The worst part about all of this was the fact that Brandon couldn't just tell what was going on. The tension in the air was thick, everyone knew that something was going down even if no one knew exactly what, and he couldn't just read someone's mind and get his answers. It put him on-edge, even moreso when one of the rumors floating around that whatever was going on, the new PsiOps initiative was involved somehow.
Rumors... in some ways, being a super-human agent wasn't all that different from being in high school.
This did mean that Brandon wasn't surprised when he was asked to report to the briefing room. Nor when he was left waiting for a few minutes. Thus, when Coulson walked in, he'd find Brandon in a suit- he didn't wear the more form-fitting outfit when he wasn't on a mission- that he still felt awkward wearing and which tie he still couldn't quite get right. That, and he was wearing headphones, piping in a judicious mix of pop, rap, and r&b to keep the silence at bay.
At least he had the courtesy to remove said headphones when Coulson walked in?
By habit, Brandon tucked his amplifier- a small palm-sized device- into his pocket as he stood up, keeping his hands out and away from it. Just another habit he got into, to keep people from being afraid of him or jumping to conclusions. Instead, he brightly grinned, taking Coulson's hand and shaking it firmly. "I understand," he affirmed, "I'll keep it secret..."
That being said... he couldn't quite hide the interest in his eyes. The agents Brandon hung around with knew that Coulson was important- he reported directly to Nick Fury, and they all treated Fury rather like a principal or a general. Important, but not someone you wanted to meet, because the only time important people met with junior people was when someone had screwed up in a spectacular way.
But that wasn't the case this time. On the contrary... it was either Agent Hardass or the Director he was report to, instead of anyone else in S.H.I.E.L.D. That meant something important. And that meant something big, something that they needed a psychic for. Somehow, he doubted it was a need for spoon-bending. "...whatever 'it' is."
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Rumors... in some ways, being a super-human agent wasn't all that different from being in high school.
This did mean that Brandon wasn't surprised when he was asked to report to the briefing room. Nor when he was left waiting for a few minutes. Thus, when Coulson walked in, he'd find Brandon in a suit- he didn't wear the more form-fitting outfit when he wasn't on a mission- that he still felt awkward wearing and which tie he still couldn't quite get right. That, and he was wearing headphones, piping in a judicious mix of pop, rap, and r&b to keep the silence at bay.
At least he had the courtesy to remove said headphones when Coulson walked in?
By habit, Brandon tucked his amplifier- a small palm-sized device- into his pocket as he stood up, keeping his hands out and away from it. Just another habit he got into, to keep people from being afraid of him or jumping to conclusions. Instead, he brightly grinned, taking Coulson's hand and shaking it firmly. "I understand," he affirmed, "I'll keep it secret..."
That being said... he couldn't quite hide the interest in his eyes. The agents Brandon hung around with knew that Coulson was important- he reported directly to Nick Fury, and they all treated Fury rather like a principal or a general. Important, but not someone you wanted to meet, because the only time important people met with junior people was when someone had screwed up in a spectacular way.
But that wasn't the case this time. On the contrary... it was either Agent Hardass or the Director he was report to, instead of anyone else in S.H.I.E.L.D. That meant something important. And that meant something big, something that they needed a psychic for. Somehow, he doubted it was a need for spoon-bending. "...whatever 'it' is."