Never have I sympathized with Maria Hill more.
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Never have I sympathized with Maria Hill more.
Infamous Iron Man (2016) #4
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Chris and Cobie at the Avengers: Endgame Los Angeles premiere
Cobie Smulders Photographed by Christian Hogstedt (December 2017)
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ID:// wintervclk ( aka james barnes )
“Sun moves in the same direction here as it does anywhere else,” Bucky told her. “You got a watch and know the sun rises in the east, you can figure out directions from there.” Besides, no one who came out here didn’t know their north from south. It wasn’t much of a concern out here.
He still didn’t relax, though; not even when an especially inquisitive goat ambled up to sniff hopefully at the woman and her pizza box. She was a new face, and one that all but screamed agent at that. And she clearly knew who he was, though he hadn’t the first idea about her.
“…Guess there’s a lot to hear.” But he wasn’t going to turn down free pizza. He wasn’t going to eat it yet, not until he got a better read on the woman who brought it, but he could at least play nice for now. If she was here she’d gotten past T'challa and Shuri, and Wakanda’s king didn’t allow just anyone into his country even with the opening of its borders.
He hesitated for a few seconds, holding the pizza box, then just went for the blunt question. Why bother beating around the bush? “What do you want?” She had to have some reason for coming all the way out here, and he sincerely doubted it was just to deliver lunch.
Tilting her head to the side, Maria couldn’t help but laugh. It was deep like it came from the bottom of her abdomen. She wasn’t sure if it was the stress or the jet lag. Either way, it felt extremely cathartic to let out emotion like that. Sarcasm was a lot of things to her. One of those was helping with a poker face to deal with the world. Bucky wouldn’t know that, though. Just like she couldn’t tell if he was returning it. Whether he was or not wasn’t the point. “ Got stuck in Alaska once. Kinda hard to use the sun when it’s gone for 20 hours a day. “ Only during the winter but, still. Normal survival practices were a little wonky under those kinds of conditions.
Much to Maria’s dismay her eyes widened when a curious goat came over to smell what was coming in Bucky’s direction. Not long after, though, a scream made the agent jump forward a step. With her walk the noise itself wasn’t knew but she’d been caught off guard. Not something that would happen again. Wide open spaces were some of the most dangerous.
With the box finally handed over, Maria crossed her arms over her chest. “ A martini would be nice, “ she shrugged. As real as that answer was she didn’t travel all the way to the tiny little hut just for a drink. “And to see how you’re doing. I remember what Steve was going through when he was trying to adjust“ The difference being that the Captain didn’t have to do so alone. Maria had no doubt that Wakanda was providing Bucky with anything and everything he could possibly need. But, she had to admit that the quiet around her would drive her up the walls. No noise to block out the thoughts.
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ID:// prophecyread ( aka amos burton )
Fingers dragged against the edges of her shoulder, tracing down the line of the tanktop, dark against skin distinctly Earth in origin, sun kissed in ways that made his mind wander to images of skin far more bared than it was currently. His touch twisted, into the fabric, palm and fingers sliding down to cup the swell of breast beneath, breath hitching in his throat as she nestled closer, knees tightening against his hips and waist. “Might be getting that thought across,” he conceded, a twitch of muscles flexing through his chest and stomach, flesh tight and twitching beneath his coveralls, hips tilting up into hers as her teeth grazed, and pinched against his lip. “Feel free to go into detail, though,” he added, as her lips teased over his cheek and jaw, a rasp creeping its way into his words.
The hand at her hip curled, easing along the curve of ass to thigh, a tilt of his head to let his mouth find her cheek, and jaw, working in nudging, half rough kisses towards the tender spot where throat met neck, teeth bared to nip, and catch against her.
He could feel it, in her heartbeat. In the warmth that flushed her skin and the tautness of her thighs against him, in the nails that traipsed and dug into his skin, pinpricks of heat and pleasure that licked in waves beneath his own skin, a slow and aching need. “Sometimes I’m just a tad bit slow on the uptake.” The words were low, and rumbled, but with the lack of space between them, he could’ve whispered and she would’ve heard him, words felt from lips to pulse. Skin to skin. Heat to heat. Hunger to hunger.
Breath hisses through teeth. Body trembles. Maria finds herself whimpering into the touch against her spine. Her back curves into it, which causes her neck to angle up. Soft stubble tickles against her chin; her body moving forward in search of more friction against her upper body. Moving back, the agent kisses a line through Amos’s hair. It stops briefly at his ear so she can carefully take the lobe between her lips. Satisfaction was never an issue when the other was involved. He went above and beyond the normal duties of what she’d intended to be a one night stand. If the sex was the only thing that kept her coming back for more the issue would hardly weigh on her mind. The problem that it wasn’t just the sex. Hell, Maria would actually be content if none was involved.
She got people killed. When she was a kid her dad beat that into her head with such ferocity that it was impossible to ignore no matter how much logic said otherwise. Work was her mistress and the only love that mattered. At least that’s what Maria told herself for a number of years everytime she woke up alone in the middle of the night.
Amos felt like a kindred spirit in many ways. Respect was there but differently than what she felt with Chrisjen, who was a safe relationship for the simple fact that the older woman was married. If it came down to her or the husband Maria had no doubt that Arjun would win. As he should. That man was a damn saint.
Closing her eyes, the agent did her best to push emotion to the side by reminding herself how tense the day was. Landing in bed was more practical than it was some need for emotional stability.
A gasp huffs out. Teeth against her neck coax a groan from the bottom of her lungs. The grind for friction continues with more desperation. Hips angle for better contact against the other’s thigh. “ We can do slow, “ Maria purrs against the scruff of Amos’s jaw. “ Sometimes it’s nice to take your time and really feel everything. Every blessed inch. “ More kisses are peppered across the man’s cheek. This time they’re delicate and slow to emphasize the message. “ If you had some toys in here I’d show you what I mean. I’d get between your legs and make sure your eyes roll right into the back of your head. “
age: 30+
location: earth / plot dependent
organisation: SHIELD / UNN
Maria needed to get out of the house as fast as she could. Thankfully, a family history of exceptional military service opened a door for her. At eighteen she joined the Marines with the intention of creating a career out of it. Jobs were hard enough to find on earth and she wasn’t going to ruin the opportunity by trying to jump around.
After going through the counter-terrorism program Maria found herself face to face with a man thought to be nothing more than a myth. He offered her an opportunity she was hard pressed to pass up. Black ops. Travelling the galaxy. Being able to protect the innocent in ways the military would never allow her to do. She could move behind the politics and make a real impact.
At least, that’s how she’d imagined it. In reality she felt like a glorified mail man sending messages this way and that. But the freedom was something that couldn’t be overlooked.
ID:// prophecyread ( aka amos burton )
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He hadn’t exactly been shocked when one shot of tequila had turned to three, or five, or – he’d stopped counting after that – and he’d been even less surprised when the drinking had moved from the galley to his bunk. Tensions were running more than high; Holden’s face sour and bitter, Chrissy’s taut and haunted, Naomi’s shattered – and Alex, as always, hadn’t stopped talking since the news of the missile strike against Earth had hit the screens. Hill had been quiet. Business as usual. Play at war and people die. Little things, though. The edge of her jaw, tenser than usual, the line of her lips, thinner, her gaze. A little harder. Her touch, against his shoulder, and the nape of his neck, tighter, the press of her mouth to his rough, and claiming.
He wasn’t feeling the need to complain. His own touch gravitated along her spine, catching at her hip and pulling her closer, his other hand curving against neck and shoulder, tangling into the wayward strands of dark brown hair, a faint smirk teasing along his lips as they broke for breath, gaze settling on hers as he exhaled, a slow and steady breath, controlled even in the ache of heat thudding in his chest, twisting down his spine. “Careful darlin’,” he spoke, his thumb tracing the edge of her throat, wandering, scraping lightly across the thrum of her pulse. “Kiss me like that again, you might give me ideas.”
Things had been tense all damn day. Maria could still feel the over abundance of juice burning through her veins. All it served to do was squeeze her shoulders even tighter. Every muscle was pulled so tight the agent thought her body was going to rip in half. When the missiles went out it was like the galaxy stood still. She held her breath for a lifetime, watching red little blips fly across a black screen. Her stomach dropped down toward her knees which, she mused, was pretty damn impressive considering the artificial gravity.
When everyone could breathe again the agent rounded a corner so she could collapse against a wall without anyone seeing her. Given her position she needed to be strong. Often Maria felt like she needed to mirror her mentor by keeping a poker face at all times. It was hard when you spent time around people as passionate as James Holden and Naomi Nagata but Maria felt like she’d fared well enough thus far. But that kind of tension wasn’t something a manual could prepare you for. All the experience in the world couldn’t do it, either. She saw the faces of innocent children flash before her eyes. All that potential snuffed out with the push of a button.
Luckily, it didn’t come to that. Celebrating with an offered drink felt natural. Maria was concerned over Chrisjen’s current state but also knew there was a lot of yelling to do given what they’d just witnessed. So, she’d drank. And drank. Then she and Amos moved spots so they could drink a little more. Kissing him felt natural, mainly because they’d done it a number of times before. Rough hands slid against her skin and sent chills down her spine. Maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it was the day they’d had. Whatever it was, Maria found herself playfully fighting for control until her legs were straddled over Amos’s waist. The terribly itchy layers of her jumpsuit had long been discarded on the floor.
“ Maybe I want you to have ideas, Burton. Consider that? “ Leaning down, Maria gently takes his bottom lip between her teeth. The agent moves further still until she can feel her own breath float across Amos’s skin. “ It’s a good day for creativity.
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THAT ISN’T IN MY VOCABULARY !
now you see me 2 (2016) sentence starters, part one. below the cut, you’ll find a total of 120 lines of dialogue from now you see me 2 to be used as prompts. feel free to alter diction, pronouns and anything else your heart desires. i’ve edited slightly to fit roleplay and randomised the order. warnings for ableist language, mentions of kidnapping, extreme domestic violence, threatening, death, prison—you know, heist movie stuff.
❝ the threat is real. ❞
❝ seriously, is it weird to have more hair in your nose than on your head? ❞
❝ i admit, from the neck up, there are issues, but from the neck down… the david. ❞
❝ you know they’re playing you, right? leading you into a trap? ❞
❝ you see, like you, i share a very deep connection with my father. and like you, i’ll stop at nothing to avenge any wrongs done to him. ❞
❝ been fun, playing this cat-and-mouse with you, [ petname/nickname ]. meow. ❞
❝ as soon as you walk up to the table, you lose. ❞
❝ i’ve learnt that it’s really, really hard to control people. ❞
❝ so, what, the past didn’t happen and you’re not who i think you are? ❞
❝ get out of my chair. ❞
❝ your father wanted me to hand this to you. ❞
❝ we need to get to london by midnight. ❞
❝ which is a crime, might i add. ❞
❝ what’re you talking about, ‘gone’? people don’t just disappear.. ❞
❝ as far as i can tell, people who don’t even know you think you’re an asshole. ❞
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