That stuff will give you a heart attack.”
Coulson just hummed noncommittally as he took a bite of his burger. The next several minutes were spent in silence as they ate their dinner and Buffy considered what Coulson was offering.
The chance to save lives by knowing about possible situations faster. It wasn't uncommon for Buffy and the other slayers traveling the world to come across things that needed attention but didn't exactly fall into their line of work. This was an opportunity to get those people the help they truly needed. From what she had seen so far, Coulson was able to be trusted, but she wasn't positive about the rest of SHIELD.
“Who will have access to these maps?” She asked finally.
“Director Fury and myself, and only those with the highest clearance levels. They will be used as a reference point, nothing more,” he tried to assure her.
Buffy frowned. “That's a lot of people I don't know, and to be honest, I can't trust them. And while I appreciate being help people faster and better, there are more people in my organization than just me who's safety I also have to consider.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “I just wanted to approach you with the idea and let you take it to your organization. I'm sure we can arrange some sort of compromise on the maps.”
“You knew I'd turn you down,” she accused him, dropping her fork to her plate.
“You are cautious about the safety of the people in your organization. I can appreciate that. It's one of the reasons I approached you about the Avengers' Initiative,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.
“And would the leader of the Avengers have access to these maps?”
“Of course. They will be designed as a first response team to handle things that lesser men could not.”
She grinned and tried to weasel more information out of him. “And just who is on this team so far?”
The smallest of snorts that she was barely able to detect escaped Coulson's lips. “You know I won't answer that until you make your final decision.”
“Spoil sport.”
“That's me, the happy fun time killer,” he said in a deadpanned voice.
Fandom: BtVS/Avengers (movie)
Word Count: 886
Prompt: #358 Cartography
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: Buffy is beginning to think that Coulson has a thing for diners.
Follows Bringing the Party And I suppose I should really get around to giving this series a name...
Buffy gave Coulson a warm smile as she spotted him sitting in a booth in the current diner of choice. He was in his ever present black, tailored black suit and sat sipping his coffee. She gave the waitress behind the counter a quick nod before joining him in the booth.
“I'm beginning to think you have a thing for diners,” she said in lieu of greeting.
“Excuse me?”
“You took me to a diner the first night we met, we ate at one after the mission in Seattle, then there was the one we ate at last month when we began to roughly hash out our partnership, and now this one,” she said with a grin.
The bland smile on his face never altered, but she noticed the shift around his eyes that told her he was amused by her observation. She took a moment to ponder the fact that she had apparently spent enough time with him to interpret his subtle facial movements. “I'm fond of the greasy burgers and most have decent coffee.”
A blonde eyebrow lifted in disbelief. “I've learned that most diners have awful coffee.”
“You're going to the wrong ones,” he countered smoothly.
She grinned at him and turned to the waitress who approached their table. They both gave their orders and waited until she had left before continuing their conversation.
“So what brings you to my neck of the woods this time?” She asked. “I'm really not here on a mission, just taking a few days off. Unless you've got trouble?”
He calmly shook his head. “No trouble. I just wanted to work on the details of our tentative partnership. Director Fury and I want to ensure we don't step on any toes and stay within our respective jurisdictions.”
“Makes sense,” Buffy agreed with a bob of her head. “How do you plan on doing that?”
In way of answer, Coulson turned to the briefcase sitting on the bench next to him and opened it. He pulled out several rolls of paper and set them on the paper. With practiced motions he unrolled one onto the table in front of them to reveal a map of North America. “If we can narrow down your typical hotspots compared to ours, we can begin to reasonably assume whose jurisdiction outbreaks take precedence. It's possible that either one of can become aware of an issue and alert the other organization and hopefully prevent casualties.”
Buffy was saved from answering immediately as the waitress brought them their food. Several moments were taken as they arranged the plates and maps to their liking. The waitress gave them a tired smile before moving back to the counter. Buffy resisted the urge to snort as she took in Coulson's hamburger. “You can literally see the grease dripping off of it.”
He nodded. “That's what makes it good.”
She shuddered at the thought and proceeded to pour her dressing over her salad and mixed it thoroughly. “That stuff will give you a heart attack.”
Coulson just hummed noncommittally as he took a bite of his burger. The next several minutes were spent in silence as they ate their dinner and Buffy considered what Coulson was offering.
The chance to save lives by knowing about possible situations faster. It wasn't uncommon for Buffy and the other slayers traveling the world to come across things that needed attention but didn't exactly fall into their line of work. This was an opportunity to get those people the help they truly needed. From what she had seen so far, Coulson was able to be trusted, but she wasn't positive about the rest of SHIELD.
“Who will have access to these maps?” She asked finally.
“Director Fury and myself, and only those with the highest clearance levels. They will be used as a reference point, nothing more,” he tried to assure her.
Buffy frowned. “That's a lot of people I don't know, and to be honest, I can't trust them. And while I appreciate being help people faster and better, there are more people in my organization than just me who's safety I also have to consider.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “I just wanted to approach you with the idea and let you take it to your organization. I'm sure we can arrange some sort of compromise on the maps.”
“You knew I'd turn you down,” she accused him, dropping her fork to her plate.
“You are cautious about the safety of the people in your organization. I can appreciate that. It's one of the reasons I approached you about the Avengers' Initiative,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.
“And would the leader of the Avengers have access to these maps?”
“Of course. They will be designed as a first response team to handle things that lesser men could not.”
She grinned and tried to weasel more information out of him. “And just who is on this team so far?”
The smallest of snorts that she was barely able to detect escaped Coulson's lips. “You know I won't answer that until you make your final decision.”
“Spoil sport.”
“That's me, the happy fun time killer,” he said in a deadpanned voice.