SHIELD has dealt with your kind for quite some time.
Even back when Fury was white.
But we don’t generally interfere in your affairs so long as you’re not doing anything particularly harmful.
It’s come to my attention that sometimes I just start talking at people as if I expect them to magically know all of the characters I am currently playing. I get shocked when they don’t. So here is a list of the characters I currently log on on a regular basis:
Agent Phil Coulson (of Marvelverse)
The Master had not resumed walking, and the turn of the head from the Human walking a short distance ahead of him made him more suspicious than he had been. Why would he look behind him if he were not uncertain of what was behind him? The Time Lord glanced back to see if there was anything behind him, but there was not. The scent was still ahead of him, so when the Human looked forward again, the Master sped up slightly. He could see that he was holding something, and all he needed was a quick glance. A cup and a bag. Those might contain what he was smelling, but there was only one way to find out. He stopped, looked around, and started back in his initial direction.
He’d been noticed, no matter how much he would like to think he was being sneaky, he had been noticed and so he decided to go with it. “Are you Harold Saxon?” he called out after the man, standing still with his coffee and donuts. He wasn’t sure how this would go. Harold Saxon was still a wanted man.
That’s not a bad thing. Not at all. You have a son that needs you, and there’s no shame in changing your life for him.
[ she nods ] I just miss it sometimes, y’know? That’s all I did for twelve years.
Do you enjoy teaching?
agentcoulson replied to your post: I see. What sort of trouble, if you dont mind me…
*raises an eyebrow* and you… do you indulge in this sort of trouble as well?On occasion. Though I tend to cause my own trouble rather than get involved with another’s. I do try my best to help them when they need me, though it usually involves me pulling them from that chaotic mindset rather than aiding them in it.
….I will have to bear that in mind, Miss…?
It had been quite a while since the Master had decided to become the Prime Minister, and in his opinion it was rather obvious. His hair was greying, and he liked to think that he carried himself with a greater air of respectability than he once had. He was here to take down notes on the area for a plan that he was working on, and every now and then he wound stop and jot something down. The scent of coffee and sugar followed him as he walked, which was all right as it wasn’t a foul scent, but the intensity of the smell hadn’t changed since he’d landed. That was definitely a concern unless a Human just happened to be going the same way he was. So he decided to turn back in the direction of the scent to see if that was true or not.
Coulson didn’t miss a beat when the man turned around, just carried on like a typical New Yorker, carrying his coffee and pasteries around him, though it was bothersome. That was certainly Harold Saxon. Older, certainly, but time in office aged anyone. Every bit of his training told him not to turn and look but he couldn’t help but to turn his head just slightly to see if the man had resumed walking yet.
