Agent 13

Don't cross me, don't hurt my friends, and don't you dare touch my Aunt. If you need my help, ask. I've been told I'm pretty damn handy with a gun. 

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To All of My Lovelies,

As some of you have noticed, I’ve chosen to leave Fallen Heroes of my own volition to pursue my promising life of crime take care of personal matters that have arisen in my life. There is every possibility I may be back, but that may not be for quite some time. 

This message is to thank each and every one of you, new and old, who have all not only welcomed me into your writing lives, but filled my days with delight, feels, and wonderful memories I will take with me wherever I go. Thank you to the friends I’ve made along the way- you are all incredible people with more talents and abilities than I think you know about. And to those I never really talked to, I want you to know that I respect you all immensely, that I hope you find friends here just as I have, and that you have fun with writing whichever characters you call yours. 

Life is all about kicking ass and taking names, you guys. So kick ass every day, and do something that makes you happy. You all deserve such a life. 

With love to each and every one of you, 

Sharon Carter, Leopold Fitz, Ayrika Johnson

[sharoncarxter]

Sharon Carter Appreciation Month: Day 17

x.

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Cause a Little Trouble

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fallengrant 

No, I just think insane is a word people are too quick to give out these days. They’re afraid, and it’s the only way to label that fear. If that thing’s me… Well, yeah, I suppose it is an upgrade. 

Oh trust me, I’ve been sure that you’ve been insane for a long time, Grant. The evidence had been piling up for so long, it just seemed like the right time to say it. 

Now that the small talk is dead, what the hell are you up to?

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An Asgardian Accident // Aksel &???

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aksel-aslaugson 

There was something about this woman that struck him different from most of the people he’s met in New York thus far. Something quizzical or even perhaps trained. Sure it seemed like she just wanted to get to know the big guy in shiny armor armor but part of him couldn’t keep from thinking that this coffee break was partially for her own interests. 

Despite his thoughts he decided to answer her questions, after all there were no immediate signs of trouble for answering this woman’s questions, aside from getting noticed that is. Although getting noticed was something he had expected as an eventuality once he really started intervening in crimes and wrong doings publicly. 

“I appreciate it.” Aksel said with a smirk before following her, his arms swayed in broadly now rather than being tightly folded over his chest. He followed at her side keeping about a foot between the two. “You are a curious one, aren’t you?” He responded with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been here nearly as long us the others of my kind and New York just as long. Although I requested reassignment here a tad bit later than the others, for personal reasons.” He added choosing to stay away from his failures in Asgard.

He couldn’t help but smirk at her compliment towards her armor, although it wasn’t terribly different from the others of Asgard he still took much pride in wearing it, he felt as if it partially defined who he was and was raised to be. Opening the door for the two he responded “Why thank y-” he trailed off as the smell of Coffee hit his senses. “What in the nine realms is that aroma?” He said feeling enticed y the unfamiliar scent.

“My great aunt encouraged curiosity. She told me that if I stopped asking questions, I may as well sew my lips together.” Carter laughed, noting the habits of the man to her right. The distance was obviously a personal choice, though it wasn’t as far as she was used to from a man who knew nothing about Carter. It was odd, yet comforting at the same time. There seemed to be a semblance of trust there.

His response perked Sharon’s ears up and dragged her away from noting his physical gestures. What could his personal reasons have been that brought him here? Were they good, or harmful? Was he a threat she would need to be wary of?

Before she could put much more thought into it, they were stepping into Esther’s. “That, my dear Asgardian friend, is coffee. It’s essentially the life-blood of humanity, if you want to think of it that way. And Esther, the greatest woman in the world, makes the greatest coffee.” She smiled kindly to the older woman, quickly turning to Aksel before they could step much further in. 

“You should know, Esther’s married. No flirting, no flexing, no nothing. She’s a maneater, I realize. But please try to keep the shiny armor on your body.” She raised her brows, staring him down for a few more moments before walking up to place their orders. 

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secretarydeavocados 

Along with Sharon Carter: True lover of cats. Think our deaths will start some sort of weird anti-Internet movement?

Weirder things have happened. Though I feel like more people would mourn your day and try to inspire change than mine would. Not many people really know me.

[sharoncarxter]

Sharon Carter Appreciation Month: Day 22

(insp.)

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And it doesn’t need fixing. 

[godricslumos]

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we are i am not your toys, we are i am much more than that (insp)

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An Asgardian Accident // Aksel &???

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aksel-aslaugson 

Needless to say the woman’s profanity had surprised him, made him feel as if he wasn’t in the wrong like he had so inherently assumed; quite relieving. He was tempted to stop the woman, although the driver did the same to him; as the Midgardians say “What goes around comes around” or something along those lines.

His posture was still mildly defensive as the stranger approached. He couldn’t help but smirk ever so slightly when she asked if he was okay before he responded with a slight chuckle “I suppose I’ll live.” All he had to show from the incident was a mild sensation of butt hurt and dusty fingers. 

When she asked him to get coffee he was a bit surprised, unintentionally raising his brows in response. “Coffee. I cannot say I have had it, but I suppose I’d try it. If you wouldn’t mind leading the way, of course.” he responded with a slight smile.  

Although he may not have shown it he was rather excited to try the drink. He had heard the rumors of just how much Thor enjoyed the drink; he made it sound better than anything else in the nine realms.

It was obvious the man suffered little from stopping the cab. If anything, the worst that could have happened was the cabbie’s cigarette butt flying out and hitting him. Yet he looked unmarked and calm, a positive when dealing with Asgardians. 

Carter cocked her head and nodded to his request. “Sure, I can lead us there. Like I said, just around the corner.” She smiled, gesturing for him to follow as she began to walk and talk. “How long have you been here?” If a portal had opened, surely SHIELD would have already registered it and sent a team to welcome the visitor. The fact that he looked Asgardian was just another reason the team would have rushed. 

Either he came with Thor and everyone else, or he snuck in. Not necessarily a pleasing prospect when trying to protect the world from alien invasions, but she could find a way to be ok with it if he proved to be helpful. 

“And how long have you been in New York? Social media has yet to really light up with your picture quite yet.” She laughed, rounding the corner with him and moving along until she got to Esther’s. “You seem like the type of guy whose picture would be everywhere. Though I gotta admit, love the armor. The details are by far my favorite thing.”

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Are you listening to music right now?

Whenever I work out, I tend to plug into something. Since I’m at the punching bag right now, I’m listening to Fireball by Pitbull. As much as the lyrics annoy me, the beat is perfect for footwork and punching rhythm. 

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secretarydeavocados 

Embarrassingly enough, Buzzfeed. Buzzfeed more often than not. I mean, who can resist the 25 toys of the 90′s we’ve all forgotten? Followed by the 25 shows of the 90′s we’ve all forgotten - but not really. Followed then by the not so meticulously placed link to the countdown of 25 celebrity plastic surgery nightmares. It never stops. I’d tell everyone, but I’m afraid I’ll be right there beside you.

Well at least our epitaphs will be interesting. ‘Died from Internet Exposure: Karen was a True 90s Girl All Along’ I’ll send flowers if I’m not already dead.

[sharoncarxter]

Sharon Carter Appreciation Month: Day 26

be your own worst enemy

don’t give them the satisfaction

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secretarydeavocados 

There’s something to be said about the pits of social media; it’s a long fall and tough to get out of. — I’m sure there’s a plausible excuse for falling behind on paper work in that statement somewhere.

Where did it trip you up? Cat videos? I got ruined at the newest facebook things. People take videos of them making stupidly delicious bakes. I’ve gone into Hell. Do me a favor and tell everyone that I love them, please. I may die on my laptop.

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An Asgardian Accident // Aksel &???

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aksel-aslaugson 

Trying to blend in while being a giant Asgardian proved to be quite the challenge. All he had wanted to do was try to find something to eat and he couldn’t go even one minute without catching someone starring at him. Perhaps the gold and bronze armor was a bad choice to wear while wandering the streets of New York, but he didn’t have much else to wear. Perhaps he would be more inconspicuous walking the streets naked than in his wardrobe. 

He couldn’t decipher the context of all these stares. Were they scarred, enamored, curious confused, or some sort of unnecessary combination of all of them. Surely they didn’t think he was saving his weapons for them, did they? He had even smiled at a mother and son, which simply resulted in the mother dragging her son away, quickly. 

In his distraction he caught himself in the middle of a cross walk when a taxi slammed on their breaks to avoid hitting him. The taxi was going far to fast so he had no choice but to turn around and grab the hood of the car to keep it from hitting him. “Are you okay?!” He shouted with a concern look on his face running to the drivers side of the vehicle only to be greeted with profanity and a rather odd choice of a finger. With a sigh he made his way to the other side of the road, slightly red in the cheeks.

Carter puffed out a breath, crossing when all others did as well. She heard the snickers around her as people looked back over their shoulder before speeding up their pace, or laughing at some comment. With a furrowed brow, Sharon slowed down, trying to understand what it was that had everyone in such a mood. Before she could look behind her, she felt someone’s presence behind her. 

Just as she was turning, she heard the car come up beside them both, the man only just stopping it in time. As she looked beside her to the driver, she felt her body move on impulse. She slammed a hand against the hood of the car, profanities of her own spilling out while the man seemed to be apologizing for his stopping of the car. And that was when she realized what had happened. 

He stopped the car. Her face suddenly going blank, Carter followed the man to the other side of the street, quickly putting her hand out to stop him with. “Can you do me a favor and grab some coffee with me?” Her eyes quickly dipped down to his armor, realizing that that must have been the reason for everyone else’s staring. “There’s a place just around the corner.”

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solvexmaria 

What do I have to do to get a goddamn granola bar that doesn’t involve coconut? First it was coconut water, then coconut oil, then some kind of hellforsaken coconut milk Starbucks latte and now granola bars? This shit has to stop.

Damn, Maria. If you wanted something normal, you need to know who to talk to. I can grab you a normal coffee anytime. Go to Fitz for the food though. That kid’s like a damn chipmunk with the way he hoards food.