Emily laughed and shook her head. “Well, yes I have, and I haven’t ever been to a dance so I’m nervous and excited.” She said. “Everybody likes Jack, be sure to bring him.” She laughed. “And maybe I can dance some song with you.”
“One of the heads will get their hands on me in the very worst sense of the expression if I let you get your hands on Jack, so that romance will have to be forbidden. I’m sure you’ll be able to get through the dance sober,” she shrugged. “Won’t your date mind me stealing you away? Not asking out of empathy or anything, I just want to know how much it’d piss them off so that I could plan accordingly.”
Emily smiled slightly and looked at the floor. “Mmm, very well, I must say… I am really excited.” She answered shyly, her mind flying towards someone. “How is it going for you?
“Judging by the lack of ‘ugh, I can’t believe they’d make us stomp to music with a partner, I thought we were here to take down bad guys, not learn the macarena.’, I’m assuming you found someone to step on your toes on the 11th.” She folded her arms across her chest knowingly, “Oh, me? It’s going somewhere. Simmons probably isn’t going to be my date, so I’ll just spend the entire night with my friend Jack Daniels, making slight adjustments to the playlist.”
“Great. I’ll like to blow stuff up soon, nah just kidding, or not?” She smirked. “I think you are handling adult life awesomely, you are not one of those boring af professors and I appreciate it.”
“Start with professor Hou’s Playboy stash and work your way up. It’s not arson if you’re doing someone a favour.” The corners of her mouth tugged up at Emily’s professor comment, though she chose not to disprove it, instead remembering another topic they had yet to talk about as she caught a glimpse of the schedule on her tablet. “Right. Dancing. I don’t see how this won’t end in a disaster,” Skye said, more so to herself, that until she raised her eyes to look at Emily again. “How’s that going for you?”
“Gosh! Deadlines are the worst thing ever, by the way we don’t have any assignment due next class, right?” She chuckled. “My day has been great, thank you, and yours? and no, everything is excellent here, the people I’ve met, the professors.” She said pointing at Skye. “Everything is cool, way much cooler than back in France.”
“I don’t even know when our next class is, so that might answer your question on both the assignment and how I’m currently handling adult life. If some nerd did do it, whatever the ‘it’ is, we’ll have to find out next time on ‘Don’t tell Coulson’.” Skye’s face lit up with a complacent smile once Emily’d pointed at her. “That’s the New York climate for you. But, all jokes aside, I’m glad you’re doing great. You’re the future defender of our freedom to have long patriotic speeches and blow stuff up whenever we please, so if I were you, I’d take extra good care of myself.”
“Yes, me too– she’s the best.” She agreed. “Grashopper? I had never been called that before, it’s cool.”
“I’m embracing my professor status. Soon enough I’ll start wearing vests, hitting people with a cane and offering you taffy. Or worse, actually caring about deadlines. Could you imagine?” she laughed. “Other than me threatening to do my job well, which I’m sure was terrifying, how’s your day been? Anything giving you trouble?”
“You kiss it good night? Oh God, me too! And I’m always a slu- I mean a big fan of Iron Man.” She giggled. “Thanks for the tape, professor.” She saluted smiling.
“Only when I remember this place runs on Stark technology, but I’m always a slut for Black Widow. You’re welcome, young grasshopper.”
“Does anybody have some tape? I need to put up my Iron Man poster, you should see it, it’s awesome!”
“There’s a very big chance I have the same one hanging by my bed. It’s obviously strategically positioned so that I could kiss it goodnight,” Skye remarked, undivided attention on rummaging through her drawer. Having retrieved the desired object, she slid it over the table to Emily with a knowing smile on her face. “Wouldn’t have pegged you as an Iron Man girl. Don’t tell Coulson.”
