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Pest Control / Reed and Phil 

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First his asset comes across some secret witch-bomb that gives him blue hair for a week. Then he literally get eaten by the not-really-sentient love-baby of The Blob and the Stay-Puft Man. Now he’s got noodle-appendaged scientists falling through his ceiling with  very smug cats.

If only this had been the weirdest thing to happen that particular week.

When Phil sat up he immediately returned his pistol to the end table with an apologetic bow of his head. Reed wasn’t exactly a threat, with all the ties he had to the place. Besides, breaking air ducts wasn’t illegal yet (and if it had magically become so while Phil’s back was turned, Clint was gonna be pissed).

"Absolutely," he replied as he stood from the couch, a hand extended forward to help Reed detangle himself from the twisted air duct and drywall. "I call it ‘ferret wrangling’. Pepper calls it ‘managing Tony Stark’. But roses, names, he’s still a prick." It was his literal best attempt at a joke and he immediately realized it was way funnier in his head, but he slapped on a bland smile nonetheless as he straightened them both up.

Speaking of Stark… “Can’t say I’m gonna enjoy telling him about this one,” he remarked with an edge of genuine disdain in his tone as he looked toward the gap in his ceiling. At least he missed the rafters. I might have seen a lot more than a scientist go through the coffee table. “But don’t stress about it. I’m never really home, anyway. It’ll probably be patched by the time I actually see the inside of my suite again.”

Reed gave him an uncertain smile, but accepted Phil’s help up. There might have been a joke buried somewhere in Phil’s words, but he couldn’t tell for certain, which left him at rather a loss for how to react properly. Easier by far to remain silent and let Phil carry the conversation back to the matter at hand.

“I’ll personally see to that,” Reed promised and agreed. “In fact, I should be the one to tell Tony. My mess, after all.” That and about the only fact he could glean from what Phil said was that he seemed to enjoy working with Tony more than the agent. “I am sorry.” He was close to getting stuck in another ‘sorry, so sorry’ rut, which always felt so useless but so necessary for him. His foot nudged some of the debris into a loose pile, to make it easier to collect.

His cat, however, would not be any easier to collect; she’d already wandered deeper into Phil’s rooms, apparently following Salem on highly confidential cat business.

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Distractions / Reed and Nick 

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"Reed Richards am I your arm candy?"  It’s incredible to be joking like this and letting the words simply roll off him.  Every once in a while he needs to fold up the Director and just let Nick out for a while.  Lucky for him, Reed’s pretty obliging with things like those.

"If I’m gonna be your Pretty Woman I expect to be pampered."

Reed covers a smile—badly—by briefly burying his face against Nick’s shoulder. He straightens and attempts to rally his focus. That moment of close contact has left him a little light-headed on Nick’s scent, both comforting and enticing. “I’ll give it my best shot,” he says, floundering. “This way, please.” He leads Nick towards his rooms first. Reed’s dressed in black dress pants and a dark blue Oxford shirt, nothing too formal but definitely a step above Nick’s business attire (complete with the leather jacket that Reed personally believes looks so good on Nick, he should be allowed to wear it everywhere).

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All Who Wander are not Lost || Skye and Reed 

64bitsuperhero:

Skye hits the end of a hallway and sighs, turning around. She’s a little disappointed; the entire floor seems to be labs, and all of the ones she had tried hadn’t been open to her. Onto another floor, then. She’s not stupid enough, or really curious enough, to try to hack into the labs. None of the rooms seem to be computer rooms, so she’s not really interested in them. Skye heads back towards the elevator, thinking about what floor to hit up next.

She pauses in her stride when she hears tapping. That’s a little weird. Skye turns back around, seeing a man in one of the labs. The only one with the lights on, actually. She stops to wave, seeing how he doesn’t looked annoyed by her presence. Maybe she should wander around more often; Skye hadn’t ever seen this man before. And she lives here. Although, she gets the feeling that she hasn’t met a lot of the people who live in the tower.

Once he had her attention, he waved, then pointed at the direction of the door to the lab. When he was sure she’d noticed it, he took another giant step, this time to the door, which he opened. “Are you lost?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Distractions / Reed and Nick 

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One thing people don’t really know about Nick Fury: he’s not above playing shit up a little.  Hell everyone who knows his name will first say that he’s a manipulative bastard, if they don’t say ‘paranoid’ instead.  But people seem to think only of his words when they call him manipulative.  In fact, Nick relies heavily on unspoken interaction quite a bit in his line of work.  It means that every once in a while he’ll shed his badass Director of SHIELD persona if it suits him.

It suits him to lean a little more heavily against Reed than necessary.  The man isn’t easily fooled, naturally, but Nick trusts he’ll see it for the proclamation it is.  ”Got a plan?”

Fortunately, Reed is a great deal stronger than he looks. In fact, he could easily carry Nick without even really feeling any strain, a fact which he suspects the other man is taking advantage of. He slips one arm around Nick and tucks himself against Nick’s side comfortably. “A part of a plan,” he admits. “Do you want to change? I have a place, it’s not hugely formal, but…” But, he thought he’d give Nick the chance anyway, because it’s is a fairly nice location.

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Distractions / Reed and Nick 

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Reed isn’t subtle about sizing up the stack on his desk and Nick doesn’t bother to point out that it’s actually worse than it looks.  This is the stack after he’s delegated everything that can be and he’s got an 80 page interagency agreement sitting in his inbox for a line-by-line review.  IMF is being particularly pissy this fiscal year and Nick isn’t looking forward to ferretting out all the shit they hoped to slip into their jurisdiction.

Yes,” he sighs with gusto.  ”Please. This shit can make a man despair.

He nods, satisfied with the answer, and also feeling a little tug of sympathy for Nick’s plight. Paperwork: the bane of modern workers everywhere, including superheroes. He slips his hands around Nick’s wrist and helps him, stepping close to deliver a quick peck at the corner of Nick’s mouth. “Then let’s go out.”

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All Who Wander are not Lost || Skye and Reed 

64bitsuperhero:

Skye was bored, and there was still another week’s worth of bedrest to go. She was going to crawl out of skin. Phil had ordered her back to bed earlier, but Skye knew she wasn’t going to be able to stay there long. She needed to do something. Anything, to get her mind off of things. Television, video games, and hacking can only distract for so long, and after the hospital…

Which is how Skye found herself wandering through the tower, exploring floors she hadn’t been on before. She wasn’t allowed to leave the tower, but she could still walk around. Until AC yelled at her again.

Reed still had more or less an entire lab floor to himself, though he’s dedicated much of that space to his collaborations with Tony. Several security updates later, and access to the lab was more restricted than ever. He’s met most of those with access, even being called upon to give his personal approval. Still, there were a few people he hadn’t even met yet who could apparently enter the main hallway and wander around.

He only noticed her because he’d happened to be staring across his lab and through the window when she passed by. He snapped out of deep thought as soon as it registered that a stranger was loose on his lab floor. When she passed by the second time, Reed crossed to the other side of the room in two great steps and tapped on the glass curiously.

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Distractions / Reed and Nick 

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He’s not intending to pull another all-nighter but there’s work to be done and not a lot of hands to do it.  He’d decided to stop checking the clock somewhere about 2 and would pack up whenever it was that he got hungry.  This is the type of work that’s important but not nearly as important as dinner and a smoke.

"Nothing that can’t wait," he replied with the beginnings of a smile.

Reed hesitated just a moment longer in the doorway, before pushing the door fully open and stepping inside, his grin widening. “Long enough for dinner?” he asked, crossing over to the desk. He glanced at the paperwork, not really looking at what Nick was doing but rather gaging how much there was of it.

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Distractions / Reed and Nick 

Reed timed his visit so that he should arrive at Nick’s office at the end of Nick’s work shift. At least, this was the semi-official end of Nick’s shift, but his Beta was every bit as much of a workaholic as Reed, so “end of shift” didn’t necessarily mean “end of work” for Nick. Still, it greatly improved his chances of luring Nick away for a bit.

He knocked on the door perfunctorily, then opened it and peered through the crack. He gave Nick a small, hopeful smile. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

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Pest Control / Reed and Phil 

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Salem hates tuna. This much had been a revelation to a man who had never even owned a cat, but apparently cats that hate tuna exist. No wonder baiting him with tuna bits and bribing him with extra in his food dish hadn’t done anything. The first time Phil thought to switch his bribing medium? The damn thing had come trotting right up like he hadn’t spent a week sulking on top of the entertainment center.

And then, as his life would have it, something fell from the ceiling just as Salem leapt up to pluck the turkey from between his fingers.

His sidearm was in his hand the moment the ceiling began to crack, his entire frame spread longways across the couch from when he threw himself out to grab the Beretta from his end table. Salem was perched on the arm of the couch again after he seemed to deem the situation beneath him, seemingly unperturbed by a massive section of infrastructure falling through the ceiling for no apparent re-

And then Reed crawled out. The moment he registered the face he lowered his gun, a mortified little huff leaving him before he dropped both arms and let his head fall back against the back of the sofa. “Do I wanna know?” he asked, more of a groan than anything as he stared at the hole in his living room ceiling. Well… at least I don’t have to worry about the sky falling now. “I wanna know why you were crawling through the ceiling with a cat, but…” He huffed again, and this one was an obvious laugh. “I don’t think I wanna know.”

Reed released Quark, setting her down near Salem on the assumption that even if Salem wasn’t somehow the cause for their impromptu trip through the vents, the older cat’s presence would still set Quark at ease. He glanced over his shoulder at Phil, who was lying parallel to him, with his feet opposite Reed’s head and gun slowly lowering. Well. This was an awkward situation, though Phil’s slight laugh prompted Reed to give him a small, if embarrassed, smile.

He slid the rest of the way out of the mess he’d made, body immediately conforming to a form that resembled human more than it did snake. “I don’t know if you want to know,” he confessed. He wasn’t a telepath, so that wasn’t a question he could answer. But he did rather feel that he owed Phil some form of explanation, and blaming all of this on an innocent, unintentionally-havoc-inducing cat seemed too irresponsible for him. “Have you ever found yourself pursuing a goal with such singular interest that you neglect all else?” Such as common sense, or half a thought given to the structural integrity of Stark’s ceilings. He peered at the hole above them, already calculating the damage and how best to fix it.

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Pest Control / Reed and Phil 

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how Quark got into the air vents, or why. Cats are mysterious creatures and Reed has long since resigned himself to never fully understanding them, although careful research and observation has helped. Upon discovering that his cat had tripped the security alarms in the vents criss-crossing one of the residential floors, Reed disabled the alarms in that area and then crawled in after her.

He’s trying his best to maneuver through the cramped vents silently, to avoid disturbing anyone directly below or above them. Quark has finally stopped wandering and allowed him to catch up to her. She rubs against his face affectionately, providing no clue as to her motivation in this little venture of hers. Reed takes a few moments to pat her head in silent assurance that he isn’t upset with her while he looks around to see what lured her in. He finds nothing, but manages to delay just long enough that his weight proves to be too much for the supporting structure to handle.

The ground creaks alarmingly beneath him for just a split second before it falls away. Really, his reflexes should be fast enough to react in that time, but he takes that second to wrap his hands around Quark in a protective ball. Then he’s falling momentarily, then he’s landing on somebody’s coffee table. An entire section of vent falls with him, leaving him in a roughly ten-inch round, eight-feet long metal tube in a pile of broken ceiling and table. After an awkward beat, he slithers out partially and comes face-to-face with a familiar black cat, the first clue as to whose apartment he’s crashed into.

Salem sniffs at him before delivering his opinion on the entire, disgraceful matter. “Meow.” This is perhaps the most judgmental noise Reed has ever heard from a cat.

"I’m sorry," he says, equal parts mortified and sincere.

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