#𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 *˚+.* sharon + fox .

[quartervois]

@whitesuited

“if you were a SHIELD medic, that would have killed, by the way,” her nose crinkles a little when he gently hooks a finger around a stray wave of blonde to inspect what it’s been hiding underneath ————- more or less the full extent of expressions she’s able to currently make without some part of her face stinging in protest. “they think i’m hilarious.” ( they also think she’s too reckless for her own good and stubborn to a fault, but she begs to differ. ) but because it’s mulder and not the aforementioned SHIELD medic looking her over, she’s trying her best to stay still and cooperate; a task she’s already finding challenging based on the way her hands alternate from knotting in her lap to grabbing hold of the couch he’s got her sitting on.

she exhales a laugh, even if it means feeling the pinch - tug in her forehead long after she finishes that breath ———– the idea that she’s somehow the x - file when the company she keeps probably has their own subsection over there at the FBI.

       “for the record, i’m taking that as a compliment,” of all the monikers she’s collected over the years, walking x - file is definitely up there. “i suppose that means this” she has to gesture as best she can with her eyes; bright blues lifted in the direction of where he’s working, “should be right in your wheelhouse then.”

for a moment she debates insisting she’ll patch herself up now that he’s done the ironically dirty work of getting her cleaned up ——- it certainly won’t be the first time she’s sat down on a bathroom countertop and leaned into the mirror with a needle and thread. instead, she’s feigning offense with an over - the - top scoff ( at least as much of a recoiled reaction as her face will allow, yet again ) when he suggests no one’s going to notice a few mislaid rows of stitches.

       “so what are you saying there, agent? no more honeypot missions for me?”

"𝘐𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘖𝘙," 𝘍𝘖𝘟 𝘑𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘓𝘠, "𝘐'𝘔 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘑𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘓𝘋." There's the breath of a smile on the agent's lips, however, because he does find Sharon's dry and hit-or-miss sense of humor amusing. Just not laugh-til-you-hurt amusing. His touch is gentle and soft despite his rough fingertips. At times like this, he wished he had Scully around. She was a doctor, after all, and had helped him a lot with the damages of their duties. But, she was in a different department now and the X Files were ( temporarily ) decomissioned. The limbo between then and when the X Files would be reinstated was dragging and more than once, Fox had considered bothering Sharon about how to possibly join SHIELD. It seemed like the perfect place to pursue his interests but she had been rather secretive about what exactly the organization investigated and entailed.

Another government secret he was interested in exposing.

Sharon was a friend, however, and he didn't pry. Mind constantly buzzing with questions and observations about what, admittedly, little he had about SHIELD made being around her almost infuriatingly frustrating but he hoped in time she'd trust him enough to share. Certainly did seem more exciting if he were honest.

"Not much in the way of X Files, anymore," he admitted bitterly, "I am officially decommissioned. At least," a subtle tilt of his head as if shrugging without moving his shoulders, "--- the X Files are. Skinner made the decree a week ago and I am bored out of mind. Has me on tapes." His tone expresses, not only his absolute boredom with the charge of transcripting, but his hatred of it. He wanted his office back. He wanted his X Files back.

The stitches are less than tidy and he's sure there might be a small scar but they'd hold. As long as Sharon didn't get too energetic with doing her hair. "Do a lot of honey pot stings there in SHIELD, do ya?" Fox teased as he tided up the dried blood to her forehead and very tenderly placed a bandage over the stitches to keep them dry. "Some kind of boudaire stealth ops?" The boyish grin he was known for in school came back full force as his bright eyes found Sharon's with a chuckle both audible and evident in the way his gaze sparkled with mischief. He couldn't help it. The idea of Sharon whooping ass in some scandalous nighty made him laugh. "Maybe you should change departments, save yourself the humiliation."