Agent Erikson Sterling has been in the employ of SHIELD for 10 years now, not counting the blip. As much as he would like to say nothing phases him anymore, the world around him just keeps getting weirder. For a desk agent he has a reputation for attracting trouble and getting himself into situations no paper pusher should possibly be in.
Indie OC MCU Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Mun and Muse 21+
Penned by Deshi
At my mother’s house cleaning and rearranging furniture. Send me asks if you’d like. I have no brainpower or energy left for replies, but asks I can handle. ♥️
Got her guest room clean and reorganized. Almost done with the guest bathroom and living room. 🥵 Her furniture is heavy and I’m exhausted.
“They’re less likely to break the rules anyways. Most of them are too intimidated by experienced agents to even break rules.” Natasha added going along with where he was going
“That’s certainly not my experience with new recruits.” Sterling scoffed, a fond smirk forming on his face as he thought of the ones he’d worked with in the past. One had even recently apologized for everything he’d put him through when he first started in SHIELD. Now he was a department head. Well established. Skilled. Sterling was quite proud, actually.
“We’re almost there. How are you doing?”
Sterling could hear someone on comms yelling in his ear for going in to get Romanoff. He quickly took his ear piece out to focus on getting them back safely. He would fully accept what they had to say later. He’d been on the other end of that lecture many times, mostly with Barton. He understood what he had to look forward to.
Charlie feels a happy tug at her heartstrings as Agent Sterling opens his arms to her. He was never much of a hugger before, but she supposes that if ever there was a time for a hug it’s now. She steps eagerly into his embrace, burying her face in his shoulder.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she says when they finally part. Tears sparkle in her eyes at the sight of her old friend and boss. He’s gotten older, but not as much older as she expected; it makes her want to ask if he Blipped, but it’s such a sensitive subject for so many she holds her tongue. “Let’s go upstairs, there’s a Natural History section and no one ever goes there, so we won’t be interrupted.”
“Ah, well, Emma liked the spread the rumor that I dyed my hair but don’t listen to her.” He joked playfully.
It was true, but don’t listen.
Sterling embraced Charlie like one of his sisters. There was no professional distance between them anymore. They didn’t work with each other. He was free to let himself take down that particular wall for now and just enjoy seeing her again.
“Sad it’s empty but I suppose that’s good for us.” Perhaps he’d pick up a book on Egypt while he was there. He’d taken a particular interest lately. “Lead the way. I’m eager to hear what you’ve been up to, if you’re at liberty to say.”
“You can carry me when I’m unconscious or dead.” She didn’t care how bad injuries were she was always pushing herself.
“If that’s the case you’re risking trouble for doing that. Clints a different story honestly think half the time he puts himself in that position but again im not him”
Sterling took that as a no on the carrying.
“Like I tell the new recruits… You have to know the rules well enough to know when you can bend them. And no one knows the rules better than me.” Sterling smirked sideways at the Avenger as they wobbled along the street to find shelter and the extraction team.
Once again, it’s easy to spot, the way that man seems to go back and forth over his previously made decision; It’s in Sterling’s eyes, the way they flick back and forth and drift a bit, thoughtful, well-known to a man like Jake who observes on the daily - who has observed for years upon years, for decades, hadn’t done much else than to watch and take in.
It brings another smirk back to his lips, but it’s a short-lived and subtle one. Since his peculiar companion has only been here for a few days - is going to travel back to America tomorrow afternoon, once he’s done with the museum’s tour, assumedly - it is now Jake who falls into an easy step while looking over to make sure Sterling is following him, walking down the illuminated sideway, the sky having darkened significantly by now.
“—I know my way around; Have something in mind already. Neat little bar it is, sophisticated but not too much, easy to linger for a while.” Something far away enough from London’s more darker areas, where Jake usually finds himself staying at for the night - which doesn’t mean that he’s not familiar with the rest of the city, as said; The bar he’s talking about is certainly suited for the general public, just a little more quiet and comfortable - not a club, not really a sportsbar, not a restaurant… not a café, either, just something in between.
“Since you’ve been here for four days, amigo - what do you think of London so far? I’m curious.”
“If I was going to trust your judgement on anything it would be where to find a good drink.” He chuckled to himself, following the man he barely knew through the streets of London. He liked walking through London at night. The cobblestone streets were often wet from the near daily rains and the lights from the buildings around them lit up each stone. It felt like they were in a painting, even if Sterling wasn’t one for art. “Lead the way.”
The question was not expected. He didn’t peg Jake for small talk but the surprise had him pause a moment to think. Finally Sterling offered Jake an apologetic smile, as if the news he was about to deliver would somehow sadden him even though he knew better.
“Alas,” He began, a small sarcastic bow of sorts followed, “I haven’t gotten to see much of it. I’m here on work. Other than a few random restaurants my coworkers suggested and the museum–” He pointed behind them with his thumb as they walked. “–I haven’t seen much. Perhaps I’ll come again with the Missus.” Sterling threw that random nugget of intel on himself out as a show of good faith. Even if Lockley didn’t know him that well it was clear without saying it that secrets and intel were like currency for him. He’d gotten a pretty big one out of Lockley today. He was owed a balance.
One of the tamest field assignments Sterling often signed up for was civilian evac from super powered fights. They moved fast, they hit hard, and they were often wide spread through the city. Sterling was often given quadrants the furthest away from the actual action. Initially he felt babied by it but he had grown to appreciate their willingness to keep him out of danger. After all, he had a wife and child at home. That information often swayed the higher ups from putting him on the front lines.
However, today’s battle was skipping around the city rather quickly so when danger touched down in the area next to him and he was closest to the scene, Sterling took the assignment without hesitation and began running through the dusty streets, through the rubble, to search for those in need.
He tapped the side of his glasses revealing the backscatter imaging they had wired into them and began searching the wreck buildings for signs of trapped people. After a moment, he found one.
“Stand back! I’m coming!” He yelled, racing to the door of a building that was blocked by fallen debris. The building itself looked like it had taken some damage and Sterling wasn’t sure how long it would remain standing. He had to clear the door as quickly as he could.
“I could use some help here!” He called out over his shoulder he began digging rocks out with gloves hands.
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