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Someone’s Watching
Ethan rolled his eyes at her teasing but allowed himself to smile at it all the same. It was refreshing to talk normally with someone outside the agency for once. “Hey, at least let me buy you dinner after trying to trick you,” he offered her. “It’s the least I can do. I’ll even let you pick the place so you know I’m not up to anything nefarious.” He sent his most charming and roguish grin toward her.
Peter Parker in Avengers: Infinity War
Amelia opened her eyes and sat up too quickly, nausea and blurry vision hitting her quickly. There was debris everywhere and people screaming, her heart beating heavy in her chest. "Ethan?" she asked, voice coming out raw. She stood and limped her way through the streets. She had to find him, had to make sure he was safe. "Ethan!" her voice came out louder. There were casualties from the explosion and she prayed he wasn't one. -agentstarsandstripes
Ethan couldn’t help the groan that came from him as his eyes fluttered open. He couldn’t focus properly and something was buzzing annoyingly in his ear. He could hardly think around the sound. He tried to lift a hand to swat at whatever bug, but found that his arm was much heavier than he remembered.
He closed his eyes again and struggled to focus. Come on Lynch, think. What’s happening. He fought through blurry memories, trying to understand how he’d fallen asleep in so much pain.
Walking, Amelia, explosion.
“MELIA!” His eyes opened suddenly as he name broke free from his lips. Where was she? He tried to push himself up, but something was pinning him.
{ + @agentstarsandstripes }
Ethan’s heart fluttered to life at her compliments, but in his typical fashion said nothing and changed the subject. “Hey now, don’t i get a say in my son’s name?” he asked with laughter coating his voice.
Someone’s Watching
Ethan offered her one of his typically charming smiles when she laughed. He could tell that she had made him, and was trying to pretend - as he was- that she didn’t understand what was going on or what he was here for. His job had just gotten much more difficult.
“Sure could have,” he said easily, betraying none of his annoyance. “Have a nice day, ma’am.”
“So kind… you as well.” She began to walk away but then stopped herself, Skylark couldn’t help but smile at the man, after all they both knew at this point.
She decided to break the awkward tension and call him out, “are we going to keep pretending that you haven’t been waiting outside my work for my entire shift? Which I do have to say was impressive, most of you just give up.” She grinned at him and gave him a playful wink
Ethan shook his head slightly at her words, let out a quiet chuckle under his breath, and offered her one of his sheepish smiles. He lifted his hands in a shrug. “Well most of you,” he said, referring to his marks, “don’t ever notice. What gave me away?”
Amelia opened her eyes and sat up too quickly, nausea and blurry vision hitting her quickly. There was debris everywhere and people screaming, her heart beating heavy in her chest. "Ethan?" she asked, voice coming out raw. She stood and limped her way through the streets. She had to find him, had to make sure he was safe. "Ethan!" her voice came out louder. There were casualties from the explosion and she prayed he wasn't one. -agentstarsandstripes
Ethan couldn’t help the groan that came from him as his eyes fluttered open. He couldn’t focus properly and something was buzzing annoyingly in his ear. He could hardly think around the sound. He tried to lift a hand to swat at whatever bug, but found that his arm was much heavier than he remembered.
He closed his eyes again and struggled to focus. Come on Lynch, think. What’s happening. He fought through blurry memories, trying to understand how he’d fallen asleep in so much pain.
Walking, Amelia, explosion.
“MELIA!” His eyes opened suddenly as he name broke free from his lips. Where was she? He tried to push himself up, but something was pinning him.
{ + @agentstarsandstripes }
“I’m on board for you, both of you now,” he said with conviction. “As long as it takes, wherever it takes me.” He sat up as much as he could around his stomach injury. He loved this woman so much, and it didn’t matter how long he would have to wait for her. “And besides, I’ll take some time to heal as well.”
“Close your eyes, ‘melia, get some rest.”
“Goats would be fun, and we can have chickens as well. We’ll grow vegetables and we can have fruit trees as well, like I used to as a kid.” He started to talk about the life they’d build together, away from invading eyes.
Amelia smiled sleepily after being settled in, eyes falling shut. “I took Nana to an orchard. She was sick and in a wheel chair, starting to forget more and more but she smiled at me before we parted ways. She called me Amy and hugged me tight. That was the last time she seemed to recognize me.”
Her eyes opened and she looked at him, “Nana Carter would have liked you.”
Ethan had settled his head back against the pillows, listening to her story with one ear and imagining the life that they would build together on a sleepy little farm, away from prying eyes. Maybe he’d build a tree-house on the property and a dog house outside the back door. He could coach football at a local high school or work in the sheriff’s department.
He turned his head to look at her. “Yeah? Why do you think so?”
Amelia opened her eyes and sat up too quickly, nausea and blurry vision hitting her quickly. There was debris everywhere and people screaming, her heart beating heavy in her chest. "Ethan?" she asked, voice coming out raw. She stood and limped her way through the streets. She had to find him, had to make sure he was safe. "Ethan!" her voice came out louder. There were casualties from the explosion and she prayed he wasn't one. -agentstarsandstripes
Ethan couldn’t help the groan that came from him as his eyes fluttered open. He couldn’t focus properly and something was buzzing annoyingly in his ear. He could hardly think around the sound. He tried to lift a hand to swat at whatever bug, but found that his arm was much heavier than he remembered.
He closed his eyes again and struggled to focus. Come on Lynch, think. What’s happening. He fought through blurry memories, trying to understand how he’d fallen asleep in so much pain.
Walking, Amelia, explosion.
“MELIA!” His eyes opened suddenly as he name broke free from his lips. Where was she? He tried to push himself up, but something was pinning him.
{ + @agentstarsandstripes }
“I’m on board for you, both of you now,” he said with conviction. “As long as it takes, wherever it takes me.” He sat up as much as he could around his stomach injury. He loved this woman so much, and it didn’t matter how long he would have to wait for her. “And besides, I’ll take some time to heal as well.”
“Close your eyes, ‘melia, get some rest.”
“Goats would be fun, and we can have chickens as well. We’ll grow vegetables and we can have fruit trees as well, like I used to as a kid.” He started to talk about the life they’d build together, away from invading eyes.
“May I have this dance?”
@ex-agentethan
The kids were asleep. All of them, at the same time. It was a rare evening, with both of them home, and with the house so quiet. She had originally planned to have a glass of wine and catch up on some reading, but then Ethan started playing the song they had danced to at their wedding on his phone, extending his hand to her.
A laugh escaped her lips, and without hesitation, took her husband’s hand. “Of course you may.”
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“Certainly not,” he said with a grin that made him look 26 again. “I don’t think anyone was prepared for the two of us.”
Charlotte laughed softly, lifting her chin to kiss him on the lips. God, how had she gotten so lucky meeting him? Sure, it hadn’t been on the best of circumstances, but they had moved past that so quickly, it was almost like it had never happened.
“No, I don’t think anybody was. And I’m completely okay with that.”
Ethan met her kiss and then leaned his forehead on hers. They’d stopped dancing by now and were just swaying lightly. out of sync with the music.
“Me too,” he smiled and pushed a kiss into the crown of her head.
“Your majesty, the King told me not to allow you to go out today,”
@ex-agentethan
“This is about me going too far from the rest of the hunting party last week, isn’t it?” Charlotte asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave the young guard a look. Of course her father would want to punish her for being so careless in his eyes, when she only wanted to explore. She hadn’t gone far, and hadn’t planned on going very far at all, and yet he still acted like she had been lost for days.
“I only wish to walk through the gardens,” Charlotte said, gesturing down the hall. “That can’t be so bad, can it? What if you went with me?”
ex-agentethan:
Ethan grinned to hear her laugh, and loved the fact that he had brought about that laughter. He indulged himself for only a moment, imagining the pair of them running away to live in the forest, away from the castle and its rules and restrictions. “You’d rule your subjects with a fair and benevolent hand.”
Ethan shrugged at the thought of his home. “I suppose it would be interestin’ for a short time, but then the boredom sets in and nothing there ever changes.”
Charlotte’s smile grew, and she paused as they reached the door that led to the gardens. Wasn’t that what she was learning to do in the first place? Rule with a fair and benevolent hand? She wouldn’t be her father’s carbon copy, she would make sure of it. “And you will be there, won’t you? As my right hand man? I’m sure the deer will listen to you.”
Pushing the door open, Charlotte took a deep breath of the fresh air, then stepped outside. “Oh, I don’t think I’d get bored. I would want to explore, learn about everything that happened on your farm, like…like how do you harvest the wheat? How do you bake it into bread? Things I’m sure everyone else knows how to do, but…I don’t.”
“Of course, your highness,” Ethan said with an indulging smile. “I’ll stay by your side until you send me away.” Sometimes he surprised even himself with the amount of double meaning that he managed to slip into his words to Charlotte. “Wherever it takes me.”
He smiled and shook his head at her pure curiosity and thirst for knowledge. As long as he’d known her, she’d wanted to know everything about any subject she could get her hands on. “I’ll tell you about it sometime, and then you don’t have to make the trip out to the countryside.”
Someone’s Watching
Ethan offered her one of his typically charming smiles when she laughed. He could tell that she had made him, and was trying to pretend - as he was- that she didn’t understand what was going on or what he was here for. His job had just gotten much more difficult.
“Sure could have,” he said easily, betraying none of his annoyance. “Have a nice day, ma’am.”
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“Your majesty, the King told me not to allow you to go out today,”
@ex-agentethan
“This is about me going too far from the rest of the hunting party last week, isn’t it?” Charlotte asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave the young guard a look. Of course her father would want to punish her for being so careless in his eyes, when she only wanted to explore. She hadn’t gone far, and hadn’t planned on going very far at all, and yet he still acted like she had been lost for days.
“I only wish to walk through the gardens,” Charlotte said, gesturing down the hall. “That can’t be so bad, can it? What if you went with me?”
ex-agentethan:
Ethan’s eyes flickered easily between Charlotte’s face, and the hallway behind her which she couldn’t see but was easily walking towards. How she did it in a skirt, he’d never know. “Charlotte of the House Finch, Queen of the trees,” he teased her with a sloppy grin.
“It was wide open, flat land as far as the eye could see,” he said waving his arm in a wide arc. “But it was unbelievable boring,” an overly-dramatic sigh passed his lips. “rows and rows and rows of grain and nothin’ to do but stare at it.” He shook his head ruefully. “You know how the other half lives, one room for the whole family, hot in the summer cold in the winter,” he shrugged. “Not much to say, really.”
Charlotte laughed, loud and clear, her eyes crinkling around the edges. How she would love to be Queen of the Trees instead of a simple princess almost always locked in the tower for the trouble she caused. At least she’d be outside all the time, instead of cooped up inside all the time. “I actually quite like that. Perhaps we can declare that one day, have our own little coronation ceremony. Instead of a crown I can wear a flower wreath.”
Pausing in her trek down the hallway, Charlotte listened to Ethan’s story intently. “I suppose both of our lives seem boring to us, but to the other, it’s the most interesting thing in the world,” she said. “I’ve never been out to the country, where they grow the wheat. I haven’t seen a one room house, either. It all sounds so interesting.”
Ethan grinned to hear her laugh, and loved the fact that he had brought about that laughter. He indulged himself for only a moment, imagining the pair of them running away to live in the forest, away from the castle and its rules and restrictions. “You’d rule your subjects with a fair and benevolent hand.”
Ethan shrugged at the thought of his home. “I suppose it would be interestin’ for a short time, but then the boredom sets in and nothing there ever changes.”
“May I have this dance?”
@ex-agentethan
The kids were asleep. All of them, at the same time. It was a rare evening, with both of them home, and with the house so quiet. She had originally planned to have a glass of wine and catch up on some reading, but then Ethan started playing the song they had danced to at their wedding on his phone, extending his hand to her.
A laugh escaped her lips, and without hesitation, took her husband’s hand. “Of course you may.”
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He smiled and spun them around in a slow circle as the song began to wind down. “We really were made for each other, hmm? The two of us, too much alike for our own good.
“Plus, I don’t think Aiden wold ever speak to me again,” he said fondly.
“It would seem like we were,” Charlotte agreed. “Honestly, what was the Universe thinking, creating the two of us together like it did? Did it not know how much trouble it was causing?”
She chuckled, and shook her head. “Nah, I don’t think Aiden would hold a grudge for that long. Alice might, but A’s too sweet for that. He’d definitely give you a piece of his mind, though.”
“Certainly not,” he said with a grin that made him look 26 again. “I don’t think anyone was prepared for the two of us.”
Someone’s Watching
16 hours, 37 minutes and 14 seconds and counting. This wasn’t Ethan’s longest stakeout – no, his personal record was 32 hours, but it was by far the most boring. Usually, there was someone doing something on these missions. His eyes had long since glazed over at the sheer monotony of his subject’s routine. He was so desperate for entertainment, he’d counting the dings and nicks on the inside of the surveillance van.
If things continued down this path, he might have to pick up a newspaper or something. He was already disgusted with himself for thinking about it.
The agent was desperate for something, anything, to alleviate his boredom.
{ + @skylarksummer }
Shield had been after her for awhile, they had been after anyone who had abilities like her.
They had also been watching her after she appeared in hero scene in the city- electrokinesis wasn’t something that came by everyday and she always wanted to help her fellow citizens who lived in the same city. What better way could she help?
Having the special abilities Skylark possessed couldn’t have set her up for a simple life. Escaping from a Lab couldn’t have helped either- and it certainly didn’t.
Rain was always a problem for her and of course it was pouring, she didn’t want to short circuit herself- she had once before and it was a close call. Of course she could shower like everybody else, with a special device. But she wouldn’t want to wear it around during the day, she didn’t want to be a dead giveaway to who she was.
She continued down the street after her verylong shift at the strip club, a large black umbrella over her head- times had hit her hard and she was a server there as it paid well and she occasionally was allowed to sing if it was a slow night for the regulars. Sometimes she wouldn’t go home for 20 hours at a time.
She walked by the same alleyway he was stationed in, she looked up and noticed the van. Skylark made eye contact with the man and looked away quickly, she sighed and sped up her pace- knowing that she had been seen.
Finally.
Finally something was happening. Here was his subject, walking right across the front of his van, and oh- damn. They’d made eye contact. She’d made him. Well, now things were certainly going to spiral quickly.
Thinking on his feet, the agent got out of his vehicle and easily caught up to her, reaching out to grab her arm, while simultaneously pulling her cell phone out of the purse.
“Sorry miss-” he said, sounding hurried.
“I think you dropped this,” he said, offering the phone he’d just taken off of her.
“Are you all right? You’re trembling. What’s going on?”
@ex-agentethan
Charlotte sucked in a deep breath, shaking her head as she gave her husband a look, one that said “not here, not now”. The kids were with them, and she didn’t want them to think something was wrong, when it was. She hadn’t meant to grab Ethan’s hand so suddenly, but it had been her instinctual reaction when she saw the familiar face of Andrew Jenkins in the crowd.
They were at the State Fair, taking it all in, when she had just happened to glance to her left, seeing the man standing just across the street at the caramel corn stand. She hadn’t thought of the man in years, ever since she had settled down with Ethan and had felt relatively safe. The ex-Hydra agent, the man who had taken Gina’s life, had been a distant memory. And yet, he was here. He had seen her, with her husband and children. Hell, she had David strapped to her back for crying out loud.
“Let’s go back to the picnic tables,” she said loudly and clearly, in a tone of voice she knew would tip Ethan off. The picnic tables were in a crowded area, where people could see. Jenkins wouldn’t try anything there. “I need to rest my feet for a minute.”
Ethan was instantly on edge, his shoulders tensing and back straightening at his wife’s words. He had Ellie on one hip, and Ali holding his opposite hand and something was certainly wrong. He tugged lightly on his daughter’s hand and led his family over toward the tables Charlotte indicating.
He wanted to know what the threat was, but Char wasn’t telling him yet. Something had her spooked, and until she shared everyone was a potential threat. “Come on, kiddos, let’s let mama put her feet up, hmm?” He offered Alice an easy smile and a wink, even though he was certain she’d somehow already picked up on the tension in his stance.
He glanced over her head to his wife and asked her the question with hie eyes.
What was he looking for?
She had to be careful with what she said around the older kids. They were big enough now to pick up on their parents emotions, and had grown to learn what different expressions meant. Although, even from a young age, both Aiden and Alice had seemed to figure those sort of things out rather quickly, so now it was that much harder to hide things from them. She wouldn’t be surprised if either one or both had figured out something was wrong. Hopefully, they’d be too distracted by the fair to notice.
Letting out an almost dramatic sigh as she sat down, she unstrapped the back sling she had David in so she could pull him around and hold him, using that time to scan their surroundings. No sign of Jenkins yet, but she wouldn’t put it past him to follow them.
Turning to her husband, Charlotte quickly glanced at their two eldest before meeting his gaze again, face almost completely void of emotion, save for her eyes. He knew how to read her, and she knew how to read him. Sighing, she glanced around again, and leaned in close so she could speak lowly.
“I saw a familiar face,” she whispered. “Not a good one. We need to make an exit, fast. Dark hair, black jacket. It’s…it’s Jenkins.”
Aiden was watching his parents carefully, since his family’s sudden change in direction. His eyes were focused on entertaining his little sister, but his ears were straining to pick up any scrap of his parents’ conversation. Just a little hint about what was going on. They were getting better at hiding things from him, but he was getting better at finding out things they didn’t want him to know. And he was doing it faster than they were.
Ethan nodded slightly at Charlotte’s explanation, inconspicuously scanning their surroundings. The family’s quick movement hadn’t been subtle at all, and if Jenkins was really watching them, he’d have definitely noticed.
He could feel Charlotte’s tenseness beside him, and was quickly reminded of just how many bottled-up emotions this sighting had likely stirred up. “Are you okay for now?” he practically mouthed to her.
“Your majesty, the King told me not to allow you to go out today,”
@ex-agentethan
“This is about me going too far from the rest of the hunting party last week, isn’t it?” Charlotte asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave the young guard a look. Of course her father would want to punish her for being so careless in his eyes, when she only wanted to explore. She hadn’t gone far, and hadn’t planned on going very far at all, and yet he still acted like she had been lost for days.
“I only wish to walk through the gardens,” Charlotte said, gesturing down the hall. “That can’t be so bad, can it? What if you went with me?”
ex-agentethan:
Her smile never failed to brighten his day, and he quickly fell into step behind and to the left of Charlotte. Once, he would have been shy, reluctant to engage her in conversation when she was so obviously above his station. But not anymore. He’d gotten over that fear and when it was just the pair of them, he loved talking to Charlotte.
“This is stuffy?” he challenged the princess with a slight laugh, looking at the vaulted ceilings and long hallways. “Compared to the woods, sure, but I would have killed for this much space to explore growing up.”
She remembered when she and Ethan had first met. He had been so quiet, so quick to look away from her whenever their eyes locked for the briefest of moments. He had been afraid of her, she remembered, or that was what it had seemed like. She didn’t want anybody being afraid of her, least of all him. He was a good man, and she had been craving a friend for so long. The ladies at court just wanted to gossip, to complain, but she wanted to speak of adventure, not dresses and jewels. With Ethan, she had found that, and she loved the time they spent together.
“Yes, compared to the woods,” Charlotte replied, smirking over her shoulder. “What I would give for wide open spaces and fresh, cool air during the summers. The stones keep everything so hot, and my father insists on lighting the fires well before the sun has gone down. I feel like I am baking alive in there sometimes.” Turning so she walked backwards, she clasped her hands behind her back. “What was it like, growing up where you did?”
Ethan’s eyes flickered easily between Charlotte’s face, and the hallway behind her which she couldn’t see but was easily walking towards. How she did it in a skirt, he’d never know. “Charlotte of the House Finch, Queen of the trees,” he teased her with a sloppy grin.
“It was wide open, flat land as far as the eye could see,” he said waving his arm in a wide arc. “But it was unbelievable boring,” an overly-dramatic sigh passed his lips. “rows and rows and rows of grain and nothin’ to do but stare at it.” He shook his head ruefully. “You know how the other half lives, one room for the whole family, hot in the summer cold in the winter,” he shrugged. “Not much to say, really.”
“May I have this dance?”
@ex-agentethan
The kids were asleep. All of them, at the same time. It was a rare evening, with both of them home, and with the house so quiet. She had originally planned to have a glass of wine and catch up on some reading, but then Ethan started playing the song they had danced to at their wedding on his phone, extending his hand to her.
A laugh escaped her lips, and without hesitation, took her husband’s hand. “Of course you may.”
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Ethan faked confusion and tilted his head to the side. “I don’t know how a dead body at the bottom of Lake Michigan could happy about much of anything,” he said, referring to this hypothetical second husband. He valiantly held the confused expression for several moments before grinning at his own joke and leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss.
“I could never stop lovin’ you, Char,” he said softly, seriously now. “You’re irreplaceable.”
Charlotte laughed, shaking her head before she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep them close. She knew they would never separate, never in that sense, anyway. They loved each other too much, had too much history between them to go their different ways anymore, even if they did somehow end up falling out of love with one another. Forever and always, that’s what they had promised each other, and that was what they were going to keep fighting for.
“So are you…even if you do end up killing my second husband,” Charlotte whispered back, a smile on her face. “I mean it, though. There’s no one else out there for me, other than you.”
He smiled and spun them around in a slow circle as the song began to wind down. “We really were made for each other, hmm? The two of us, too much alike for our own good.
“Plus, I don’t think Aiden wold ever speak to me again,” he said fondly.
