Val just laughed at Lena's reasoning, taking her small cup to drink the accompanying tea. "And that is why SHIELD hires our type, with all the curiosity and intellect yet none of the common sense needed for self-preservation." She saw the happy glint in the scientist's eyes and sighed in amused defeat. Lena would probably let HYDRA shave her head if it meant finally completing some illustrious theorem or formula. "Ah you and Tim conspiring and plotting. Now I feel totally secure, is there anyway of moving my office out of the blast zone, I wonder?"
"Oh yes, keep him stocked in whole beans and pretend to not hear any suspicious booms when the superiors come by to ask. We know how to play nice with his posse." Ah, she found the last of the vegetables and shrimp, pinching them and swimming them in the noodles and garlicky broth. Chewing on the mouthful, she pondered for a moment or two. "You know, I bet work is that much more frantic at the SWORD bases. Arrested aliens busting, or oozing, out of their cells, misplaced impounded space ships, shipments from the Moon or the Shi'ar that need to go through quarantine because some produce could be sentient."
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