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if i look back, i am lost
Keni
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
Jules of Nature
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Love Begins
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art
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@jetblackzola1
Her Father’s Heart
murder-popsicle:
Well. That wasn’t suspicious at all.
“I think I’ll pass,” she said, stretching her arms and cracking her neck as she spoke. Stay perfectly still? Like Hell was she complying with that request. “I’m workin’, y’know. If you don’t need my help, then I got places to be.”
“Working? On what?” Jet slipped out of her way, but remained close.
“I could help with this work.”
Hydra Sisters
sinthea-shmidt:
jetblackzola:
sinthea-shmidt:
“It was… interesting. You’re more than welcome to it. I blame my mother for most of that.”
Jet laughed. “It wouldn’t suit me, or be properly protective.”
“That thing isn’t productive on anyone. I have no idea what Susan was thinking with that.”
“Probably how much she wanted to have carnal relations with your father, though it’s still mysterious why she’d dress you like a fetish hooker.”
on-a-wing-and-a-prayer:
jetblackzola:
on-a-wing-and-a-prayer:
Judging by the girls’ body language, she knew full well Peggy was approaching. How could she not with every one of her senses kicked up to 100? “Jet, care to explain to me why you broke into our vault for a box of files?”
“These are my father’s files. I needed them.” She acted as though that was the most casual thing, like she walked into the library and checked them out. She continued to read, chewing her bottom lip.
“I see…” She approaches until she’s about 2 feet away, at this point more curious than combative. “Needed them for what? If you wanted to know about him, you simply could have asked me.”
“And you would be perfectly honest with me, Peggy?” Her eyes flicked up. “Or should I call you Aunt Peggy? I never had much of a close formative female influence...”
Her Father’s Heart
murder-popsicle:
Bucky eyed the woman suspiciously. While she was glad that the mysterious person who had been shadowing her had decided to show herself, she wasn’t going to let her guard down. Everything about the young woman in front of her screamed danger.
“Somethin’ I can help you with?” she finally asked.
She was working. Why did these things always happen when she was working? Just once, couldn’t someone interrupt her while she was at the laundromat?
“You can be still for me. Just... perfectly still.” Jet offered a smile that was meant to be sweet, but didn’t quite get there. “I am studying you while I attempt to suss something out.”
“I’m not here to hurt you.”
Her Father’s Heart
The woman had danced along the periphery of Jane’s perceptions for weeks, like a ghost that couldn’t be seen if one looked at it directly. For someone like Jane, such a thing could be enough to make one doubt their senses. And then finally, there she was, crouching like a gargoyle. He eyes were too blue to be natural. Very little about her said natural. She was dressed in black and form fitting, much like a Black Widow, and she was armed with two large calibre handguns in belt holsters.
“Well... Look at you.”
@murder-popsicle @tnott
Hydra Sisters
sinthea-shmidt:
jetblackzola:
@sinthea-shmidt
“I kind of miss your whole Nun look. Is that bad?”
“It was… interesting. You’re more than welcome to it. I blame my mother for most of that.”
Jet laughed. “It wouldn’t suit me, or be properly protective.”
Hydra Sisters
@sinthea-shmidt
“I kind of miss your whole Nun look. Is that bad?”
on-a-wing-and-a-prayer:
Judging by the girls’ body language, she knew full well Peggy was approaching. How could she not with every one of her senses kicked up to 100? “Jet, care to explain to me why you broke into our vault for a box of files?”
“These are my father’s files. I needed them.” She acted as though that was the most casual thing, like she walked into the library and checked them out. She continued to read, chewing her bottom lip.
What can a female character do without being criticized mercilessly? [insp]
Legacy
@lovelornrocketscientist
For once things were quiet for SHIELD. There was some breathing room, which was good, since the stress could aggravate symptoms of brain damage. People were getting rest, and there was time for research. Then the alert popped up.
Someone had jumped the fence and was inside the old Camp Lehigh ruins. A security camera caught the shadowy image of a woman in black trying to clear a doorway.
on-a-wing-and-a-prayer:
With this new information given to her by their computers, Peggy quickly gathers what she needs for pursuit and speeds to that same bank in the hopes of catching Jet before she got too far away.
Jet had been too eager to look at her prize, and was sitting on a decorative barrier that guarded the entrance to a park. She was looking through a folder, the box at her feet. If she was concerned about Peggy moving closer to her, she didn’t show it. She was certainly aware of her.
on-a-wing-and-a-prayer:
Peggy knew who this efficiently violent woman was. And yet she wondered why she felt it necessary to break into the facility when she was Steve’s tentative ally. Apparently tentative no more. “I’ll take care of her. Please tell me someone got a tracker on her.”
With this information, she beelines toward the vault. What was Jet after? And could Peggy even stop her if she found her? “Or at least is it confirmed that she made off with the bloody records?”
No one had gotten a tracker on her. She’d been too fast. Apparently she had been looking for some records on her father that had only existed in paper form, stored in the facility. They had not been digitized to the mainframe.
She got caught on a bank camera a few hours later. The SHIELD facial recognition algorithm chimed and blinked her face.
@on-a-wing-and-a-prayer
“Ma’am! Ma’am!” A 3rd Level agent hurried up with a data pad in his hand. He fumbled nervously to show her the image. It was security footage of a young looking woman tearing a minor SHIELD storage facility apart. She was unconcerned with the guards, putting them down easily on her way to find a single box of paper records.
“We’ve dispatched a team but she seems to be gone...” He shifted from foot to foot nervously.
@projectlilith
“Is... someone... there?”
