P R O T E C T I O N

[nagiarashi-blog]

@lxstherself.

           “Melinda May. What did I do to deserve the dubious pleasure of your company today?” 

[lxstherself-blog]

           “ s.h.i.e.l.d. would like to extend a personal invitation               for you to join us. under new leadership, of course. “ 

[disgruntledgenius-blog]

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[ @lxstherself ]

        ❛ No sudden movements, Agent, and I think we’ll be just fine. ❜

Sarcasm– they treat him like a ticking time bomb. It’s insulting, assuming that he has little to no control over his own body. Banner rolls his eyes, grabs the kettle off of the burner just before it begins to squeal. 

                  ❛ Tea? ❜

[lxstherself-blog]

              “Don’t take it to heart, Banner.” 

       She returned his sarcasm with her own. It wasn’t as if he was        the  only   one  she  ( and S.H.I.E.L.D. )  deemed a dangerous        threat       that       should      be      treated      with      caution. 

             “No, thank you.” 

[violentnightsmoved-deactivated2]

@lxstherself

                “Tell Coulson I said hi. Unfortunately, I don’t run with                              S.H.I.E.L.D and I never will —– I can’t help you.”

[lxstherself-blog]

           “I know, but Coulson’s naive enough to             think if he keeps asking you, you’ll join.” 

[keepingmarks-deactivated2020012]

        “Thank goodness for that.” A scared shitless recruit        was a useless recruit. Funny, but useless. “What         kind of hoops have they had to jump through? I        heard one of them didn’t go through the academy.”

The details were so few and far between of this new group, so Natasha collected news and gossip when she could to tuck away and explore their validity later.

[lxstherself-blog]

           “Skye.  Civilian  hacker for the Rising Tide that Coulson             decided would be a good addition to the team. Ward’s             her S.O. Obviously, Ward’s on the team too, as well as             Fitzsimmons.” 

[fiivealarmfiire]

          “ You clearly haven’t been through their rigorous selection process. “

          ( It was brutal. Often felt like he was going out of his mind. Five months             of hell in the most extreme of conditions, being told over and over he             was likely to fail, the crown jewel of the special forces, the most elite,             the most respected. And May thought he couldn’t hit a target?

            It wasn’t about his skills. It was about his head. )

          “ This isn’t buzzed. This isn’t even close to buzzed. “

          ( He picked up the gun, watched as the targets began moving, back and             forth, side to side. Inhaled. Exhaled. Finger on the trigger. Patience.             Steady heart beat. Good to go.

            Shot after shot fired, one after the other without pause. Just like riding             a bike. Maybe a slightly unhinged bike, one where the tires needed to             be pumped back up a little, but he still had it in him. Ward was just…             slippery. Had a way of messing up your head, throwing you into a             panic. That was when mistakes were made.

            He set the gun down, took a look at his handiwork. Bullet holes in the             middle of each target’s head, not even an inch off center. He could do it             sober. He’d been through worse training than this… however terrifying             May could be. )

          “ Happy? “

[lxstherself-blog]

                “ no. “ 

        she  looks unimpressed by his shooting ability, but this was in training; most         s.h.i.e.l.d. agents could shoot as well as hunter did during training scenarios;         it  was  only  in  the  field  that  they  screwed up and couldn’t shoot with the         same                                                                                                    accuracy. 

               “ not until you can do it with both hands, in different                  positions,   while   running,   while   fighting,  under                  emotional  instability,  and  all  of  the above. if you                  really  want  to  put  a  bullet  in ward’s head, you’ll                  need     to     be     able     to     do     all     of    that. “ 

        she handed him a different gun; one of a different type. it was not one that         she had ever seen him use before, so perhaps it would be different for him.

              “ with your non-dominant hand, now. “ 

[brightestbiochemist]

         “ oh. ” she’s all too aware what may’s talking about.            her shoulders tense and she gives the other woman            a small nod. “ what… exactly is it you want to talk about? ”

[lxstherself-blog]

             “ what happened, mostly. “ she, and the other field agents,                 had noticed the makeshift weapon jemma kept on her at                 all times now, and it worried the others. may just knew it                 was a part of surviving, but she wanted to make sure she                 wouldn’t  cope  as  badly  as she had, and she knew that                 andrew    wouldn’t   be   able   to   help   with   everything. 

[ibringthexfire]

   regardless how arguably nettling the situation felt the stranger’s impertubable poise dabbed over some sense of reassurance—‘least it looked like this wasn’t her first rodeo, no freak outs, no disdainful eyes. stern, maybe. rigorous but not enough to elicit to ire beneath her fingertips. she tailed, stuffed palms in the pockets of her mousy-hoodie.  ❛   how long is it goin’ ta’ take? usually, i mean.  ❜

[lxstherself-blog]

            “ that’s dependent on you and how much you’re willing to work               with  us   and  the  issued  therapist  we give you. “ she wasn’t               quite  sure  why  she was given this job; she wasn’t the best at               interpersonal  relationships  or  negotiations  anymore.  people,                after  all, tended to find her scary. still, she noticed how the girl               seemed           to          relax          the          tiniest          fraction. 

[nelsoniisms-blog]

Finals are this week, which means hiatus until they’ll done. My last final is on Thursday, so I’ll be back to do replies then! 

[nagiarashi-blog]

‘ YOU’RE AS FREE AS THE SMOKE, unweighted by humans’ silly little emotions. The only thing that { t i e s } you to this world is the blood on your hands, but even then, guilt cannot affect you. You’re on a spiral to { h e l l }, you poor soul. ‘

[jason-todds]

[lxstherself-blog]

*boop* That was the boop of love and appreciation. You don't need to do anything, but accept the boop. Someone just wanted you to know that you are loved and appreciated and all that other good stuff that can give you cavities.

you’re really too kind to us! 

[fiivealarmfiire]

          ( You did not argue with that tone, if you know what’s good for you.             And, honestly? He was starting to feel a little tired. Heavy lids against             heavy eyes, unconcerned by the fact that they were potentially making             a scene. His whole body felt like someone had slipped a tonne of lead             inside, like gravity was increasing, and he wanted to fall flat out. And             yet, it didn’t stop him from being bitter. He was stubborn. And wrongs             weren’t something he so easily admitted. )

          “ What’s it t’you anyway… m’private life’s——– mine. Yeah… “

[lxstherself-blog]

          her  hand  grabbing  his  collar, she purposefully pulled him in closer           so that she could whisper in his ears, the scent of beer strong. “ first,           you smell like a distillery. second, it is my business if you’re going to           leave  me  in the field with no back-up. i can’t drag your ass to safety           while     it’s    drunk,    hunter,    so    shut    up    and    let’s    leave. “ 

    she  pushed  him away, still keeping a hand on his collar, before smiling apologetically     to the bartender, adopting one of her undercover voices. “ i’m so sorry for him, i don’t     know        what’s        wrong        with        him.       did       he       pay       you       yet? “ 

[ibringthexfire]

           ❛   oh, right. so true. forgot how easy it was ta’ jus’ not do the thing tha’ i haven’t been fuckin’ able ta’ properly control in lord knows how long, especially ‘round shady-lookin’ lovely folks like all y’all,  ❜ her breath was strained afterwards—heavy. deliquescing. ❛   …sorry. i jus’. it’s still hard ta’ jus’ stay calm an’ take this all in.    ❜

[lxstherself-blog]

            “ understandable, “  she   remarks.  her  hand  hadn’t  strayed  near                the  night-night  gun [ which  was  really  a stupid name ] because                she  could  tell she wouldn’t attempt to harm her on purpose [ but                she would use it, even if the girl tried to hurt her on accident. ] “ a                therapist  can be assigned to you that will help you pick up tactics                to            help            you            control            your            powers. “ 

[bbcmycroftarchive-deactivated20]

@lxstherself

     “How wonderful that unfortunate things happening only fuels you further.”

[lxstherself-blog]

          “ mycroft holmes. what brings you here? “ 

[grcundshaking-deactivated202106]

( @lxstherself )

    “May—– are you back for good ??”

[lxstherself-blog]

          “ i plan to be. “ 

[brightestbiochemist]

            “ –you do? what… what about? “

[lxstherself-blog]

          “ your experiences. “ what may exactly means             would   be   obvious  for  the  intelligent  girl. 

[fiivealarmfiire]

          ( Half an hour passes, and eventually Hunter shows, an almost empty             beer bottle in hand. Just one. One, he could handle. Hell, with his             level of tolerance, it got to at least five bottles before he started to             feel even a little bit tipsy. And that was on a bad day. This was just…             liquid luck. He was dealing with May here, after all. And hey, if he             could shoot straight after having a few, he could definitely shoot             straight sober.

            He downs the rest, sets it down, and against all odds, stands tall. )

          “ You know I was in the SAS, right? I know how to shoot a bloody             gun. “

[lxstherself-blog]

              “ not  with  as  much  accuracy  as i can. “ before hawkeye joined                  s.h.i.e.l.d., may had one of the highest accuracies of the agency. 

        she  looked  at  the  empty beer bottle with distaste. “ you do realise that shooting         while  sober  and  shooting  while  drunk,  buzzed,  or tipsy is completely different,         right?  your perception changes which causes the way you aim to change. unless,         you plan on shooting ward again while buzzed, we’re going to have to come back. “