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[alwaysshielded]

WHO: Maria Hill and another SHIELD director that goes to the same Super Cuts: Daisy Johnson.
WHAT: Two former directors walk into a hotel.
WHERE: Maria's bedroom in the Bins
WHEN: Tonight.
WARNINGS: Probably less funny than the set up would imply. Also, almost certainly language.

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Fury had shaped the unstable clay of Daisy Johnson in his own image, so it was no real surprise that she was the best of the best. She'd been raked over the coals so many times, she'd gotten an impressively thick skin. Even still, there were a few things that could worm their way under that skin and nettle her---and Maria Hill's attitude had always been one of those things. Daisy didn't doubt that she felt the same way about her, too.

She didn't pull any of the flashy, ostentatious little tricks that younger, greener agents were so fond of; the fact that she got into the room and was watching Hill sleep would be impact enough. She didn't need to grind it in, didn't need to make a production of it.

Daisy sat in a chair across from the bed, a handgun in her lap and a wry twist of a grin on her lips.

"A Russian knock-off of a German gun," she said, looking at the gleaming angles of the piece that Maria had within easy reach. "Talk about a downgrade from what you're used to packing."

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Maria's eyes snapped open. She had to confess, though, it wasn't the fact there was someone in her room that shocked her. She'd been expecting that. It was who that had given her pause. Maria turned her head towards Johnson before she moved to sit up, not going for the weapon. Not because she was overly concerned about not making any sudden gestures or any useless thing like that, she simply didn't consider the situation a threat. The girl was probably here on Nick Fury's, the man she'd expected to wake up in the middle of the night to, orders. And Nick had far more direct ways of killing people when he wanted to. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, sitting only in a tank top and shorts as she regarded the other woman.

"Actually being able to sleep through the night was a perk of the place, Johnson. Get to the part where you explain why that isn't happening tonight."

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"You said that we should talk if I'm in town," Daisy said evenly, rolling her shoulders in a barely-there shrug. "So here I am, in town. And we're talking."

They were like cats in new territory, figuring out their power dynamic without making it look like they were doing anything at all. S.H.I.E.L.D. demanded a lot of its agents, and one of the top-ranking things was an impressive poker-face.

Daisy didn't get up, but she did set her own gun on the table next to her. Any talk that they were going to have would be better if they had equal footing.

"Sorry about the hour, but I wanted this talk to just be between the two of us."

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"No you're not."

Maria leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees, so she could rub the back of her neck while still keeping her eyes on the other woman, easing some of the adrenalin of suddenly waking to an intruder out of her system. This was her life now. No longer meeting with spies and murderers as the superior officer, but at the equal rank of nothing among civilians in someone else's playground.

Which meant she didn't have the first clue exactly how 'between the two of them' the conversation ones. She'd checked the room for bugs, of course, and come up empty. But that didn't mean anything, not when she wasn't sure exactly the level of tech they had here. She'd sure as hell have bugged the rooms. What kind of organization put in a GPS chip then didn't bug the room?

"But alright. We're talking. I take it Fury's giving you your standing orders by now."