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Lucille Brass, CEO of Advanced Idea Mechanics. I'm not bossy I'm The Boss.

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Power Play || Lucille & Deadpool

It happened like most things. You knew someone who had a person who was able to get hold of a guy that could get you what you needed. It was the shadier part of being who she was, but she wasn't apologizing for it. Deadpool. That's what he was called. Honestly she didn't care so long as he got the job done. She stared at the five files laid out on her desk. Each one profiled a prominent scientist at Stark Industries that was working on something that'd advance the company a good few years ahead of A.I.M. once completed. The objective wasn't to delay the completion of their projects, they had other scientists and Tony fuckin' Stark to carry on important things of that sort. The problem was recruitment and retention.

No one wanted to work somewhere they didn't feel safe. If being in charge of a project at S.I. was equated to receiving a death sentence well then, it'd be near impossible for them to retain employees and easier for her to hire on the best scientists to help H.Y.D.R.A. Scare tactics were a bit heavy handed sometimes, but sometimes the circumstance called for it. It helped that by using a third party it made it almost impossible to connect the deaths to A.I.M or H.Y.D.R.A.

She'd chosen her office in her penthouse to meet with him. It was private and easier to sneak into. It also allowed her to have a home field advantage because if Deadpool was as good as his reputation claimed she didn't want to meet him alone without a few fail-safes of her own. It wasn't long till the other dropped in making his presence known in his own unique way.

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lost and found || Grant & Lucille

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"It’s one of the more annoying aspects of the world, unfortunately." He shrugged, unwilling to say one way or another. He was familiar with trouble, but it seemed to locate him whether or not he was looking for it. "So you so."

He reached forward slowly, still unsure whether or not the woman was who she said she was. “Grant.” 

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Lucille smiled, " Well Grant, what brings you out to the middle of no where? Hiding from society, or trying to run from yourself?" she asked finally catching her breath from her hike. "Or just getting your daily workout like more sane people?"

She was rarely this open with people, or well nice at least. He was lucky he was easy on the eyes. She always had a soft spot for pretty things.

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Black Face, White Place || Self-Para

She blew out a stream of smoke from the hit she’d taken off her joint. She knew what was going to happen before the press conference at 5 letting the rest of the world know the verdict. It made her blood boil, and it made a small part of her die inside; not that she’d let it show. She’d spent years developing an armor, used to what people said and what they actually meant. If she over reacted to things, comments on her hair, the lightness of her skin (she tired of tragic mulatto bullshit stories), how she acted, what she’d had to sacrifice to make it this far…well then she was just over sensitive. Racism was over.  She learned to take it all with her chin held high, and to bid her time until she gained the means to extract her revenge however it might be.

There was no turning back, and she didn’t want to even if she could. The corrupt degenerate way things were run only proved to her that a change was needed. It justified her motivations to replace the establishment with something better. It was slightly anarchist of her, but she didn’t care as long as what was established after the dust settled and rubble was cleared was a better system. It didn’t matter how that change was brought about so long as the ends justified the means. Above all, she was going to make sure she had a place of power in the new world order. 

Putting out her joint in an ash tray, the buzz calming her slightly, she grabbed her brandy glass and raised it to the city lights, “If this bitch has to sell out to get the job done, I promise to make sure it’s done right.”

Grabbing her phone she sent a message to her secretary to set up a small donation fund for the family and protest groups. PR didn’t want her to make a statement on the event, it would be bad press and might brand the company in an “unattractive” manner. It was ill advised to do so by the board because of the government contracts they might loose for making a political statement. She knew how to pick her battles. She didn’t need any of them to remind her, not that they could have stopped her either way. Her end game was much bigger then any of them could even imagine.

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Headcanon #8

Lucille's view of H.Y.D.R.A is simple: they want world domination. It doesn't matter what government or agency is in power, they'll use it to get what they need and provide camouflage for themselves. In the 1940's that was the Nazi Party, (at least until they out grew the resources the Nazi's could give them and then they went rouge). In a post 9/11 world that gave the US Government almost unlimited power and access to personal information of it's citizen's without any sort of checks or balances, it was a secret government organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. In the money driven capitalist world we currently live in where the rich get richer and buy out control over political parties that entity is now A.I.M. Her only goal is to make sure A.I.M. isn't destroyed like the groups they've used in the past, and that she's along for the ride when they rise to power. 

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Headcanon #7

Lucille was born and raised in New York growing up in the Upper East Side, but she'd spend summers on the west coast in LA. She has a deep love for the city often claiming to be an East Coast Girl stuck living in a West Coast world. She owns a beach house in Santa Monica for when she feels like spending time in the sand, but usually stays at her mansion in Beverly Hills when in town due to it's central location to the Strip, West Hollywood nightlife, and Rodeo Drive. She prides herself on living down the street from the Playboy Mansion and Ellen Degeneres.

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Headcanon #6

Lucille never has to worry about securing a majority vote with the board for various reasons: she has black mail material on at least half of them, and more then a few are H.Y.D.R.A. affiliated themselves.

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On My Radar (Let Me Upgrade You) || Lucille & Leo

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He looked down to the table, knowing that her eyes were working their way up and down his figure, undoubtedly finding tiny bits of information about him as they went. No, Fitz wasn’t the most confident person anymore, but his new form of self doubt managed to offer him the chance to astound those around him. It was a slight change of pace, but a nice one. 

Accepting her hand with a small nod, Fitz mentally searched for the name of her organization. He knew that he had heard about it before… and it wasn’t from the news. It was in SHIELD somewhere. “You want me ta work for you… how did ya even hear about me? I’ve been out of work for three months, an’ I’m jus’ now gettin’ back inta workin’.” Fitz cocked his head to the side, still trying to remember where he had heard the name from. He was in the middle of a project when it was talked about, and he figured it would have no impact on him, so he kept piecing equipment together- an action he was now regretting. 

"I’ve had a few people come forward, but they could never offer me the right price… Why do, um, why-why d’ya think you’re any different? Is it because you’re jus’ that good, or have ya been an avid fan of ma work?" Fitz brought the tea back to his lips, gulping down a quick swallow before resetting his drink to the table. He wanted to know how the woman would react to him, wanted to see what she knew about him. 

When she brought out the file, Fitz felt his eyes go wide. She had a file on Dr. Franklin… she had a file on his professor. He clicked his jaw back and forth and let his gaze flutter back up. “Where did ya get that?” It could have been all for show, but Fitz doubted this woman would gamble with such a large bluff. “How are ya connected ta Dr. Franklin?”

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Lucille was happy, she had him talking and that was more then she could have hoped for to start with, now the trick would be to get him to consider it. "So many questions." she smiled letting go of the file. "Dr.Franklin wandered around in the private sector after teaching, never really was able to track down where exactly, shame how he just disappeared like that; but his notes, records, studies," she shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, "those are able to be found by the right people. A.I.M. stumbled upon some of his notes. R&D needed it, so as CEO I made it happen."

She paused choosing her next words carefully, "That's what we do at Advanced Idea Mechanics. We equip our scientists with whatever necessary to complete their projects, a select few have no budget caps on their work because they're just that good. So long as the product we're receiving is meeting it's function and we're still turning a profit; but that's the business end of things. That's what I worry about, so you don't have to. We have the best scientists in physics, chemistry, and physiology and I was hoping today to add engineering to that list as well."

She glanced out the window collecting her thoughts, "You graduated youngest in your class. You don't achieve what you did at the age you did without drawing attention to yourself and you've only gotten better since then. I've read a few of your published articles myself, you're a genius. I don't even mean that as a compliment, it's just a fact. I'm not asking you to risk your life, to endanger people around you, or do anything you don't want. I'm offering you something stable, safe, and challenging. I'm just here to offer you the safest environment and best resources to research the things you want. It's win win. A sure thing."

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Headcanon #5

Lucille has been in love. His name was Shawn and he was a general in the U.S. Army. He died from an IED that was unable to be picked up on radar due to old and malfunctioning equipment. This was one short year after Stark Industries stopped making weapons and began focusing on alternative energy. She blames this abrupt 180 in S.I.'s policies for his death, and as such headed a business pitch to take up all the former military contracts S.I. used to have so that A.I.M. could arm the troops. It's one of the main reasons she got promoted so quickly in the company.

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I Know How To Say "Cheers" In 20 Different Languages (It's A Contratual Obligation) || Lucille & Viktor

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 It had felt longer than it had probably been since Viktor had last heard from Lucille. Things, mostly the Triskelion, had happened leaving Viktor without many of the connections he had once had. It had taken him most of the time to figure out how to get back in contact with the businesswoman over actually finding the time to do so. It wasn’t like he needed more time on his hands - probably unlike her - he had not been busy or troubled by any of the work he had been given. Well, perhaps puppies had seemed troublesome but they were not actually any trouble.

When he found the secure way to speak with her, Viktor did not hesitate and almost took up the call to go for scotch quicker than he ever had. It was something to do that was more productive than thinking over threats to himself and those that he cares for, or rather the one person he cares for. Many things and many people had become a threat to his life. 

Once he got the invite, he made his way across town from his apartment; across the subway lines until he reached the skyscrapers of Manhatten. He had assumed she had not moved since the last time he had visited and with a quick google to check - he found that the press stalking her confirmed that she had not moved. This, this was something Viktor was glad he did not have - for he was unsure he could manage the lifestyle of the press paradox, as he referred to it. The receptionist to Lucille’s building nodded at Viktor and waved him up with a smile, he assumed that Lucille had already told the girl that he was coming or that the girl had some initiative to buzz up when Viktor walked through the door. He assumed the latter was more likely.

As Viktor arrived at Lucille’s apartment, he paused. Was he really prepared to get back into these sorts of things? After thinking over it all, he pushed open the door. “Lucille, it’s been a long time since I last saw you.” He smiled, leaning against the still slightly ajar doorway and smirking. He strolled towards her and picked up a glass from the side. “How have you been?” Viktor asked as he poured himself a glass of scotch and prepared to sit down next to her.

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Lucille had practiced smiling from a young age. There was the smile you gave when you were at a business dinner with daddy, the smile you gave when you had camera's shoved in your face and needed to keep your cool, and there was the smile you gave at press conferences to reassure everyone that everything was fine and all was well; and some days she actually got to smile for real. Luckily for her, tonight was one of those nights. There were very few people she could relax and be herself in front of and Viktor was one of those people. Friends, family, business partners all got pieces of the real Lucille (it was always easier to lie when you were using some sort of truth to begin with), but they didn't get to see her barefoot in her living room or share a bottle of scotch with her. 

"Viktor!" she said grin on her face when she saw him leaning on the door frame. "Come sit!" she patted the cushion next to her, "Drink. Talk. What have you been up to? I have so much to tell you. Things have been so quite since D.C. I think it's time we changed that." she prattled on only half teasing. She took a sip of her drink before tilting her glass his way, "At least I know how to get you over now though. Just gotta keep a bottle of the good stuff stocked in the bar all the time." she winked.

The truth was she was under a lot of pressure to start making ways on various projects for HYDRA with her company. If results weren't seen soon people would get upset. Tonight though would be a welcome distraction, tomorrow's troubles would come tomorrow and there was no point in worrying over something when she wasn't in a position to do anything about it currently.

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Headcanon #4

Lucille views sex as a barter system. You want something from someone and they want something from you. It’s that simple.

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Headcanon #3

Lucille believes there is no good or evil. What's good and evil is a judgement call. Evil is something of inferior quality when compared to something better, therefore a lesser good is considered evil when compared with a greater good. It's all about perception and when there is no judgement, there is no consideration of something being better or worse, it's just deviant. 

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What's your relationship with your siblings like?

As an only child, nonexistent.

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No Substitutions (Gluten Free, Dairy Free, Vegan Option Please) || Lucille & Darcy

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Darcy didn’t see this one coming. The mail cart really just came out of nowhere. Well, actually, not nowhere. From down the hallway, around the corner, right smack in her blind spot. Next thing she knew, she was on the ground covered in a mountain of large envelopes and packages, looking up at the face of an embarrassed mail boy. Darcy didn’t know where he was going so fast, but he managed pack quite the impact with the car. She didn’t doubt that her side would be more or less bruised tomorrow morning.

The injury taken into account, Darcy had taken the long way back to her desk, walking off the pain in the process of finding an ice pack. She eased herself into her desk chair slowly, making sure to keep her back straight. Letting go of the ice pack for a moment, Darcy reached for her cell phone as it began ring. The screen lit up to reveal her boss’ name. “Hello? Yes, I’m listening, what’s wrong? Delayed? What — uh, okay. What do you need me to do? Oh. Uh, yes, I can handle it. I’m on it. Alright, I’ll call you back after. Yes. Talk to you later, boss.”

This time, Darcy’s slowed movements as she locked her phone and dropped into her messenger bag had nothing do with her bruised side. Taking a moment to draw a deep breath, a sequence of events came together in her mind. First, Darcy picked up the phone desk and called the front desk, asking them to call a cab immediately. Putting up a hustle, Darcy shrugged on her coat and slung her bag over her shoulders before making her way downstairs.

One of the first things Darcy had done when Pepper had first given her her job, was do a bit of research. That is she spent an entire weekend reading countless articles about the infamous Pepper Potts, Stark Industries, and every other company that was somewhat in the same market. Among those companies was Advanced Idea Mechanics and boy, did they have their collection of controversial and explosive news stories. Lucille Brass was just as formidable as Pepper and just as Darcy had once been intimidated by Pepper, she was still very much wary about Ms. Brass. Seems today would be the day that her courage would be tested.

Darcy tapped a nervous rhythm against the door handle of the taxi as it made its way into upper Manhattan. Pepper was meant to be picked up directly from the airport and driven to the upscale restaurant to meet Ms. Brass at noon. Why the driver hadn’t informed Darcy sooner that their boss’ flight was delayed, she’d had to figure out later. Right now it was twenty, fuck, thirty after noon.

When they finally arrived at the restaurant, Darcy hustled up to the front podium, running her fingers through her hair, hoping to tidy it. She told the host who she was here to meet and she tried her best to ignore the look of pity he gave her. Weaving her way through the tables, she kept her eyes focused on Ms. Brass. If there was ever a task to prove to Her boss how competent she was at her job, this was it.

Brass’ offhand comment caused Darcy to pause, but it wasn’t totally unexpected. Biting back a number of sarcastic comments, she decided to try out the polite method. “Hello, Ms. Brass,” she begun, extending her hand to the other woman. “My name is Darcy Lewis and I’m here on Ms. Potts’ behalf. Nice to meet you.”

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Lucille stared at the offered hand for longer then was normal as she quickly went through ruffly a thousand different reasons as to why she was staring at the woman in front of her and not Pepper. Lucille didn't leave the office to have lunch with middle management, she had people for that. Still she stood from her chair to greet the other and shaking Darcy's hand she tried to smile, "Pleasure. Do take a seat." she said not apologizing for her earlier comment. "What's happened to Pepper? Nothing bad I hope, she's usually so well...organized."

The waiter came by to take Darcy's drink halting their conversation. Lucille took that moment to study Darcy. First appearances were everything to Lucille and so far she remained unimpressed. Darcy's hair and ensemble left much to be desired, but still she had come on behalf of Pepper, and perhaps more importantly and the only redeeming thing at this point was that Pepper had seen fit to send this other person on her behalf and trusted her. Darcy must be good at something for a woman like Pepper to leave her in this position. It was far from an ideal situation, but she'd work with what she had. If nothing else Darcy had a unique perspective of Stark Industries that she could exploit.

Once they were left to themselves again Lucille went straight into questioning Darcy, "So how long have you been at Stark Industries? Are you one of the many recent new hires? Funny how that worked out isn't it? S.H.I.E.L.D. gets exposed as a corrupt government agency that's been harboring terrorists and the next week their new head of security is a former high ranking ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? Heaven knows who they recruited for the science department."