peggycoulson:
She stares at her phone, reading the first message completely confused. It was from an unknown number—however, as the next ones started to come, it became kind obvious. So it was true what her dad had said… Noah Ward would be punished for what he had done. And as she already knew, once her mom had said, the concept of being punished for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents meant to throw him there, at the same place as her. Peggy felt weird, her face in a frown though she couldn’t really help on thinking and laughing at how was actually a big help to have him… To beat him up, as he even said. Peggy adds him to her contact list, once again. [ ✉ : asshole ward ] well well [ ✉ : asshole ward ] so it seems u r stuck with me, how unlucky of u [ ✉ : asshole ward ] gonna keep that in mind, you know right? as soon as i see u, be ready. [ ✉ : asshole ward ] and WELCOME TO THE CLUB, the question is who hates their lives more, me or u [ ✉ : asshole ward ] … of course not, why would i do that?
Noah stares at the replies, still trying to grasp the fact he was stuck with her, his ex-girlfriend who pretty much wanted him dead, also still trying to get used to that shitty phone his mother had given him, he couldn't remember the last time he had lived without a smartphone and couldn't believe his beloved mother had conditioned him into living a life like that, without hist laptop and phone, he sighs, typing up slowly his reply, missing very much the swype of his baby Galaxy.
( ✉ : agent coulson ) how unlucky of me indeed. i was about to get my MIT scholarship i swear to fucking god. ( ✉ : agent coulson ) by necessary i hope you know they mean whenever you think i'm about to fuck something up not whenever you see my face. ( ✉ : agent coulson ) they took away my laptop and my phone, peggy. MY LAPTOP. AND MY PHONE. I HATE MY LIFE MORE THAN YOU DO, I'M SURE. ( ✉ : agent coulson ) ... you did delete my number didn't you jesus fuck peggy. also, because you want me dead.
