[ Steve's cursor shoots up to click on the red X at the top of the photo almost as quickly as it appears. His heart is racing for reasons he'd rather not dig into. Trips down memory lane take a lot out of him. ]
Quit bluffing. I know I'm authorized.
[ That's not exactly a flex, since most days Steve would give anything not to be authorized, not to be needed, not to be a symbol for a nation that lost itself long before Steve did. But it is what it is, and he highly doubts SHIELD would revoke access to Captain America. Fury wants too much from Steve to alienate him like that. ]
[ the entire conversation looks like a half-assed fanfiction being written in google docs. skye can't honestly believe it's still happening. she'd half-expected the other end to either slam the laptop closed (and sever the connection) or just panic and run away.
not buying the bluff just makes her feel weird. like now she's the one getting interrogated. not ideal. ]
What does it look like I'm doing?
[ scrolling through photos, attempting to open up email (does this person even use email? there's nothing here...), toying with the remote webcam settings. pressing buttons just to see what happens. ]
[ Watching the computer screen change is dizzying, and Steve's eyes strain to catch information before the screen changes, again and again and again. Even though his use of the laptop has been minimal, and usually work-related, it makes him uneasy not knowing exactly what has been compromised. But then, it's probably safe to assume everything.
That, however, is SHIELD's problem. And Steve is just skeptical enough of SHIELD not to call in this security breach immediately. This could be his chance to dig around SHIELD's secrets, as long as he can also keep the hacker from accessing anything that could endanger the public. ]
It looks like you're illegally accessing a top secret server. So what are you looking for?
[ she technically has some access. just not enough.
but there are too many dead-ends. it's like running a mouse through a maze, too many twists and turns for her to remember what she's navigated through and what remains unexplored. somehow, though, the skeptical-yet-curious face on the other end seems to have enough clearance to see just about anything skye's interested in clicking on. maybe that makes the maze worse.
it's not until she hits a folder called d whitehall that things get interesting. so much is redacted, blocked out, until johann schmidt — and a warning, a pop-up indicating the content is tracked even amongst those clearly permitted to read it, followed by a seize of the machine as its processors grind to a halt.
maybe slapping her hands into the keyboard isn't a good way to solve problems, but it makes her feel better.
or it does until the webcam on her laptop flickers to life, illuminating her to the other end through some stupid setting she hadn't meant to select. well, steve, if you wanted to know who was on the other end... it's clearly an intern, judging by the messy bun and ugly swag sweater. ]
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Quit bluffing. I know I'm authorized.
[ That's not exactly a flex, since most days Steve would give anything not to be authorized, not to be needed, not to be a symbol for a nation that lost itself long before Steve did. But it is what it is, and he highly doubts SHIELD would revoke access to Captain America. Fury wants too much from Steve to alienate him like that. ]
How about you tell me what the hell you're up to?
no subject
not buying the bluff just makes her feel weird. like now she's the one getting interrogated. not ideal. ]
What does it look like I'm doing?
[ scrolling through photos, attempting to open up email (does this person even use email? there's nothing here...), toying with the remote webcam settings. pressing buttons just to see what happens. ]
no subject
That, however, is SHIELD's problem. And Steve is just skeptical enough of SHIELD not to call in this security breach immediately. This could be his chance to dig around SHIELD's secrets, as long as he can also keep the hacker from accessing anything that could endanger the public. ]
It looks like you're illegally accessing a top secret server. So what are you looking for?
no subject
[ she technically has some access. just not enough.
but there are too many dead-ends. it's like running a mouse through a maze, too many twists and turns for her to remember what she's navigated through and what remains unexplored. somehow, though, the skeptical-yet-curious face on the other end seems to have enough clearance to see just about anything skye's interested in clicking on. maybe that makes the maze worse.
it's not until she hits a folder called d whitehall that things get interesting. so much is redacted, blocked out, until johann schmidt — and a warning, a pop-up indicating the content is tracked even amongst those clearly permitted to read it, followed by a seize of the machine as its processors grind to a halt.
maybe slapping her hands into the keyboard isn't a good way to solve problems, but it makes her feel better.
or it does until the webcam on her laptop flickers to life, illuminating her to the other end through some stupid setting she hadn't meant to select. well, steve, if you wanted to know who was on the other end... it's clearly an intern, judging by the messy bun and ugly swag sweater. ]
Oh, fuck.