Independence Day
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Jul. 4th, 2009 @ 03:14 pm
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"Thank you."
Valentina hesitated only a second before she entered his quarters. As far as she knew, he could have a different agent up here for dinner every night. Except he didn't. The helicarrier was a tiny village and people talked.
The food smelled good, but she'd been promised something. "About the view, Colonel...?"
He smiled. "I did promise ya a view," he said as he pushed a button near the door. The blinds on the far wall started to raise.
The view was good. Bursts of light and the trails from spent fireworks falling to Earth were especially lovely.
Valentina stood in rapt attention. "You weren't exaggerating, Colonel."
Nick crossed the room and stood next to her. "One o' the best views on the 'Carrier."
Her attention shifted from the fireworks to the man standing next to her, though she continued to gaze out. "Thank you for letting me see it."
"Yer welcome. Hungry? Food's gettin' cold."
He didn't see any of the fireworks. He had been watching her.
"Yes, that would be nice. Lunch was a long time ago." She turned and found him watching. "Colonel?"
Caught looking and he didn't mind. "Yes Contessa?" He moved over to the small dining table and pulled out a chair for her. Ma Fury had drilled some manners into him.
She took the offered seat. "I thought perhaps you remembered if there was something that needed to be done. You had the look of a man considering a problem."
He shook his head as he removed the cover on her plate. "No problem. Just gettin' my fill of a beautiful woman." He gave her a smile and then sat down.
Val paused before chuckling. His words were a low flutter in her stomach, a tiny thrill that put some color in her cheeks. "You're just itching for a rematch in the gym, aren't you?"
Nick smiled. She was a beautiful woman and more so with the pink in her cheeks.
"Mebbe," he said with a smirk. "Gonna try an' kick my ass?"
"I've already tossed you on your ass once, Colonel. A second time wouldn't be too much to expect." She had a smirk of her own.
Nick smiled. He loved strong confident women and this one was proving to be both. "Think yer gonna get lucky a second time, Contessa?"
"While luck may play a small part, it's skill that'll take you down a second time." Privately she knew a second time wouldn't be as easy, but it didn't show in her expression. "Anytime you feel the need to try your luck, let me know."
Nick grinned as he cut his steak. "I always press my luck, honey."
Val picked up her fork and knife to slice into the rare steak. She noticed there was nothing in the way of a salad, unless one counted the chives on the baked potato. Luck and skill was a combination that Val greatly admired.
"Valentina."
"Pretty name," he said. "Pretty lady. While we're here, please call me Nick."
The compliment took her a little by surprise. She was pointing out that 'honey' was a little two generic for her tastes, and he was being charming.
"Nick," she repeated. One dinner wouldn't hurt, and she was a good agent. No one could say this one dinner would make any difference to her advancement.
"I took the liberty of looking at your file," he admitted. "I have to say I was quite impressed. You graduated near the top of your Academy class. Top marks in marksmanship, tactics and physical areas as well."
"And maybe a little luck?" Clearly she was teasing her commanding officer. Nick. No witnesses, after all.
"That's very flattering, Col... Nick. SHIELD is setting a standard for agencies all over the world. Only my best effort is acceptable, and I will only get better."
"That's the kind of thing I like to hear, Val. Agents givin' their best and gettin' better."
He took a bit of his steak. "How are ya adjustin' t' life on the 'Carrier? I know it ain't exactly the Ritz."
"Even the Ritz isn't the Ritz so much these days. Close quarters don't bother me. It's part of the job. Privacy can wait until I'm back ground side and in my own apartment."
The steak was everything a good piece of meat does well. Tender and flavorful. She ate a piece with enjoyment. The mess fed them all well, but not this well.
"You spend enough time on here an' this place starts feelin' like home soon enough." Nick had spent a better part of the past year on the Helicarrier. He had a penthouse in the city, but every time he tried to spend any time there, something pulled him away.
"I haven't been in one place enough to call it home in a long time."
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