Yeah. It’s not exactly your typical kind of law enforcement? [ Shrugs, picking at the paper she’d been resting on her face and scanning over a few of the articles as she talks. ] I got myself into some trouble when I was younger, and my options were basically ‘come work for us’ or ‘go to jail’, and jail time wasn’t really what I was in for.
Jail’s no fun. I’ve guarded prisoners before. SHIELD sanctioned jail especially isn’t any fun. Goes without saying that you made the right choice.
[ Sighs and rubs her face ] I wasn’t raised in a barn, I was raised by Nick Fury. I mean, in a roundabout way, anyway. It’s got it’s benefits and it’s downfalls, I’m not really sure which are which yet. [ Smirks slightly, folding the paper back up to place it on the table. ] I’m getting there, okay. My whole life’s been SHIELD, I’ll get the hang of it eventually.
[Raises an eyebrow] Is there a difference? Being raised by Fury is just as bad as—if not worst than—being raised in a barn.
[Shakes her head] No rush. It’s sink or swim and you’re still paddling so there’s hope for you yet.
[ Frowns for a long moment.]
I do not have a baby voice. And if I’ve got a baby voice it’s because I’m nineteen, but it’s not like it’s going to drop an octave all of a sudden because I’m in charge. [ Sighs, scratching her nose as she furrows her eyebrows.] Huh. I’ll put that on the list, that’d be kinda nice, honestly. Then I could actually nap on the couch.
It’ll be a hell of a lot better than having to escape to a local diner to do it. Jesus Christ Johnson, tell me you weren’t raised in a barn. [her expression is one of amusement as she leans back to let the waitress top off her coffee] You’ve got a lot to learn.
While the sentiment is… endearing, you know I’m not your boss right?