1963-12-04 - Another Job!
Summary: Hannibal rescues a woman, Daisy asks for a job!
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hannibal skye 


They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So picture it. Manhattan at two am. In the city that never sleeps, the subway is never deserted. But it's close. The tableau: a woman sprawled on the platform in disarray. A waitress perhaps going home after a late shift. In a semi-circle around her, 4 young men in the same gang colors. Two have pipes, 1 has a knife, one - seemingly the leader - has a chain. Standing over the woman and facing the thugs is a man in a trench coat. The chain is wrapped around his arm and he's grabbed onto it with his hand as they face each other. He seems about to say something: the script calls for a threat or a witticism. The second hand of the clock starts to move again as the scene continues.

"Ow, that hurt." Hannibal says, looking reproachfully at the hang leader. "That's going to leave a bruise, you know." A tug of the chain yanks the young thug forward to receive a punch in the face.

*

Picture this.

Young Daisy nursing a hangover. Young Daisy sore because she drunk drove and crashed a car. Young Daisy irritated because she didn't have a drink to fuel the drunk and well? Headache abound! On top of that, she just had a hard trip. A hard knock down to her life which.. well, she found herself sleeping under a desk, moved into a house with people she didn't know, someone familiar gone and the other MIA. So, she was the epitome of bad decisions. So the quip of the day? None. None but a grumble and a bold stand from her seat to approach the.. six? Yeah, it was six.

But Daisy could get behind a beatdown, she could get behind unleashing the fury upon some poor unsuspecting sap. So with a growl, and a run down the narrow isle? She leaps towards the nearest one in hopes to tackle that sucker down!

*

As their leader gets a broken nose, the other three start toward the one who gave it to him. So Daisy's attack is completely unnoticed until it's too late. Meanwhile Hannibal is looking down at the woman he seems to have rescued. "Now would be a really good time to run away." he tells her. "I don't need a reward or anything so… go. Shoo." There's a roar of pain from the gang leader as he covers his nose with a hand but Hannibal just reaches out and lifts him by the front of his shirt to toss him at the one with the knife. Which leaves a pipe to come crashing down on the same arm that got hit by the chain. "Ow! Will you stop that?"

*

Score! Daisy got one! Where one would issue a warcry of victory, Daisy issues a flurry of punches. Well.. it was more like a flail, but those hits were meant to hurt especially as she goes for the face. Lacking nails to scratch and claw, Daisy goes for the nose pull. Two fingers hooked into, and tugged so heavily that the man screams and instinctively clobbers Daisy right in the face. Her head snaps back as she rolls off the man, her hands reaching up to grasp at her face. And she -screams-!

Now, to note, Daisy has been hit before, but not in the face! So it comes as a shock to her, near to the point of her crying out for her mother that.. she doesn't even know if she still exists!

Even as the man tries to straddle her to deal his own punches, her feet were kicking him back in a fit of a tantrum. It was a right damn mess of a scuffle!

*

There's a crack and a cry of pain followed by the rattle of the pipe on the platform as the chain Hannibal never let go of comes down on the gang member's arm. "You okay over there?" he asks, looking across to Daisy. "Why don't you help this woman out of the station while I take care of these guys?"

*

Daisy was bleeding, of course she wasn't okay! But the kick to the man and possibly a crack to his arm got her a little bit of leeway to stand, wobbled, but she was up. And her head felt like it was on fire! The woman was scared, frozen in place.. and it takes a few moments for Daisy to focus on her. "Otay lady.." Daisy tries to speak, her nose.. which may or may not be broken, stifling her speech. "Tum on!" She reaches out for the womans arm, who looks at her horrifed.

'Oh my god, your face!'

"Deah deah, but else is dew.." *SNIFF*

*

Hannibal can't help but sniff the air at the smell of blood but he does his best to ignore it. Still, it's distracting which might explain why, when he grabs one of the thugs by the throat, what was intended to be just a toss to the side instead flings him through the air twenty feet till he crashes into one of the supports and collapses on the platform. Oops. Which is really all the others need to realize they better get the hell out of here and they abandon their buddy and take off. "Well, that was fun."

*

A final look back towards the station area has Daisy witnessing the throw, in fact, the woman seen it was well, which allows her to vacate Daisy's side in a run that she never thought possible. She even dropped her wallet! "Woah.." Daisy was.. quite frankly flabbergasted. First it was a glowing man who called himself the God of Fear. And now? A man who could practically through another man into the next state. Daisy sniffs heavily, then looks around to see that her current rescuee had left nothing behind but a wallet for a slipper, which she soon picks up and pockets.

"Prithee smoov moves you half there.." She calls out to Hannibal. Agent of Shield is observent!

*

Hannibal hmmms? He looks up from unwrapping the chain from around his arm. "Oh, hardly. Those types don't know how to fight. They just depend on fear and intimidation to do their work for them. Stand up to them with a little bit of skill and they fold like paper." Letting the chain drop to the platform, he steps closer with a frown. "Though I think one of them might have broken your nose. Want me to fix it?"

*

Better than what Daisy gave, that was for certain. But her hat was soon tugged off, smacked against her thigh as she begins to pick a little bit of old leaves and dirt pebbles from it. Looking up towards him, she blinks twice, her eyes crossing down towards her nose as she gestures him forth. "Long as I don't have to pay you.." Hell, she hopped and skipped the toll booth to actually get down into the platform itself. With a lift of her chin, she grits her teeth and closes her eyes.. she's seen this before.

*

"Nope." She obviously knows what to expect so Hannibal doesn't bother giving any warning. Not that he was going to anyway. Reaching up, he grabs her nose between two fingers then yanks on it hard once to straighten it and lets go. "You helped take them out so it's free of charge. Besides, I'm not a doctor. So she dropped her wallet?"

*

No warning, the grasp and tug has her shrieking in pain, her eyes immediately a flood of tears as she steps back to grasp her face in pain. The hat that was in her hand was immediately stuffed against her mouth and nose, allowing her to cry it out without bringing any other vigilante in to attack the man of might. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" She even hops a little with the pain, her hand already shuffling through her pants pocket to retrieve the wallet as a few quarters and dimes spill out upon the ground. "Shit!" Wallet pushed into his hands, she immediately bends to try to catch the rolling coins. Man! That was all she had!

*

Hannibal blinks as the wallet as is pushed into his hands. "Right then, I guess I'll get this back to her." As the coins roll, he stops a couple with his foot as he considers Daisy. Then opening the wallet, he pulls out a couple bills and offers them to the girl. "A reward from her for helping to save her." He'll replace them himself later.

*

Her foot strikes out to catch the rolling dime, stopping to draw it back so that she could bend and pick it up. At that angle, it made her head pound all the more, so once she lifts it was a slow one, and a lean back of her head as she pinches her nose together. Which -hurts-. The offer of money was taken, nearly snatched and stuffed into her pocket. And with a pause, she lifts her brows, then lets out a huff. "Sorry. Didn't mean to snatch. Anyways, what's your name and why are you throwing dudes bigger than you across the 'yard'." One handed quote fingers given, and then she's busy checking her nose.

*

Hannibal smiles as the bills practically disappear from his hand and he checks the wallet for an address before slipping it into his pocket. At the same time, he withdraws a business card and offers it to Daisy. "Hannibal King, Borderline Investigations." Though the card lists a phone number, it's obviously not a US one. Given his accent, it's probably English. "Adrenaline does that kind of thing, I'm told. I don't approve of thugs attacking women."

*

Daisy removes her hat, stuffing it within her back pocket as she reaches out to take the card. It was examined, flipped upon one side than the other, her head nodding nonchalantly as she offers up a wave in departure. "Swell.." She comments idly, intending to leave the area all together. But.. if anyone has ever seen the way a lightbulb fires off in someones head? They'd know that a very, very bad idea was coming on next. "Say.."

Oh shit.

"..are you hiring?"

*

Pause. "Hiring?" Hannibal studies Daisy a moment, brow furrowed as he comtemplates the idea. "I haven't opened an office here in the states. Though I was planning on staying a while. I probably should as it helps pay the bills." Silent again, he's still studying Daisy. "What can you do?"

*

Well Mr. Hannibal King! Glad you asked! She's a junior in spycrafting! Just like those bond books! Hell, she could probably change into another girl or a guy with a proper application of makeup and padding! She can shoot a gun! Hell, she's a trained agent of SHIELD but..

"Fix stuff." That was said with confidence. "And I'm pretty sure I can get around without anyone seeing me. You didn't notice me, right?" She asks. "Though, you weren't looking for me either. So, I got that on my side." She puffs up a little, hands upon her hips, though one lifts to wipe away at her nose as she sniffs.

She would say she could survive hideous torture and keep secrets, buuuut…

*

Hannibal reaches up to scratch his head. "Actually, I meant more can't you type? Answer a phone? Take messages? Go to the bank and make deposits? That kind of thing. I don't really need another detective but if I open up an office here, I'll need a secretary and receptionist."

*

What the!

Daisy was good at masking the look of disappointment on her face. But aside from the lackluster and glamourus paycheck from SHIELD, she was going to need another job to supplement her gearhead and tinkering habits. That and she wanted to eat. And have her own place. Maybe a bicycle. Or a pair of skates. One brow shoots up as she finally gives a shrug. It beats working at Macy's.

"I can do all of that.." She says slowly, "..thank goodness I know how to spell, am I right?" She laughs.. then ows quietly, holding her nose. "When are you going to be open.. I mean, potentially."

*

Hannibal shrugs at the question. "Beats the hell out of me. I hadn't planned on opening an office. I'll have to find one first. I may want you to make the final arrangements after I pick something out. Also, I tend to work nights. Sensitive eyes and sunlight damages them if I'm not very careful." Truer words have never been spoken. "So you'll be doing a lot during the day when I'm not around."

*

"Well, I can do that. I work days.. not nights.." Daisy bobs her head in a slight nod. It seems easy. She could practically do her work with SHIELD at the same time she works for this.. Mr. King. "Well, I'm alright with that. Call me Skye. Or Daisy. Whatever." A bloody, messy hand was struck out, not a damn piece of sensibility given. "I don't have a phone yet. Or a place to stay. Well I do have a place to stay, but I really don't know those people. So.." She probably was still going to sleep at SHIELD. Maybe just leave her bag at the Baxter building. Something! "But.. ah.. give me like a week or so to get it together, then I'll call you with my number. Sound alright?"

*

"That's fine." Hannibal agrees. "Though don't call that number. It'll just ring my office in London. Call the Times Square Waldorf and leave a message with me. I'm staying there till I find a place."

*

No handshake.. no han.. ew! Daisy looks at her hand and immediately smears it upon her thigh, then nods. "Alright, swell. So um.. I guess I'll be calling you in a week, Mr. King.." She's got another job! Another.. oh god. She has another job. She's a fucking adult with two jobs.. someone help.. The look upon her face was slightly grave as she turns around, offering up a half-assed wave in departure. Just what in the hell was she thinking?

*

"Call me Hannibal." he tells her. "Talk to you soon, Skye." As she heads off, he glances down at the blood on his fingers from fixing her nose and then licks them off. He's about to head out as well when he pauses and looks over at the unconscious gang member. The thug might as well be useful to somebody and he's feeling hungry. As usual.

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