not an agent

everett ross (mcu) closed rp

[former-agent]

@madamefontaine​

The truth? Everett Ross didn’t have any reason to complain.

Okoye had saved him from every terrible consequence he would face at the CIA and it was because of her and Wakanda that he wasn’t sitting in a jail cell. He knew that. He was extremely grateful for that. Ross had done what he believed was right and he wouldn’t take it back.

But not having a job anymore kinda sucked. He couldn’t go home, he couldn’t go back to the CIA, and so he was suddenly thrown into a life he never pictured for himself. He had always wished he had more time during the day but now all he had was time, and it was beginning to blur together. Days passed before he realized he had done almost nothing. He was officially going stir crazy.

So, being the rule-breaking citizen he was now, there was only one thing to do: sneak out of the Wakandan embassy and re-enter society for a bit.

Ross hid his face underneath a generic baseball cap and his favorite pair of sunglasses. The air was cold and he loved it. Being around crowds of people again made him feel marginally more normal, but soon the anxiety about being recognized kicked in.

He would keep this excursion short.

At the first coffee shop he could find, he ordered a drink and a bagel. The entire time he was in line, he felt himself getting more and more jittery. If his hands hadn’t been in the pockets of his jacket, they would have been wringing together. Really though, what were the chances of being noticed and recognized? He needed to calm down.

[nmora]

The water sloshed in her respirator as Namora sucked in a wet breath. She didn’t want to be on the surface with blue tinged skin and people who didn’t care to understand her nation or those who inhabited it. “I won’t call Namor for you,” the words were accented and echoed through the water hooked to her face. “Not for that.”

[former-agent]

“Oh no, no. No I don’t need to speak with him, I’m just curious about your culture.” Ross chuckled nervously. “He and you are both hundreds of years old? Is that right?”

[talokanilarrogance]

Every step upon the surface made his lip curl and his mood sour but Namor persisted. There was no other choice. Not anymore. The cold winds disturbed the sand at his bare feet and he folded his arms across his chest, stared across the water. This place’s air sat like oil in his lungs, along his skin. His frown deepened.

“Disgusting,” he said. “How do you all breathe like this?”

[former-agent]

“Yeah, the pollution is really getting bad huh?” Ross replied to Namor with the nonchalance of someone talking about the weather, hands on hips. Then he cleared his throat. “I’m Everett Ross, and I’m a friend of Shuri. She uh, well she saved my life, actually. And— I’m sorry, should I call you Your Highness?”

[blackxpanther-archive]

“– No. The Black Panther is not just one person. My brother would have been the first to tell you that.”

[former-agent]

“Right, right. So that means that you’ve eaten some of that heart-shaped plant?” Ross remembered seeing it during his time in Wakanda. Nakia had brought it with her when they journeyed up to the Jabari mountains. “That’s what gives you your powers?”

[former-agent]

choatictrickster​:

“It’s the god of stories, not the god of lies.I might have been the villain of everyone’s story in the past but not anymore,I am nothing but a humble storyteller now .You fools make your own lies and stories, and I shall watch and tell your tales”

Seriously was it that hard to remember?What? dose he really have to start wearing a shit that says “hello,god of stories” for people to stop calling him the god of lies?comes to think of it,maybe he should.At this point this is becoming really frustrating.

“Whatever you’re the god of.. I still don’t know who you are.” Ross listened and was trying hard to seem like he knew what was going on, but the frustration showed on his face. “Do you have a name? Like a simple name? Long titles are not helpful.”

[former-agent]

webheadmorales​:

A fully masked Miles leaned against a nearby wall as he listened to the man talk and nodded slowly, not quite sure how to respond to that. He hadn’t ever really gotten a real, paying job since he began his work as Spider-man, so he really didn’t see the big deal in it. But he was smart enough to know that it wasn’t like that for everyone. “Is retirement out of the question here?”

Ross let out an ironic laugh. “Maybe I should start calling it forced retirement. I don’t think there’s anyone who would want to hire me now. I have to live with that.” And truthfully, he wouldn’t do anything differently even if he had the chance. This was the cost of doing what he thought was right. “You sound young. Retirement is far away, but this whole.. thing—” He gestured broadly over to Miles and the suit he was wearing. “Can I ask.. why? What made you want to be a vigilante?”

[former-agent]

“I’m in my 50′s and I’m unemployed— not retired. Unemployed. I have no idea what to do with myself but at least I’m not rotting in a cell somewhere.”

[timothyolyphant]

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