You got it.
[Sharon waits until they’ve hit the bank of elevators that’ll take them up to the Directors’ floor before she speaks again, not that every Agent in the place didn’t scatter out of their path on the way there.]
Your faith in me is inspiring.
[Dry, but the intention is truthful; Sharon nods her head to allow Maria into the elevator car first before she follows, already turning over the details in her mind.]
I’ll talk it over with him as soon as I get the paperwork. Hell, I’ll even make sure and forget to mention that you called him Steven.
[Sharon chuckles, slipping off her sunglasses and dropping them in her bag. Maria’s right, they need this. Being competent and looking competent are two very different, very mutually exclusive things when it comes to the court of public opinion, and Sharon would be lying if she said putting Steve out front with a S.H.I.E.L.D. badge on wouldn’t go a long way toward bolstering their credibility with the general public.
Besides, they could all use a win, the Avengers included. At the end of the day, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to have everybody’s faith if they’re going to continue to do what needs to be done. Trust no one, but make sure everyone trusts you.
She raises an eyebrow at Maria, catching her eyes for a moment, long enough to nod. I’ll take care of it.]
You’re going to enjoy making me fill out an AK3V91, aren’t you.
Please, Carter. I have nothing but faith in you. Try not to take it personally.
[ Maria actually rolls her eyes, once they’re in the safe confines of the elevator. Had the agents skittered? She’d stopped noticing. Like an off-duty shark slipping through dark waters. The doors slide closed, Maria slumps to let the upper part of her back rest against the back wall. An exhale scrapes past her teeth, slightly parted, as she folds her arms across her chest.
She huffs, something of a laugh beneath the lines in her expression and it’s short-lived. Old habits, etc. Head tips on her neck, offering only an arced brow in response to that.
The agreement that passes between them is unnecessary, but she’s grateful for it nonetheless. Her mouth quirks, Hill turns her attention back to the panel near the top of the carriage. ]
Oh, I’m going to relish it.