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shieldretired · 10 months
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                            "YOUR GRANDFATHER SOUNDS LIKE AN EXCELLENT MAN," Steve feels the need to point out. Anyone who doesn't pay the full price for anything is an excellent person, in his opinion. (Everyone, Steve included, should be grateful he hasn't found out about couponing yet; his heart shaped by the Great Depression would absolutely love it, and his bathroom cabinet would end up with 300 instead of 3 packages of toothbrushes.) 
                            "And I'm not very fond of online shopping. I want to touch the stuff I'm getting. Maybe it's an old person thing, but it does come in handy when you wanna buy things like wool for your knitting circle." Everyone makes fun of his age all the time –– Steve is now trying to make fun of it himself in hopes that it will get boring for everyone else. "I don't... have rules? I mean, make yourself at home, and if you need anything, just holler?" He looks bewildered. "I don't have to actually tell you to... not snoop through my underwear, right?"
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EVEN IN HER REGULAR human form, Janet flitted, as much as she could, in the control room with Hill. The Avengers latest battle against AIM had not gone well for Jan, putting her on the sidelines for the for seeable future. If only she could heal! Then she could get back into the fight. But Hank would have a fit and well, the Wasp was a tad nervous about going back out there. The wounds she sustained, the anger in the AIM's operative face, it gave her nightmares. And made her shudder.
"How're they doing, Maria?" the woman called softly as she came to sit in a chair. It squeaked under her slight weight but Janet was too nervous to notice. The monitors didn't paint a favorable picture. @knowseverythingaboutyou gets a starter from janet!
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lindscys · 1 year
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬   →   accepting.
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@knowseverythingaboutyou​ : ❛  i was trying to make a point about how it’s important to whack your own spiders!  ❜
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erin shook her head at the other, hand still armed with a shoe ready to pounce on said insect should it make another reappearance. “and all that happened was you lost the thing!” she argued back, stepping onto the chair behind her if she wasn’t already much bigger in size. “next time, i’m just going to move out. it’s easier and far less traumatic than facing this thing myself.”
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maggicktouched · 1 year
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@knowseverythingaboutyou​ from here because Beck thinks she funny.
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“Aww you like me.” The witch teased in a sickeningly sweet voice. Her mind deliberately made the decision to erase “kind of” from her words entirely. A soft chuckle shook her chest, and she tapped the end of the cigarette she was smoking to discard the ash. “Before you know it we’ll be finishing each other’s sentences, braiding each other’s hair, and making each other’s felonies disappear.”
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affcgato-archived · 1 year
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Maria’s ashamed to admit how easy it was to ignore the bite on her side. until it wasn’t. there are a lot of things that she hates about being at the Capitol, and having to deal with senators is just one of them.
having to rescue them, on the other hand, well. that’s valuable capital and favours that Maria doesn’t want to give up, even if the day to day really does drive her crazy. it’s less surprising than it should be that Organa is the senator who grabs her when she nearly goes down. she’s heard stories about Bail and Breha and it’s not a shock their daughter takes after them.
“hey, no—” she’s been trained to never let anyone take her weapon, and giving it up to someone who’s not trained in the face of... chompy monsters makes Maria’s head hurt. worse than the actual injury she’s got, but between the two of them she doesn’t really have the wherewithal to take it back. god, she hopes Leia won’t shoot her by accident.
“ah, fuck.” sitting down is worse than walking, and Maria hisses when Leia tries to get a look at it. “I’ll be fine. just — go check in the bottom desk drawer.” she’s been badgering the staff to leave the first aid kits in the same place in every office in case of an emergency like this. hopefully they actually listened to her. “of course a politician would be the one to hurt me.” a bit of an exaggeration, but if she hadn’t pulled Mr. Oregon out of the way, he’d have been the one with the wound on his side.
“I’ll take care of checking it out, you watch the door.”
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her parents & the community that had raised & ultimately shaped her might be pacifists, but she remembers the wise words Mon Mothma had once spoken in that ultimately, there came a point in which refusing to stop violence could no longer be called non-violence. at some point, it only made one a bystander in the carnage & she supposes that days like today are the sorts of times the older senator had been thinking of.
maybe she's just fishing for justifications as to why the gun had found its way into her hands & she didn't quite feel like giving it back just yet. time would tell.
she does as she's told, though - getting to her feet quickly & rifling through the drawer until she found exactly what she was looking for. the kit was even fully stocked, which felt like a miracle given no one could have possibly considered they'd have to crack it open for something like this. ' you've clearly never sat in on one of our more spirited votes if this surprises you, ' the brunette offers with a small smirk, turning the kit over with a flourish.
' the only way they're getting through that door is if they brought a battering ram. ' or explosives - she's not naive enough to think it couldn't happen, but there haven't been any tell-tale indicators those have made it into play so she feels relatively confidant about the odds of her statement holding for the time being. ' how bad is it? ' Leia isn't wholly sure if she means the wound, or the scene outside, but either answer would help her plan out the next few steps.
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lostsouldier · 1 year
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@knowseverythingaboutyou : “ i thought you only had eyes for me ”
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' I had eyes before I met you, ' Bucky says effortlessly, finally tearing his gaze away the locker labelled Romanoff stacked with a collection of weapons that Bucky hasn't seen before in SHIELD storage. It had to be special order, or made to order. The Romanoff name was a thing of legend around these halls, after all. She probably got dibs on whatever latest tech was available to the highest level agents.
' Who do I have to bang to get my hands on tech like that ? ' he says forlornly, dejectedly picking up his own standard issue AK-47. Don't get him wrong, having weapons, even standard ones, was much better than sourcing, financing, and collecting his own as he had done for years before SHIELD. But god, the modifications on the ones in Romanoff's locker made his mouth water. One could not blame Maria for bristling over the absolutely sinful way he was staring at it.
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starsinshadows · 1 year
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@knowseverythingaboutyou​ pushed that button...
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     “I heard you were back in town,” he told the woman when he came upstairs and found her sat at the dining table, looking at home the way only a select few people did in Wayne Manor’s gothic atmosphere. She was a friend of Alfred’s, an old protégé, from what Bruce knew of the rather secretive relationship, and it wasn’t the first time she’d come by, but it was the first since he’d started his project that happened along. If she’d been in Gotham in the past two years, it had been a visit outside of the manor. It made him wonder where Alfred had disappeared to, and if he should do the same. “Alfred knows you’re here?”
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withoutawar · 1 year
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@knowseverythingaboutyou   -   42. spot!fy wrapped 
Afterglow - Bisken  Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears
      He hadn’t not seen it coming, but true to his nature, he’d optimistic that this was just another one of those things that they’d overcome. Their relationship has been rife with arguments . . . but for Steve, most relationships are. Whether they’re professional or personal, he’s gone his whole life going against the grain. Questioning people. Asking for more. Asking for better. Demanding it of people. Maria had to have known that when she go together with him. And they’d done their best to keep their working lives separate to their personal, and for a while it had worked. The only arguments they really ever had were to do with decisions made at work, anyway . . . but they’d been kidding themselves thinking that work for people like them could be compared to a regular day job. That it could ever truly be separated from their personal lives. They were one and the same. 
      ‘ Did you expect me to take this quietly ? ’ He’s standing up, defensive all over, despite projecting his usual stance of confidence. A hand on his hip, the other fiddling with an ornament on the mantle they’d picked up at a flea market, a copper dragonfly riding a bicycle with a fruit basket attached to the front that Steve had fallen in love with once he saw it. ‘ I know things are difficult right now, but we’re going to get through it. We always do . . . don’t we ? ’
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thebabysittertm · 8 months
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“I know that’s what happened, I’m just saying that power outages were all that happened afterwards. No bodies being found, no one going missing, no National Guard redirection or suspicious bank transfers from a branch of the government to anyone in Hawkins. It could have been a blip, or a mini-time loop, or one of your friends trying to reach out to their family the way that your friend Will did before everyone got snatched.” She shrugged. Taxes were always the way to find out where someone was or what they were doing — the reason for the paycheque might be fudged, but it would still be issued. Catching Capone on taxes had made a lot of organizations change the way they paid their people off the books.
No one liked going through accounts more than Congress and the IRS.
“Okay.” Maria eyed Steve thoughtfully but didn’t say anything else. She could assume the thought process behind his refusal — what if the people he knew were dead? What if they weren’t? Forty years was a long time to be gone. It was a lifetime, and everyone would have to deal with that. Maria could understand why Steve didn’t want to deal with it just yet, if ever. For some of them, if they were still alive, it might be kinder to let them think that Steve had, in fact, died when he disappeared in the eighties.
“Well, if you ever change your mind, road trips are kind of my jam.” Trying to get a SHIELD jet for that without explaining why she needed it wasn’t worth the effort, honestly, and commercial flights were — well, terrible. “Indiana Pacers still haven’t won an NBA Championship, but hope springs eternal. Trust me, I’m a Cubs fan.”
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ㅤHis jaw may have snapped shut, but it was a lot harder to close off his entire expression as she explained all of the things that hadn't happened along with the power outages, and given the possible causes for it. He squinted a little, distrustful but watching her closely like he expected a lie to suddenly appear, bold as day, or like something she said would just make everything make sense in on neat little moment. Obviously neither of those things were going to happen, or did, because that wasn't how the world worked and just because Steve had some trust issues with agencies didn't mean it was all just going to fall into his lap like that.
ㅤMaybe there wasn't actually anything funky going on there, anyway. Maybe SHIELD wasn't lying and neither was Maria. It was possible, and given how they'd been set up with the apartment building and identities and all, SHIELD was looking okay. SHIELD, and Maria Hill once she'd arrived on scene, had 'saved his life' from his first death back in the real world (which had really only been a short reprieve before the first of the monsters came), and though that initial few weeks had been terrifying and confusing in its own ways, the agency had been absolutely invaluable in giving them lives back. He just wished he could stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.
ㅤThe problem with no new strangeness in Hawkins was that he and his friends were the only remaining link to the scary shit, and Steve still had a very strong link to the whole thing. Robin had flat out asked him if they were trying to talk him into being some kind of guinea pig or do anything weird, and he'd obviously said no, but once the thought was in his head, it was hard to get rid of it.
ㅤ"Okay, if you say that's all that happened, I guess. I just don't get why it'd be a constant thing for a few years and then just stop," he told her, clearly annoyed, but he knew as well as everyone else that he wasn't the scientist or the genius in the group. He missed the kids, which made him close his eyes and rub at his face, thoughts of them in their, what, 50s? "Yeah, I don't think I could really deal with seeing kids I drove to their first school dance in their 50s. That's older than my parents were."
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gcroinya · 2 years
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@knowseverythingaboutyou​ said:  “ we really need a better excuse to see each other ”  ╱╱  RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS 2.0 ╱╱ accepting    
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CURLED  UPPER  LIP  QUIVERS  WITH  A  LITTLE  TEASE  OF  A  GRIN.  but she’s better off keeping her jaw clenched for at least as long as it takes for maria to finally clean the wound. natasha wonders whether it would go faster if it wasn’t for all those priceless quips and tasteful jokes. fine, she’s being just a touch bitter, but... who would be brave enough to blame her for it.
knuckles a ghostly shade of pale, but it’s more of a muscle memory than pain that fuels her. she feels as if she NEEDS to feel it, needs to act accordingly whenever it stings or it cuts, or it burns. but in truth? there’s nothing one couldn’t get used to if subjected to it for as long as she has. maybe one day the widow will ask if maria feels the same way ; but this is hardly a slumber party and there are no secrets to spill.
❝ better? yes. but you have to admit that this will remain quite a constant excuse. ❞     secrets is not the only thing that there are no shortages for.     ❝ how else would you see me squirm. ❞
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storyofwhoiam · 10 months
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Donna chuckled at Maria's response, finding it endearing even if she tried to disguise that fact at least a little. She knew really though that Maria's presence alone was probably enough to pull her attention. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting from the other woman, but she was pretty sure that astronauts wasn't it. Donna doesn't refrain from an eyeroll at the comment about breaking into the White House.
"Don't worry," she grins at Maria's comment about how long they might be there, "I've not got too much more to do; Rome can wait for another day." She smiles, though her interest is clearly piqued by Maria's current book. "You should speak to Toby," she suggested, "his brother works for NASA." The Communications Direction himself might not have widely advertised his personal life, but Donna couldn't see him being bothered by Maria asking about it.
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shieldretired · 7 months
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                             STEVE PUFFS UP. "Maria, I don't want you nor need you to run background checks on guys I want to date," he tells her seriously. "I need to make my own experiences. If they're awful, well, then I'll find out sooner rather than later. And if they're nice, they don't need you to snoop through their financial records or browser history. Every guy is entitled to watch his porn in private without being judged for it." Besides, Steve is Captain America — he can take care of himself should one of the dudes decide to, like, stab him or something. And stuff like poison won't work, anyway. Whatever, he visibly perks up when Maria mentions the university course his charity date took during his college days. "Oh, that's great, we can talk about the latest exhibit at the MoMA. Wolfgang Tillman's to look without fear was spectacular; I had goosebumps the entire time I've been there."
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Trick or Treat! Day 15: An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants...
Even Eddie had to admit, for all the rumors about the place? It sure as fuck was cute. Sturdy and well-maintained, half hidden behind hedge and gate alike, it didn’t feel like a place of anything other than perhaps some tender loving care which, if you asked him, perhaps did amount to some kind of magic. No matter what one called it though, it was cozy, and comfortable. Not unlike their trailer, steeped with mementos of places and times. And not unlike Billy’s shop either; new as it was, it smelled like all the others. Good memories over oil and grease perhaps lending itself to settling in quickly, but nothing Eddie felt he could fault himself for.
Fingers tapping along the arch of the gate, however, he felt that same sense of ease that he did when he stepped into Billy’s workspace after hours. Warmth settling along his spine as his eyes swept over the gardens.
It was hard to find anyone through the overgrowth. Flowers and vines and what nots all over the place. Eddie’s fingers traveling along the smooth, painted wood, stepping over a particularly odd looking vine, and bandaged palm settling on a slat as Eddie dared to lean in just a bit; for a better look he told himself. Even if he had already more than noticed the odd crew going in and out from the apothecary off main street.
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“Was told I’d find someone who could maybe help me out,” he said slowly, cheerfully. Wiggling the bandaged palm of his hand, pointing with his other hand at the gauze there. “Didn’t know I’d be talking to the head honcho herself about something to help with an accidental case of stupidity. Don’t suppose you’ve got a permanent cure?”
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invncibleiron · 1 year
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"Well, I did promise you a vacation.” Though this wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined it when he’d told her to ‘take time off.’ Tony threw a duffle down onto the floor of the cruise suite. Money had its perks--and in this case, the perk was that they Honey Moon Suite on the boat was almost as big as it would have been at a normal hotel. Money, however, couldn’t buy them a good alibi if they failed to play along with their own lie, so Tony had been able to buy them a room--under a credit card connected to false ID based on his Malaysian first name and Mother’s maiden name--but not two rooms if they were going to pass off being an innocent, perfectly normal couple on vacation. 
Which meant Tony would be sleeping on the floor. 
The true story of why they were there was a tad more complicated. “JARVIS, you with me buddy? What did you get on our friendly tourists?” He tapped his ear piece and then watched as the newest data filtered onto the HUD screen of his sunglasses. They’d gotten intel that a Hydra black market sale would be going down on this cruise of South East Asia. When Tony had run a few more scans on the proposed object in question--the Serpent Crown of unknown origin but very known ancient power--they’d found it was similar to the crown Doom had used to control the Midgard Serpent several months back, a fight that had taken all the Avengers together--and a lot of careful scheming--to win.
Wagering that whoever wanted the thing wasn’t just looking to accessorize, Tony and Maria had come to intervene in the sale. They had hoped to intercept the artifact before it took to the high seas--but things hadn’t exactly worked out that way. They had gotten the artifact, but they still had no idea who Hydra was planning to sell it to. Which was how they came to be here: dropping their stuff into their room before the ships’ “activities” started. Tony pulled the green, serpent ordained crown from the lining of his jacket, holding it up to the light, and then considered the map of the ship’s festivities in his other hand. “What do you know, the conga line starts at six.” 
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shcftingpieces · 1 year
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Mystery Prompt Day 11 from the tea room server Prompt: It’s the first night of a brand new art exhibit, and the museum is throwing a gala to show off their new centerpiece — a ten inch sculpture encrusted with gems worth a staggering twenty million dollars. Security is top notch, but shortly after the appetizers start circulating, the lights go out for seventeen seconds. When they come back on, the statue is missing. @knowseverythingaboutyou​
Maria had suggested a dress for the gala, something befitting the wife of Remington Drake. Blair had of course shown up in something entirely different, navy blazer and loose blouse underneath that dipped low enough to distract if it shifted a certain way. Because when had Blair ever gone along with what Maria wanted. Half the fun was seeing the flash of frustration that Blair had come to know and fully enjoy. Perhaps on days when she was being overly honest, which weren’t many for the con woman, she’d admit to being attracted to the look as well. “I had told you you really should have come in the limo with me,” Blair said breezily, taking a sip of champagne. “Oh don’t worry it’s not coming out of the agency budget. I casually complained to Finnegan about ours being serviced and having to settle for something smaller for the gala and he graciously volunteered his for the night.” Blair looked particularly smug at the deft way she had guided the older gentleman who had become a regular client of theirs into offering up the transportation for the evening. She was waiting for Maria’s reply when the light’s cut out. Subconsciously she pressed in closer to Maria, not wanting to lose her in the dark, already on high alert. Blackouts didn’t just happen at events like this. “Something’s going on,” she mumbled like Maria didn’t already know that. 
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It was barely restrained pandemonium when the lights came back on. A high-pitched scream above the concerned rumblings of a crowd not used to any inconvenience. The literal gem of the evening was gone - no sculpture to be found on the empty display in the middle of the room. The benefactor and museum curators were already in a tizzy when Blair decided to step in. “No cause of alarm,” she announced smoothly, sliding in to the area by deftly sidestepping security in a way only possible because she was a woman and not recognized as a threat. “The Drake agency will get to the bottom of this. My husband is currently elsewhere with pressing business, but I am certain he would offer his support and his ever competent associate Maria Hill is here to handle any investigation.” Blair gestured to Maria with a pleased expression so she could step in and do what she did best the actual investigative work. 
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overclocks · 1 year
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So here he stands, at the stove in the communal Avengers kitchen, coming off an all-nighter that's left his eyes feeling dry and gritty, sporting a new burn along the side of his left index finger from the soldering iron he'd been using, pushing a half done sandwich around in the pan to keep it from sticking and burning.  Were he more opportunistic and a less considerate individual, there's been some tempting pizza leftovers without a name, but on further reflection - considering he knows neither the age nor the provenance of said leftovers - he's decided against swiping them, instead using this time before he crashes to do the responsible thing, make his own food.
"Morning, Hill.  I see you’ve decided to get started with the thumb screws bright and early."  He doesn't even look up from the pan, instead flipping the sandwich.  "Official Avengers office hours start at nine, so if you wanna wait out in the hallway-"
He gestures with the spatula.  That’ll give him enough time to scamper away with his sandwich, eat it, and crash before he becomes the focus of What Shield Thinks The Avengers Have Done Wrong Now.
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