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moira mactaggert | she can swing a sword as well as any man. agent. wife. mother. ally. xmcu compliant | not spoiler-free

[mctaggerts]

hey new friends! i’m not showing up in tags yet so i’m kind of reluctant to do starters again until i am. but!!! if you’d like to do smth until then, feel free to tag me or shoot me a message or smth!!

[mctaggerts]

agilistic:

    ❝   I was banned from the Olympics, so…

Hand fastens around the nape of her neck, providing protective REINFORCEMENT, goggles already fastened around his eyes & suddenly they’re off! He’s careful with her, experienced in passengers & resistant to the VELOCITY in which they’re both travelling. Not even a minute & yet past any eyes that would’ve spotted them at a slower place.

                       pretty fast. You good?   ❞

❛              pretty fast.  ❜   assessment in short order, quick decisions in the field.  it separates a good agent from one who gets eliminated on the job.  moira lowers the scopes from her line of sight.  she prickles against the possessive cusp of an unfamiliar hand.  

but  trust.  

her gut is solid  ;  she settles back into his confident grasp.  her lashes lilt down toward the tops of her cheeks before space shrinks ahead of her.  her bones rattle.  a tear rips the corner of her eye.  blurry sights  &  features faze her enough that she teeters on her heels.  

❛  i’m good.  ❜  moira’s palm flashes out to a neighboring wall for support. she sucks in a breath, streams it out in a measure from her nose.  ❛  a little more  warning  next time.  ❜

[zisisadeadblog-deactivated20210]

     ❛    I’VE HEARD better pick-up lines ms.                  ❜   expensive stock twirled between her fingers,   revealing ornate letterhead and a name that did not ring necessary bells.   ❛    mactaggert.    ❜

[mctaggerts]

❛  AGENT.  ❜  it’s a simple correction, said as a fact.  the push of the  t  against the back of her front teeth is informative but  deliberate.  she withdraws her hand  ;  her elbow props.  ❛               i don’t put a lot of stock in being coy, ms. howlett.  pick up lines are for frat boys  &  bored teenagers.  this is an invitation. i think there’s a lot of room for conversation.  mutually beneficial.  ❜

[dailymarvelqueens]

I’ve always thought of myself as more of a character actress. I’ve tried to do different things, but I’ve always been under the radar and that’s how I like it. I’ve been really blessed to work this long and I just hope I continue to get better and better and better and better.

[agilistic-deactivated20170204]

           ❝   How close are we talking?   ❞

[mctaggerts]

she puts the binoculars back up, lets them rest with purpose against the ridge of her sockets.  strategic calm pulls breath in to fill her lungs  &  empties them. she watches the perimeter, the same even rotation of guards stomping their rounds.  

❛  see that barrier?  ❜   her index finger twirls around a place far off in the distance.  

❛                   there has to be a gap in the ranks.  the carriage house toward the back should hold the blueprints we need.  maybe a radio.  exactly  how  fast  can you run?   ❜  

[fyp-philosophy]

Anybody can be angry, but to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, that is not easy.

Aristotle  (via fyp-philosophy)

[mctaggerts]

@agilistic

❛               i’d like to get a closer look.  ❜  

[mctaggerts]

@hxwlett

❛                 in case you consider doing something more constructive than solving the world’s problems one beer at a time.  ❜   a business card,  CRISP, thick stock, peers out from between the slots of her fingertips.  

[mctaggerts]

@mutantlead

DEJA  VU                  dulcet richness in english tones coat her ear drums in a way that’s feels like finally wrapping her grasp around fine-grained sand after years of a niggling piece just out of reach.  it’s amazing:  a fraction of her life  (  &  how  MUCH  has changed, the styles, the title on her desk, a ring looped around her finger  &  now little more than a ghost in hindsight                    )   &  yet it collapses all of her truths in one singular sweep.  

she wants to feel angry.  

a part of her does, a simmering indignation threatening beneath a collected surface in the crashing wake of adrenaline ebbing.  

but her curiosity locks her in its claws.    ❛   you took my memories of all of it.  ❜ she’s demanding in the way she says it, laying out each word in front of him like pieces of evidence.  her lips purse  ;  it’s an expression reserved for her worst frustrations.   ❛   &  then you gave them back.  i think it’s...  generous... to say you owe me an explanation.  ❜

[dailycelebrityedits]

Rose Byrne by Giampaolo Sgura for Oroton (2016)

[mctaggerts]

raise yr hand if you want a starter  &  you don’t mind me breaking yr tags. 

[mctaggerts]

@peacefight

she possesses a tepid aloofness.  she has to detach from her rage, tap into the drive pushing  &  shoving from the bottom up to the top with dogged determination.  so her fury sits at the brim of her throat with a singular, cool, clicking swallow.  

he sloughed the scales from her eyes.  she blinks like a shutter gathering snapshots  &  she knows the friendly weight of a gun in her hand, the shocked round of his open mouth, a bullet in his spine.  

❛   i’ve had a lot of men stepping in my way over the years.  ❜  her voice quivers, an unsteady combination of righteous indignation  &  relief, as though a spot held empty for so long has finally been filled.  her hands tuck, prim, one over the other.  she looks at him, accusing.   ❛  but to take my memories?                i wanted what you believed in, charles.  ❜  

[mctaggerts]

            she can swing a sword as well as  ANY  MAN.