[fic] Ghosts of Mission's Past [1b/1]
Follow-up to this fic.
Title: Ghosts of Mission's Past - epilogue
Fandom: Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol (2011), Avengers (2012),
Pairing: -
Summary: He isn't supposed to run into Ethan Hunt in New York while trying to slay a dragon. He just isn't, but he does anyway.
Epilogue
Brandt looks both the same - blond-brown hair and piercing gaze - and different from when Ethan had last seen him, in a hospital wired up to numerous machines keeping him alive. This man sitting across him in the black SUV is all liquid grace instead of coiled tension, sharp edges masked behind a cocksure smile, and more of a danger than Brandt ever was.
But what really disturbs him is the man in the nondescript suit that is now sitting beside Clint, the one that he can't read beyond the absolute poker face and bland smile.
The suit materializes a pen and notepad from seemingly nowhere, balances them on his knee and meets Ethan's gaze steadily.
"Gentlemen," Jane clears her throat, and it earns her a fleeting glance, "and lady, I'm Phil Coulson, and I'm here to debrief you."
Title: Ghosts of Mission's Past - epilogue
Fandom: Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol (2011), Avengers (2012),
Pairing: -
Summary: He isn't supposed to run into Ethan Hunt in New York while trying to slay a dragon. He just isn't, but he does anyway.
Epilogue
Brandt looks both the same - blond-brown hair and piercing gaze - and different from when Ethan had last seen him, in a hospital wired up to numerous machines keeping him alive. This man sitting across him in the black SUV is all liquid grace instead of coiled tension, sharp edges masked behind a cocksure smile, and more of a danger than Brandt ever was.
But what really disturbs him is the man in the nondescript suit that is now sitting beside Clint, the one that he can't read beyond the absolute poker face and bland smile.
The suit materializes a pen and notepad from seemingly nowhere, balances them on his knee and meets Ethan's gaze steadily.
"Gentlemen," Jane clears her throat, and it earns her a fleeting glance, "and lady, I'm Phil Coulson, and I'm here to debrief you."