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[#012] Baby This a New Age (Leverage/Agents of SHIELD)
Theme Prompt: #012 – Meet the Parents
Title: Baby This a New Age
Fandom: Leverage/Marvel Cinematic Universe (Agents of SHIELD)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 933
Summary: Hardison gets paid a visit by an old friend who has a very unexpected proposition for him.
Notes: Set in late S1 of Agents of SHIELD and S2/3 of Leverage. One day I will write a fic with an entire cross canon hacker collective but today is not that day (yet).
Eliot stills the moment they walk into McRory’s, every muscle in his body tense so that when Hardison collides with him from behind it’s like walking into a brick wall. The taller man stumbles back, sputtering in indignation as he tries to figure out why Eliot’s blocking the way to the bar.
“The hell, man?”
“The Cavalry.”
Hardison frowns, confused, before following the other man’s eye line to the other side of the bar. Sitting in the booth is an Asian woman with chin length black hair who looks about as happy as Eliot does on a good day. She’s sitting across from a white dude who looks like he has a considerably larger amount of chill, a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. With a name like “the Cavalry,” it’s likely one of Eliot’s old army/special forces contacts but he isn’t about to say that out loud in the middle of a crowded bar. What he will do is about to make a joke about Asian Lady Eliot when Eliot cuts him off at the pass.
“She’s SHIELD.”
That stills any words that would have come out of his mouth, eyes widening at the fact that someone SHIELD (potentially HYDRA) is just hanging out in a bar in Boston. The two of them are tense, eyes scanning every corner of the room without rest. Eventually his brain kicks back into gear and his fingers fly to go text Nate when a very, very familiar voice has him freezing in place as well.
“Alec!”
There are three people who call Hardison “Alec” – Sophie, when she’s in a good mood, his Nana, usually right before she full names him into some kind of trouble, and …
“Skye?”
He spins on his heel to face her, confusion more than anything else, before his face splits into a wide grin and she throws her arms around his shoulders. He reciprocates, lifting her off her feet a bit as he does, before pulling back with a laugh. “Girl, what are you doing here?”
“I need your help.” She pauses for a moment, before stepping in closer and dropping her voice. “SHIELD needs your help.”
Eliot appears from behind Hardison’s shoulder, his tone firm as he demands answers without actually asking for them. “Hardison?”
Hardison glances around for a moment, before tipping his head to the side. “Maybe we should take this to the back.”
* * * * *
“Okay so – first things first? SHIELD? You’re working for SHIELD?”
Hardison’s incredulity is written all over his face as he, Skye and what he can only assume is Skye’s handler (she calls him Coulson, Hardison is going to run a background search later) sit around the poker table in the back room of the bar. Eliot and “The Calvary” (Skye calls her “May”) are leaning against the respective walls of the room, glaring daggers at each other.
“I know it’s a change,” Skye begins, and May cuts her off before she can continue.
“I don’t really think you’re one to judge if you’re working with Eliot Spencer.”
“Hey now,” Hardison holds up a finger. “That’s my boy you’re disrespecting and Eliot’s out of that game. Mostly. I mean, I don’t know what he’s doing on his downtime but I can guarantee that ninety percent of the time he’s one of the good guys.”
Eliot rolls his eyes. “Not helping Hardison.”
“Secondly, I trust him more than I trust all of y’all. Last I checked, Captain America was all tearin’ down buildings and saying that you all were actually HYDRA. The man may be a little too obsessed with the red white and blue but I think I’m gonna go with the Star Spangled Man on this one.”
“First of all, not all of us we’re HYDRA. Some of us were blindsided just as much as you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Second of all – ”
“Look, this isn’t going to help.” Skye pauses for a moment before turning to face Hardison again. “Do you trust me?”
“Normally, yes,” Hardison shakes his head. “But who knows what kind of brainwashing they’ve got under their belt. I haven’t heard from you in months, Skye. All your Rising Tide contacts said you’d gone offline.”
“It’s complicated.” Skye reaches across the table and places her hands over his. “But we’re the good guys. The real good guys. And we need your help.”
Hardison stares at her for a moment, studying her face to try and see if it feels genuine, before exhaling slowly. “Alright. But for you – and only for you.”
Skye grins brightly. “We need a whole new encryption system for our tech. HYDRA had a mole on our team, so they probably have workarounds for even my code. We need a touch that they wouldn’t recognize.”
A grin splits across the other man’s face and he nods before flexing his fingers out in front of him. “Sounds like fun. When do you want me to start?”
“Wait – first things first.” Coulson shifts in his seat, leaning forward and holding up a hand before Hardison gets too ahead of himself. “What are your intentions for my technology?”
Hardison snorts in response before shaking his head. “What is this, Meet the Parents? Man, you just sit back and watch as I blow your minds.”
Coulson sighs heavily before glancing back at Skye. “This isn’t going to be another Stark situation, is it?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Skye replies with a grin. “You’ve never let me meet him.”
Coulson shakes his head as the two geeks start to dissolve into hacker speak. “I regret this already.”
Title: Baby This a New Age
Fandom: Leverage/Marvel Cinematic Universe (Agents of SHIELD)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 933
Summary: Hardison gets paid a visit by an old friend who has a very unexpected proposition for him.
Notes: Set in late S1 of Agents of SHIELD and S2/3 of Leverage. One day I will write a fic with an entire cross canon hacker collective but today is not that day (yet).
Eliot stills the moment they walk into McRory’s, every muscle in his body tense so that when Hardison collides with him from behind it’s like walking into a brick wall. The taller man stumbles back, sputtering in indignation as he tries to figure out why Eliot’s blocking the way to the bar.
“The hell, man?”
“The Cavalry.”
Hardison frowns, confused, before following the other man’s eye line to the other side of the bar. Sitting in the booth is an Asian woman with chin length black hair who looks about as happy as Eliot does on a good day. She’s sitting across from a white dude who looks like he has a considerably larger amount of chill, a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. With a name like “the Cavalry,” it’s likely one of Eliot’s old army/special forces contacts but he isn’t about to say that out loud in the middle of a crowded bar. What he will do is about to make a joke about Asian Lady Eliot when Eliot cuts him off at the pass.
“She’s SHIELD.”
That stills any words that would have come out of his mouth, eyes widening at the fact that someone SHIELD (potentially HYDRA) is just hanging out in a bar in Boston. The two of them are tense, eyes scanning every corner of the room without rest. Eventually his brain kicks back into gear and his fingers fly to go text Nate when a very, very familiar voice has him freezing in place as well.
“Alec!”
There are three people who call Hardison “Alec” – Sophie, when she’s in a good mood, his Nana, usually right before she full names him into some kind of trouble, and …
“Skye?”
He spins on his heel to face her, confusion more than anything else, before his face splits into a wide grin and she throws her arms around his shoulders. He reciprocates, lifting her off her feet a bit as he does, before pulling back with a laugh. “Girl, what are you doing here?”
“I need your help.” She pauses for a moment, before stepping in closer and dropping her voice. “SHIELD needs your help.”
Eliot appears from behind Hardison’s shoulder, his tone firm as he demands answers without actually asking for them. “Hardison?”
Hardison glances around for a moment, before tipping his head to the side. “Maybe we should take this to the back.”
“Okay so – first things first? SHIELD? You’re working for SHIELD?”
Hardison’s incredulity is written all over his face as he, Skye and what he can only assume is Skye’s handler (she calls him Coulson, Hardison is going to run a background search later) sit around the poker table in the back room of the bar. Eliot and “The Calvary” (Skye calls her “May”) are leaning against the respective walls of the room, glaring daggers at each other.
“I know it’s a change,” Skye begins, and May cuts her off before she can continue.
“I don’t really think you’re one to judge if you’re working with Eliot Spencer.”
“Hey now,” Hardison holds up a finger. “That’s my boy you’re disrespecting and Eliot’s out of that game. Mostly. I mean, I don’t know what he’s doing on his downtime but I can guarantee that ninety percent of the time he’s one of the good guys.”
Eliot rolls his eyes. “Not helping Hardison.”
“Secondly, I trust him more than I trust all of y’all. Last I checked, Captain America was all tearin’ down buildings and saying that you all were actually HYDRA. The man may be a little too obsessed with the red white and blue but I think I’m gonna go with the Star Spangled Man on this one.”
“First of all, not all of us we’re HYDRA. Some of us were blindsided just as much as you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Second of all – ”
“Look, this isn’t going to help.” Skye pauses for a moment before turning to face Hardison again. “Do you trust me?”
“Normally, yes,” Hardison shakes his head. “But who knows what kind of brainwashing they’ve got under their belt. I haven’t heard from you in months, Skye. All your Rising Tide contacts said you’d gone offline.”
“It’s complicated.” Skye reaches across the table and places her hands over his. “But we’re the good guys. The real good guys. And we need your help.”
Hardison stares at her for a moment, studying her face to try and see if it feels genuine, before exhaling slowly. “Alright. But for you – and only for you.”
Skye grins brightly. “We need a whole new encryption system for our tech. HYDRA had a mole on our team, so they probably have workarounds for even my code. We need a touch that they wouldn’t recognize.”
A grin splits across the other man’s face and he nods before flexing his fingers out in front of him. “Sounds like fun. When do you want me to start?”
“Wait – first things first.” Coulson shifts in his seat, leaning forward and holding up a hand before Hardison gets too ahead of himself. “What are your intentions for my technology?”
Hardison snorts in response before shaking his head. “What is this, Meet the Parents? Man, you just sit back and watch as I blow your minds.”
Coulson sighs heavily before glancing back at Skye. “This isn’t going to be another Stark situation, is it?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Skye replies with a grin. “You’ve never let me meet him.”
Coulson shakes his head as the two geeks start to dissolve into hacker speak. “I regret this already.”
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