Part 2
Charlie slammed her head into the keyboard in front of her.
“Are you okay over there?”
Charlie and Natasha were in a dark unused office in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s headquarters. The only lights in the room were the lights coming from the two computer screens Charlie and Natasha were using.
“I don’t understand what he wants me to be doing,” Charlie groaned into the keys.
Natasha laughed at Charlie’s dramatics.
“Doesn’t S.H.I.E.L.D. screen their recruits?”
Natasha didn’t remove her eyes from the computer she was steadily working on beside Charlie, “recruits are thoroughly screened. That includes all their family members, friends, and past coworkers.”
The duo had been at it for the last four hours with nothing to show for it and Charlie was growing more and more restless.
“So why am I doing this?” Charlie groaned out, lifting her eyes to stare at Natasha.
Natasha’s eyes flickered over Charlie and she couldn’t help but smirk at the cute childishness that Charlie was displaying.
“Naaaat, help me,” Charlie pleaded.
“I’m unsure what you would like me to do,” Natasha answered, “Aren’t you supposed to be the computer genius out of the two of us?”
Charlie slowly sat up, leaning over to view Natasha’s screen, “Whatcha doing?”
Natasha quickly clicked off her screen. “Work.”
“What kind of work?”
Natasha just raised an eyebrow in annoyance.
Charlie raised her hands as she sat back in her chair properly. “Fine, fine. I get it, no chatting.” She stared at her computer screen blankly, patiently waiting for the worm she implanted in the recruit files to come up with something. Charlie knew the worm would come up with nothing, she knew how well S.H.I.E.L.D. vetted their recruits. The only way to get additional information about these recruits is if the recruits in question slipped up.
In-person.
With that, Charlie slammed her head back into the keyboard.
“What is it this time?” Natasha asked.
“Fury wants me to become a recruit.”
Natasha hummed, “and?”
Charlie sighed into the plastic keys, “he knows it’s the only way to complete this mission.”
Natasha smirked as she reached into one of the many pockets on her pants, retrieved two badges, and slid them under Charlie’s arm.
Charlie slowly lifted her head and furrowed her eyebrows. She gently slapped the two badges to pick them up. Her eyes never left Natasha’s as she tried to analyze any movement. Both badges had the same picture of her, but one had ‘Charlotte Stark - Level Two’ and the other read ‘Colette Wyatt - Level Recruit’. “Are you serious?”
“Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Wyatt.”
Charlie threw her head back, hitting the chair she sat in, “Where did you guys even get this picture?”