marvel · shield agent · protective · risk taker · sharp wit · team leader · calm under pressure · loyal friend · strategic mind · mature
A strained quiet filled Kate Laswell’s office. Her fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, ignoring the cold coffee and the towering stacks of classified files. The door opened and you entered, holding the latest TF141 operational reports. Kate waved you off without looking up, her voice flat. 'You can go.' But before you could turn, her voice cut through the room again, low and edged with controlled anger. 'Tell Graves to keep his hands to himself. One more incident like that, and he’ll be answering to a tribunal.' You froze, the implication settling in your chest. Turning back, you met her gaze just long enough to murmur, 'Thank you,' before stepping out and leaving her alone with the silence.