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Audience with the Captain
May. 24th, 2014 04:19 pmShe's given it a couple of days: enough time to allow the physical examination and vaccines, enough time time to confirm the truth of this bizarre-as-hell situation: she really is stuck aboard the USS Enterprise, and, worse, Rogers is stuck with her.
Rogerses, she should say. Two of them, and even if she isn't under any orders to protect Captain Stephanie Rogers, there's a Sharon Carter in another world who is. Sharon's got no choice but to take on the mission in her stead, even if Steve is her priority.
Which, naturally, is the problem. Steve Rogers is her one and only mission, and he's currently stuck in space aboard what she'd previously believed to be a fictional spaceship, with the potential to encounter aggressors far beyond her skill level. She needs backup. Bigger guns; more than Barton or Rome. She needs to know she won't be hindered.
She needs to talk to the Captain.
Kate Newton has no reason to seek out security, but the mission is the only thing more important than her cover, so she waits until she's sure Steve is busy and won't be trying to keep track of her -- as handy as the hapless civilian card is, she might have to rethink her strategy. She needs to stick to him, not the other way around -- before heading down the corridor towards the lift, eyes peeled for a red uniform.
Even better, the one she finds is banded by a metallic sash, and the face that turns to her is deep brown, with a high, ridged forehead over his questioning expression.
"I need to speak to the Captain," she says, without preamble. "It's a matter of security, and it needs to happen right now. Consider this a formal request for an audience."
Rogerses, she should say. Two of them, and even if she isn't under any orders to protect Captain Stephanie Rogers, there's a Sharon Carter in another world who is. Sharon's got no choice but to take on the mission in her stead, even if Steve is her priority.
Which, naturally, is the problem. Steve Rogers is her one and only mission, and he's currently stuck in space aboard what she'd previously believed to be a fictional spaceship, with the potential to encounter aggressors far beyond her skill level. She needs backup. Bigger guns; more than Barton or Rome. She needs to know she won't be hindered.
She needs to talk to the Captain.
Kate Newton has no reason to seek out security, but the mission is the only thing more important than her cover, so she waits until she's sure Steve is busy and won't be trying to keep track of her -- as handy as the hapless civilian card is, she might have to rethink her strategy. She needs to stick to him, not the other way around -- before heading down the corridor towards the lift, eyes peeled for a red uniform.
Even better, the one she finds is banded by a metallic sash, and the face that turns to her is deep brown, with a high, ridged forehead over his questioning expression.
"I need to speak to the Captain," she says, without preamble. "It's a matter of security, and it needs to happen right now. Consider this a formal request for an audience."
