Akela Amador

Indie Canon MCU SHIELD Agent. Mun and Muse are 21+. Penned by Deshi. Sideblog to agensterling

[eye-spied]

What did you do to keep yourself occupied during your years in the cell? Did you at least have a pebble or something to draw/write on the walls with, or shoe laces to practice tying and untying, or a book or anything apart from just staring at a wall?

"Not really, no."

Akela's mental fortitude had always been off the charts. She spent a lot of the time taking in what little she had to look at and memorizing those things. Patterns. Rock formations. The timing of a drip in the distance. What day it was based on her hunger and exhaustion and the deterioration of her body. She tried to engage every sense she could to keep from going insane.

It had worked.

Sort of.

She made it out alive but she left a lot of herself in that cell too.

[eye-spied]

Favorite movie soundtrack?

"Not willing to commit to an entire soundtrack as my favorite, but I like any song that has a rhythm I can punch to."

[remanence-of-love]

[the-inspiring-quotes]

When you learn to survive without anyone, you can survive anything.

[remanence-of-love]

[eye-spied]

If you could've traded places with Mason, or Sterling, when they were kidnapped, would you have?

"Yes."

I can take it.

[eye-spied]

If you could travel to space, would you want to? Where would you want to go? Would you want to bring anyone with you?

"No. Shit is weird enough here. I'm good."

[eye-spied]

What was the hardest part about being in the cell for years?

"The guilt of still being alive."

[eye-spied]

Do you looove Clint?

"Clint, get off anon. What are you, five?"

[eye-spied]

What did Parr get you for Christmas?

"A cookbook and a really nice water bottle. Girl pays attention. My bottle started leaking last week and I mentioned to Shepherd once I needed to learn to cook at some point."

[eye-spied]

[Text] Hey, did you have anything in mind for dinner tonight? -Sadie

[text] Actually, at a gala with Clint. Sorry I forgot to mention it. Invited me last minute. You two are on your own tonight.

[seesbetterfromadistance]

The Steele Ball

In years past Gala’s had become something of a routine for Clint whether attendance were required as part of a mission or whether it was one of Stark’s latest whoo the crowd events he’d attended countless but he only ever truly looked forward to Chen’s gala, it benefitted children who in some cases sadly shared much of his own backstory, it hit close to the heart. 

But punctuality was something of a ‘soft’ subject when it came to the archer,  sure on missions it was adhered to but when it came more social like outings Clint never really saw the need to subscribe to time tables. Normally he’d arrive at what you’d consider a fashionably late hour but this time he’d returned from the mission later than anticipated and by the time he’d actually resigned to letting medical tend to him any semblance of fashionable disappeared as the descriptor of late. He’d opted for a tux, one that fit him so well he looked the part… well unless you considered the new bandage across his eyebrow, the shoulder sling that was an addition out of only necessity, and the fact that beneath the white shirt was bandages covering a wound. 

Even still he walked into the ballroom and despite being hit with far too much noise from every direction he was ready for a fun night. Already he brought his hand up to adjust the volume on his hearing aids, struggling with the side that currently had no use of an arm but now that it was more comfortable he strolled further into the space. 

[eye-spied]

"How dare you talk me into this and then show up late." Akela's even yet slightly annoyed voice greeted the archer without looking at him. "Next time I finish your mission and you wear the dress."

[seesbetterfromadistance]

The corner of his mouth ticked up in a smile when he'd managed to catch her voice despite the copious amount of background noise, his head turning to look at her and damn did she look amazing in that dress. "Deal, but getting shot in the shoulder, don't recommend it. So skip that part."

[eye-spied]

Akela was much better at handling a gunshot wound than a dress. She kept that to herself, however, as she looked out at the room and not at Clint. Still, she was at least mindful enough to make sure he could still see her mouth. She had started learning sign a while back but with work and living with Rockland and helping rehabilitate Sadie she had to admit, it had fallen to the backburner.

Plus, she and Clint hadn't been as close lately.

"Sterling ask you to help keep a lookout for his father-in-law tonight too?"

[seesbetterfromadistance]

Given the fact that they’d drifted apart over the last year he’s not surprised by the fact that her gaze doesn’t remain on him but rather the room as a whole and despite wanting to say just how stunning she looks he’s refrains. 

“You’d think he’d ask the friend with the nickname HawkEYE but no, he didn’t. We expecting something?” 

[eye-spied]

"And yet he asked the one with only ONE eye." Akela joked back, but her tone was dry as usual.

"Rumor around the office is Sterling punched the man last year and threatened him if he came back around. So... might be trouble. Might be paranoia. Love to find out which."

[seesbetterfromadistance]

The Steele Ball

In years past Gala’s had become something of a routine for Clint whether attendance were required as part of a mission or whether it was one of Stark’s latest whoo the crowd events he’d attended countless but he only ever truly looked forward to Chen’s gala, it benefitted children who in some cases sadly shared much of his own backstory, it hit close to the heart. 

But punctuality was something of a ‘soft’ subject when it came to the archer,  sure on missions it was adhered to but when it came more social like outings Clint never really saw the need to subscribe to time tables. Normally he’d arrive at what you’d consider a fashionably late hour but this time he’d returned from the mission later than anticipated and by the time he’d actually resigned to letting medical tend to him any semblance of fashionable disappeared as the descriptor of late. He’d opted for a tux, one that fit him so well he looked the part… well unless you considered the new bandage across his eyebrow, the shoulder sling that was an addition out of only necessity, and the fact that beneath the white shirt was bandages covering a wound. 

Even still he walked into the ballroom and despite being hit with far too much noise from every direction he was ready for a fun night. Already he brought his hand up to adjust the volume on his hearing aids, struggling with the side that currently had no use of an arm but now that it was more comfortable he strolled further into the space. 

[eye-spied]

"How dare you talk me into this and then show up late." Akela's even yet slightly annoyed voice greeted the archer without looking at him. "Next time I finish your mission and you wear the dress."

[seesbetterfromadistance]

The corner of his mouth ticked up in a smile when he'd managed to catch her voice despite the copious amount of background noise, his head turning to look at her and damn did she look amazing in that dress. "Deal, but getting shot in the shoulder, don't recommend it. So skip that part."

[eye-spied]

Akela was much better at handling a gunshot wound than a dress. She kept that to herself, however, as she looked out at the room and not at Clint. Still, she was at least mindful enough to make sure he could still see her mouth. She had started learning sign a while back but with work and living with Rockland and helping rehabilitate Sadie she had to admit, it had fallen to the backburner.

Plus, she and Clint hadn't been as close lately.

"Sterling ask you to help keep a lookout for his father-in-law tonight too?"

[seesbetterfromadistance]

The Steele Ball

In years past Gala’s had become something of a routine for Clint whether attendance were required as part of a mission or whether it was one of Stark’s latest whoo the crowd events he’d attended countless but he only ever truly looked forward to Chen’s gala, it benefitted children who in some cases sadly shared much of his own backstory, it hit close to the heart. 

But punctuality was something of a ‘soft’ subject when it came to the archer,  sure on missions it was adhered to but when it came more social like outings Clint never really saw the need to subscribe to time tables. Normally he’d arrive at what you’d consider a fashionably late hour but this time he’d returned from the mission later than anticipated and by the time he’d actually resigned to letting medical tend to him any semblance of fashionable disappeared as the descriptor of late. He’d opted for a tux, one that fit him so well he looked the part… well unless you considered the new bandage across his eyebrow, the shoulder sling that was an addition out of only necessity, and the fact that beneath the white shirt was bandages covering a wound. 

Even still he walked into the ballroom and despite being hit with far too much noise from every direction he was ready for a fun night. Already he brought his hand up to adjust the volume on his hearing aids, struggling with the side that currently had no use of an arm but now that it was more comfortable he strolled further into the space. 

[eye-spied]

"How dare you talk me into this and then show up late." Akela's even yet slightly annoyed voice greeted the archer without looking at him. "Next time I finish your mission and you wear the dress."

[eye-spied]

Does that mean you claimed Sadie’s knife as your own? XD

"Finders keepers."

[eye-spied]

Is there anything that brings back childhood nostalgia for you?

"Honestly? Having Rockland around. Been a while since I woke up to a loud teenager in my room. Going from living in a foster home to being alone for such a long time... Suddenly having someone staying with me brings me back to the days when I was never alone."

Except that whole... person watching her every move so she was never truly alone anyway thing.

[eye-spied]

What do you think your childhood self would think of who you are today?

"Sure she'd probably be surprised about the evil terrorist organization removing my eye and replacing it with a nanny cam but the rest is probably what she expected of life, sure."