POI fic: Cookies
TITLE: POI fic - Cookies
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Avengers AU (Finch=Hulk, Reese=Hawkeye, other Avengers as usual)
John hurried down the corridor of the SHIELD carrier as fast as his injured leg would let him, concerned with how Finch might have taken his return to normal without Reese there to ward off unwanted attention. Finch was a private person, and the stress of having to de-Hulk in front of an audience could worsen the effects of the already difficult transformation. It was why Reese usually stationed himself near Finch after their missions, but he had been shanghaied to medical this time around and couldn’t be there to nursemaid Finch. Reese huffed to a stop at the observation window overlooking the “Birdcage,” the large glass enclosure used to confine Finch’s alter ego until he calmed down. Fortunately, things seemed under control. A bulky SHIELD agent was slouched in one of the chairs near the table, seemingly engrossed in a game he was playing on his Starkphone. Finch emerged from behind the privacy screen, buttoning up his shirt and straightening his cuffs. John nodded quietly to himself. The agent’s seeming indifference and inattention were no doubt soothing to Finch’s usual post-Hulk prickly attitude, and was a nice change from the anxiety and sometimes outright fear some of the agents had shown in similar circumstances.
As John watched, a female agent entered carrying a tray with cups and an assortment of cookies. She smiled at Finch and offered him a cup, apologizing that the only tea she could find was the usual Lipton. Her smile turned to a scowl and she quickly slapped the hand of the big agent as he reached for the cookies, hissing “Those aren’t for you!”
“But I’m hungry” the other agent whined
“You’re on duty” she replied, glaring at the Starkphone in his hand
“Hey, this is important research!”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. Would you give your kid a phone Stark had repaired without testing it out first for unexpected upgrades?”
“I wouldn’t let Taylor within a mile of any tech Stark messed with”
“I rest my case!”
She shook her head at him, but handed him a cup from the tray with an exasperated smile. Her smile widened as she turned her attention to Finch, who had added a vest and a jacket to his ensemble during the agents’ discussion.
“Have a cookie” she urged, “my mother made them.”
Finch fidgeted in place for a minute before tentatively reaching out to select a cookie. John smiled to himself. He knew from experience how hard it could be to tempt Finch into eating when he was out of sorts, but he also knew Finch would never be so rude as to refuse a gift of cookies made by someone’s mom. As he made his way down to where the trio were now casually munching on the treats, he thought to himself “these agents have potential.”
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Avengers AU (Finch=Hulk, Reese=Hawkeye, other Avengers as usual)
John hurried down the corridor of the SHIELD carrier as fast as his injured leg would let him, concerned with how Finch might have taken his return to normal without Reese there to ward off unwanted attention. Finch was a private person, and the stress of having to de-Hulk in front of an audience could worsen the effects of the already difficult transformation. It was why Reese usually stationed himself near Finch after their missions, but he had been shanghaied to medical this time around and couldn’t be there to nursemaid Finch. Reese huffed to a stop at the observation window overlooking the “Birdcage,” the large glass enclosure used to confine Finch’s alter ego until he calmed down. Fortunately, things seemed under control. A bulky SHIELD agent was slouched in one of the chairs near the table, seemingly engrossed in a game he was playing on his Starkphone. Finch emerged from behind the privacy screen, buttoning up his shirt and straightening his cuffs. John nodded quietly to himself. The agent’s seeming indifference and inattention were no doubt soothing to Finch’s usual post-Hulk prickly attitude, and was a nice change from the anxiety and sometimes outright fear some of the agents had shown in similar circumstances.
As John watched, a female agent entered carrying a tray with cups and an assortment of cookies. She smiled at Finch and offered him a cup, apologizing that the only tea she could find was the usual Lipton. Her smile turned to a scowl and she quickly slapped the hand of the big agent as he reached for the cookies, hissing “Those aren’t for you!”
“But I’m hungry” the other agent whined
“You’re on duty” she replied, glaring at the Starkphone in his hand
“Hey, this is important research!”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. Would you give your kid a phone Stark had repaired without testing it out first for unexpected upgrades?”
“I wouldn’t let Taylor within a mile of any tech Stark messed with”
“I rest my case!”
She shook her head at him, but handed him a cup from the tray with an exasperated smile. Her smile widened as she turned her attention to Finch, who had added a vest and a jacket to his ensemble during the agents’ discussion.
“Have a cookie” she urged, “my mother made them.”
Finch fidgeted in place for a minute before tentatively reaching out to select a cookie. John smiled to himself. He knew from experience how hard it could be to tempt Finch into eating when he was out of sorts, but he also knew Finch would never be so rude as to refuse a gift of cookies made by someone’s mom. As he made his way down to where the trio were now casually munching on the treats, he thought to himself “these agents have potential.”