This came about from several things. One of them being me continuously referring to Michael as Mister Reed even though he has stated that he does not like to be called that. Me being the over thinker that I am had figure out WHY I kept doing that. The answer is that I think it sounds suave, suave like Mister Bond from James Bond. And with that I realized that Michael is really a secret agent man and the robo band is just a cover(if this happens to be true I apologize for blowing your cover, hopefully the bad guys aren’t looking for you on tumblr). I figured he and the rest of the band all work for some agency that specializes in musical weaponry and combating the evil of terrible or misguided(great music used for wrong) music from trying to take over the world. So yeah, Mister Michael Reed, codename Banjo Man, protector of babbies and all things beautiful, musical, and magical.
You know, when I see random thoughts people write, like, “I really need someone to draw Clint and Coulson just chilling with lattes…” - I just can’t stop myself, okay?)) I’m not sure that the exact wish of the wisher was… like this. But it’s late night in my place, and I’ve just had a blissful hour of sketch painting, and there’s hot cocoa waiting for me and a bunch of jazz songs are on my playlist…
So. I imagined S.H.I.E.L.D. being a common huge office. With that clumsy lonely sofa in a room that no visitor is allowed to see. Maybe it’s night in that office - yes, a night after a long and extremely tough working day. There are reports yet to be written and other stuff to be fixed. But for now - agents are allowed to have a sip of coffee. Maybe not the best one, but the one they need NOW.
And - yeah; if I were them, I would have a radio murmuring something eternally awesome, like this ;}