Fury and Coulson watched the proceedings carefully. The Current President of the United States
was not known for tact, and many regarded him as extremely hostile towards
outsiders. It is true he had been less
than thrilled when getting the initial brief.
Stark Industries represented a major chunk of the US and global economy
and without Potts the whole thing was in disarray. Maria Hill had asked to be the security agent
attached the queen after Coulson made contact.
“Angela” as she was insisting on being called was rather low key for a
Queen Fury noted. In the two days since
their appearance, the Etherians of Brightmoon had had meetings with all of UN
members and gotten refugee status in the US itself. This was meant to a formal informal meeting
of the leaders…
“Ah, she is breaking the line,” Coulson noted.
“She is coming right this way,” Fury agreed.
Both watched the blonde angelic woman in the white gown
walk throw the reception line and right towards the spies in their suits.
“Phils was it?” Angela smiled, “No, that’s not right…
Phil. Yes, Greetings Phil.”
“Your Majesty,” Phil bowed slightly as he shook her out
stretched hand.
“No need to be so formal, you came to us as a friend,”
Angela smile broadened, “Please who is this dashing gentleman Phil?”
Nick arched his one eye’s brow.
“Angela, this is Colonel Nick Fury, my boss,” Phil
smiled, “Colonel, Queen Angela. The Ruler
of Castle Bright Moon.”
“You are Nick. Oh yes,” Angela shook the senior spy’s
hand, “Your people speak so highly of you… What was the phrase they all use? ‘He
is the most insufferable son of a dog I have ever met, but there is no one else
I would work for’? Yes I think that is
the phrase.”
“We the first half sounds about right Queen Angela,” Nick
smiled trying to be polite, “I do tend to be something of a task master.”
“Oh yes,” Angela said, “You must join me for dinner one
night.”
“Yes…” Nick said, “Not to be rude but I do believe the
rest of the Presidents guests would like to meet you and I am not as
comfortable in the limelight.”
“Of course Colonel,” Angela waved a hand, “A pleasure as
always Phil.”
Nick and Phil watched as the woman went back to the
reception line.
“How much of that was an act?” Nick asked.
“Hard to tell sir,” Phil said, “She is something of a
mutant and as such has developed slightly off body langue. Notice the twitch in the wings?”
“Yes. ‘Son of a
dog’ though?” Nick said.
“That was an act,” Phil agreed, “I am sure she isn’t that
naïve and was trying to make it sound more ‘polite’ given the crowd.”
*
“I need a super villain attack ASAP!” Maria called over
the radio.
“What?” Nick asked.
“The California Dems tried to get the Queen to sign off
on ‘Orange Hitler is Bad’ and she is going off on them about real war crimes
and how horrible real evil tyrants like Hordak are!”
Phil actually slapped his own face.
“What is wrong with these people,” Nick murmured, “If you
run for President, of course you are an asshole! It doesn’t matter who, they have all been
assholes!”
“I didn’t vote for that asshole,” Phil said.
Nick stared at his subordinate.
“Ok, Donald Duck.”
“Ah people can we get a supervillain or something?”
“Ah yeah no, that is a negative,” a field commander spoke
up, “Hydra got ambushed by the locals trying to cross the hoods of Baltimore.”
Nick looked at Phil.
“Sir, you really don’t want to see me in tights!”
“Where are they at?” Nick asked over the radio.
“Climate change denial vs using planet killing
superweapons,” Hill responded.
“Location,” Nick said, “I have a briefing for the
Congress members.”
“Bottom of the main stair well,” Hill retorted.
“Lets go Duck 2016,” Nick sneered at Coulson.
*
Phil was still not sure how it happened, but here he was
siting next to the President of the United States with the Queen of an alien world
sitting on his lap. Both were sipping an
old whiskey talking about the problems of living in penthouse quarters.
“And it’s like,” the President waved his hand, “If you
don’t have the terrace in front, you have to get a crew with all the equipment
to come and clean the windows… and what is the point of having the penthouse without
having the floor to ceiling view windows of the entire area?”
“And of course the cleaner you keep the windows,” Angela
smiled, “The more birds run into it.
That is how my daughter discovered her powers. She tried to warn a flock of birds that they
were flying into her window…”
“Oh?” The President took a sip, “What happened?”
“She created a flash of light from her hands and blinded
them,” Angela chuckled, “They flew into the window anyways!”
Both leaders chuckled.
“Phil, I hope you don’t find this demeaning,” Angela
smiled back at the agent, “But I just have a hard time sitting in these chairs
around here.”
“It’s ok Ma’am.”
“So formal with your boss’s boss here,” Angela smiled, “Phil
and the rest of the people have been wonderfully helpful… But while I am grateful
for your charity and your people’s charity, I feel we need to join the rest of
our people on Eternia and eventually reclaim Etheria.”
“I can drink to that,” the President smiled, “I am sure
we can arrange trade deals once you are safely back home and are getting your economy
back up and running.”
“To fair deals?” Angela raised her glass.