"Ooooh, and who is ‘Stark’?" she said, able to sit up now, rubbing her forehead and turning her attention back over to the woman, "Well thank you for helping me at least…"
"Tony Stark," Sigyn replied, "Multi-billionaire, philantthropist… Iron Man - you may have heard of him? The government’s been after his inventions for years?"
"Oh ok…" she said blinking slowly and nodding, laying back down. "So was it that bad? Did I really make a fool of myself?" she asked, cringing as she remembered the trip.
"Well Stark found it amusing," Sigyn replied, "I shouted at him for not calling me straight away - I personally wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there at the time, so…"
Groaning, Smith blinked, trying to sit up as her head pounded, making her gasp in pain and lower herself back to what seemed like a bed. “W-where am I?” she asked, looking around. She saw a woman sitting at the end of the bed, “Oh um hello? Is that right…was it ‘hi’? Or maybe ‘hey’? Oh gosh I’m so sorry I’m such a klutz…” she said, gently hitting herself on the head. “Um…who are you?” she asked, looking over at the woman.
"Whoa, easy… you had a nasty knock to the head, you might have a headache for a bit," Sigyn smiled, "I’m Sigyn, one of SHELD’s medics - I got called in when you hurt yourself,"
Smith had finally been given an assignment. She was getting ready to leave for New York. The program called SHIELD needed her help in a case, so she was eager to take it after weeks of just sitting around. She was so happy she could finally have a chance to learn about the humans and their ways on her trip. As she jogged outside for the car awaiting her, she smiled, thinking of the new people she would meet.
When she arrived in New York, Smith was escorted to an extremely large building called the ‘Stark Tower’. She went inside, gasping as she looked around at the interior, it was amazing! As she walked around, asking numerous people to keep reminding her where she was going, she hopped into an elevator, eager to see what would be at the floor she was stopping at. Yet, in her excitement, she had tripped out of the elevator, making herself look like a complete idiot along with blacking out from the impact.
Sigyn had been called in (after Stark had stopped laughing) to deal with an elevator-related injury and now, having treated the knock with ease, was sat by “Agent Smith“‘s bedside waiting for her to wake up.
This, of course, was after she’d lectured Tony on appropriate action when dealing with a head injury (much to the amusement of everyone else) and thanked JARVIS for contacting her about it so quickly.
The agent herself was confusing - There were next to no records of her, none stating a date of birth or what she did prior to joining the CIA a few months ago, no allergy information, no medical history… it confused her, and she didn’t like that feeling. She’d just have to ask when Smith recovered from her accident.
You can’t not reblog this.
This is brilliant.
"Well obviously not," Sigyn pointed out, "I have no idea what you’re talking about - what on earth is this about?"
He made an annoyed sounds. “That explains everything. And the plot thickens. Do you really think all the pictures are just of you changing?” He asked, amused.
"I have honestly got no idea what you’re talking about," Sigyn frowned, "Of course I did - they’re the only kind of pictures you’re likely to have,"
“South Park is so immature and stupid, I’d rather watch something clever with a point.”