Fic: A Favor
Title: A Favor
Fandom: BtVS/Avengers
Word Count: 585
Prompt: #360 Labyrinth
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: “Miss Summers, I would like to ask a favor,” Coulson's calm voice said over the line.
A/N: Part of the Buffy-Coulson series, which I still need to name. Follows Spoil Sport.
Buffy frowned at the name displayed on the screen of her phone. She had just received her monthly have you considered our offer call from Coulson the week before so she wasn't sure why he would be calling her now. She swiped her thumb across the screen to accept the call and held it up to her ear.
“Hey, Coulson, what's up?”
“Miss Summers, I would like to ask a favor,” Coulson's calm voice said over the line.
She straightened up in her chair. This was the first time he was asking for help from her and she was positive he wouldn't have asked if they weren't desperate. Not that he didn't think she could do the job, but she wasn't officially part of the organization yet. They were still in delicate talks and if she was being honest with herself, she was dragging them out probably more than necessary, but she was enjoying their banter and his consistent approach.
“What do you need?”
“It's Agent Barton. He was performing some reconnaissance in Rome when he was captured and taken into the catacombs beneath the city.” He paused before continuing. “I am concerned that we don't have the time to search them properly and locate him before irreparable harm comes to him. I was hoping you'd be able to locate him due to the time you spent in the city.”
Buffy frowned despite the fact that she knew he couldn't see her. The catacombs beneath the city were a literal labyrinth and no one knew just how extensive they were. Some areas were well documented and used for tours, but there were sections the hadn't seen a live human being in centuries. “Coulson, I never went down there. The beasties knew better than to go down there,” she said apologetically.
She knew he was disappointed when she heard him actually sigh. “Then we will just have to find him our-”
“But you are lucky I know someone who can track him down there,” she interrupted him. She had only met the archer once, but he had helped her out with a possible apocalypse in Seattle and he had been funny as well as competent. For him to have been taken, his opponent had to be good.
“I assume you are referring to Miss Rosenberg?” He asked, his voice suddenly hopeful.
“I am. How soon do you need us there and who took him?”
“As soon as possible will be best. The subject of interest can be rather extreme in the measures they take, but we haven't identified them yet. Agent Barton's assignment was to infiltrate the organization and determine their identity. However, he managed to drop word half an hour ago that he'd been compromised and to investigate the catacombs before he was cut off.”
Buffy frowned at the phone. “Are you even sure he's down there?”
“Reasonably certain. We tracked the call to just outside one of the entrances and he managed to leave a tracking mark outside of it.”
“Good enough for me,” she said, knowing that Coulson wouldn't have lightly made the assumption. “Willow and I can be there in fifteen. Just have something of his that Willow can use to track him.”
“Fifteen?” Coulson asked in surprise. “You're in Cleveland.”
Buffy was past being surprised that Coulson always seemed to know where she was located and smugly pointed out, “Willow's a witch.” Then hung up the phone to collect Willow.
Fandom: BtVS/Avengers
Word Count: 585
Prompt: #360 Labyrinth
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: “Miss Summers, I would like to ask a favor,” Coulson's calm voice said over the line.
A/N: Part of the Buffy-Coulson series, which I still need to name. Follows Spoil Sport.
Buffy frowned at the name displayed on the screen of her phone. She had just received her monthly have you considered our offer call from Coulson the week before so she wasn't sure why he would be calling her now. She swiped her thumb across the screen to accept the call and held it up to her ear.
“Hey, Coulson, what's up?”
“Miss Summers, I would like to ask a favor,” Coulson's calm voice said over the line.
She straightened up in her chair. This was the first time he was asking for help from her and she was positive he wouldn't have asked if they weren't desperate. Not that he didn't think she could do the job, but she wasn't officially part of the organization yet. They were still in delicate talks and if she was being honest with herself, she was dragging them out probably more than necessary, but she was enjoying their banter and his consistent approach.
“What do you need?”
“It's Agent Barton. He was performing some reconnaissance in Rome when he was captured and taken into the catacombs beneath the city.” He paused before continuing. “I am concerned that we don't have the time to search them properly and locate him before irreparable harm comes to him. I was hoping you'd be able to locate him due to the time you spent in the city.”
Buffy frowned despite the fact that she knew he couldn't see her. The catacombs beneath the city were a literal labyrinth and no one knew just how extensive they were. Some areas were well documented and used for tours, but there were sections the hadn't seen a live human being in centuries. “Coulson, I never went down there. The beasties knew better than to go down there,” she said apologetically.
She knew he was disappointed when she heard him actually sigh. “Then we will just have to find him our-”
“But you are lucky I know someone who can track him down there,” she interrupted him. She had only met the archer once, but he had helped her out with a possible apocalypse in Seattle and he had been funny as well as competent. For him to have been taken, his opponent had to be good.
“I assume you are referring to Miss Rosenberg?” He asked, his voice suddenly hopeful.
“I am. How soon do you need us there and who took him?”
“As soon as possible will be best. The subject of interest can be rather extreme in the measures they take, but we haven't identified them yet. Agent Barton's assignment was to infiltrate the organization and determine their identity. However, he managed to drop word half an hour ago that he'd been compromised and to investigate the catacombs before he was cut off.”
Buffy frowned at the phone. “Are you even sure he's down there?”
“Reasonably certain. We tracked the call to just outside one of the entrances and he managed to leave a tracking mark outside of it.”
“Good enough for me,” she said, knowing that Coulson wouldn't have lightly made the assumption. “Willow and I can be there in fifteen. Just have something of his that Willow can use to track him.”
“Fifteen?” Coulson asked in surprise. “You're in Cleveland.”
Buffy was past being surprised that Coulson always seemed to know where she was located and smugly pointed out, “Willow's a witch.” Then hung up the phone to collect Willow.