[romildagaumont]

ravagemcnt‌:

Grant wasn’t quite convinced that his new friend here was alright walking on her own. He might not have seen the fight go down, but at least maybe Grant could help with making sure she doesn’t bleed out before getting some proper medical care. “So what happened? You don’t look fine.” He wasn’t afraid to admit it, as he steps closer to her, and looking at the blood.

“Alright — if you want to get out of here we have to make a tourniquet. If you’ll let me help you.” Grant wasn’t an asshole all of the time. “We can use my shirt.”

Romi gave Grant a hard look at his frankness, but she couldn’t exactly say he was wrong. “Human vs nonhuman. Nonhumans. Plural. Got the better of me for a second.” And unfortunately, when you didn’t have powers, that was all it took. “Sliced my leg. I’m lucky it wasn’t my throat.”

Somewhat reluctantly, she nodded. “Thanks.” For once, she was going to have to admit to needing help if she wanted to see tomorrow.

[romildagaumont]

@ravagemcnt​ said:  “ you’re bleeding.”

That much was obvious. Romilda’s leg was bleeding more than a bit, staining her jeans. And by god, it hurt. A fight with a vigilante gone wrong. She’d gone out without backup, and she’d made a split second error. Only when you were human and the people you fought weren’t, a split second error was enough. Romilda gave Grant a sarcastic smile and shrugged. “Hadn’t noticed. I’m fine.”

But her casualness was undermined when her leg would barely hold her up. She grabbed for the nearest wall with a groan. “Dammit.”

[romildagaumont]

ofcanaryandqueen‌:

“Why, because even the devil was appalled by your morals?” Olivia shot back, she’d always hated enforcers, even more now after what had happened. “I’m always pissed off when it comes to enforcers” the vigilante replied, out of all the enforcers she’d met Romi was somehow the one who got on her nerves the most, which she paid back by getting on her nerves.

Romilda huffed a laugh and eyed Olivia closely. “Something like that.” She wasn’t really in the business of explaining the hell she’d been through. Something had definitely pissed the kid off today though. Despite her best judgement, Romi did have to respect the kid’s tenacity, even if she was otherwise a major pain in the ass. “Sure you are. But your insults are normally better than that.”

[romildagaumont]

[romildagaumont]

@ofcanaryandqueen​ said:  “ go to hell. ”

“Tried that, they sent me back here.” Romilda slowly approached Olivia, keeping one eye on the kid and one eye watching for any traps she was probably walking into. But Olivia didn’t seem like her usual cocky self. “You seem more pissed off than usual. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

[romildagaumont]

captainmarvelofthestars‌:

“Cheers,” Carol said, clinking their glasses together before tossing it back. She swallowed it one go – whiskey wasn’t much for taste, but it got the job done quick. And quick was what she was after most of the time. Quick didn’t leave time for complications. “What’s got you in a place like this?” she asked. “You seem way too sweet for whiskey, let alone the seedy bars that serve it.”

Romilda tipped her drink back same as Carol. It burned on the way down, but after enough time Romi had learned to like the sensation of cheap whiskey. After all, she didn’t exactly buy the expensive stuff much. When Carol called her too sweet of all things for this bar, Romi had to chuckle. “For once I guess my reputation doesn’t precede me. I’ve been called a lot of things, but sweet isn’t usually one of them.” She shrugged. “Whiskey does the job. And you? What’s an eleven doing in a bar full of...” Romilda glanced around. “Mostly fives.”

[heartial]

phi·lo·pho·bi·a

/ˈfēlōˈfōbēə/

noun the fear of falling in love or of emotional attachment.

[romildagaumont]

captainmarvelofthestars:

“Not too bad?” Carol challenged. “I’m smoking. At least an eleven out of ten,” she said, smirking. “But I’ll let that go since you’re so generous,” she quipped. “Whiskey for me. Straight up. What’s your poison?” 

Confident, too. Romilda liked that, a bit of fire in the other woman. “Definitely smoking,” she agreed. She flagged down the bartender and ordered two whiskeys, straight up. “I’ll drink most things, but I’m a whiskey gal if I get the choice.” The drinks were placed down in front of them, and Romi slid one to Carol. “Cheers.”

[romildagaumont]

captainmarvelofthestars‌:

Carol had made it a point to visit bars across the galaxy – she and Tony had made some very memorable nights on Raxxis 12 in particular. But there was something about the bars on C-53. (Earth, why was it so hard to call it Earth?) They were simpler, like most things, but in this case that wasn’t a detriment. For all her fantastical powers, C– Earth liquor could still get her drunk just as easy as space liquor. 

Plus, the company wasn’t usually too bad either. 

Carol arched a brow at the comment, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. “Well, could be that everywhere else is taken,” she suggested, leaning one elbow on the bar and propping her chin in her hand. “Or it could be that you’re the hottest person in this place. Take your pick.”

Romilda glanced around at the empty seats beside them and looked back to the stranger with a growing smile. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she replied. “What’re you having? I’ll grab the next round.”

[romildagaumont]

maidenxfmight‌:

closed starter for @romildagaumont​

Kara was growing familiar with Enforcers, and the names that were noticed. It was more than just a Supergirl thing, though she’d had her fair share of encounters. She tried her best to be nice, helping and hindering when necessary. It didn’t always work out. Beyond the cape, she wanted to know who they were, why they chose to do what they did. Was the belief rooted in ignorance, fear, experience? The papers only told her so much.

When she spotted Romilda Gaumont, it wasn’t instant recognition, not like Daisy or Carol Danvers, but she knew her. Kara was both cursed and blessed with a too-good memory. She plopped down in the seat in front of her, coffee making a dull thud against the table top, and one hand moving to tug at the arm of her glasses. “Hi! Kara Danvers, Daily Planet. Sorry to bother you, do you have a moment?”

Romilda didn’t recognise the reporter. Kara Danvers. The name was more familiar than the face--perhaps from a byline she’d read in the paper--but neither brought much to mind. She could guess what this was about, however. People didn’t tend to approach Romilda to ask her opinion about many things, certainly not for the newspaper. “Am I on the record?”

[romildagaumont]

ofmockeryandbirds‌:

“Please, you love me too much to be annoyed by me” Bobbi teased with a grin, she didn’t agree with Romilda when it came to the Accords or being an enforcer but she was trying to see both sides and since she returned to SHIELD she’d kept most of her feelings about the Accords quiet.

“Bold of you to assume that.” It was true, of course, Romilda had a soft spot for Bobbi that went beyond their differences of philosophy and praxis. The kind that came from mutual understanding. “You gonna at least buy the next round?”

[romildagaumont]

goldenavcnger‌:

Tony felt like he was at boarding school all over again these days, barely skirting out from under certain death before he had to roll into the next situation he had to dance around delicately in fear of being caught. (He wasn’t afraid for himself, never had been. It was the people – the legacy – he’d be dragging down with him that was always at the forefront of Tony’s mind.) Exhausted, and looking forward to a hot bath when he got home, Tony retracted the mask and gauntlets, running his hand through his hair.

The sound of his name made him turn around, boots of the armor clunking against the concrete floors. “Agent,” Tony said, nodding towards her. “He calls himself Micro. Not the hacker Micro, who might actually have managed to stay off the radar, but this guy fancies himself the next Ant Man. Unfortunately, his abilities are a little harder to troubleshoot than technological difficulties.” Right now the guy was being brought for questioning with one large hand and one extremely small one. “Not exactly a big fish, but it’s something, right?”

Romilda had taken some time to get used to being Agent Gaumont but she was pretty settled in her job now. Well, as settled as she ever was. “Micro,” she scoffed. “Jeez, they’re not even being original now?” She looked over at the man with misshapen limbs. “Powers or tech?” she asked. Could be either really these days. Stark’s comment catches her attention, though she shrugs. “Right.”

[rpxmusings]

                                            [    ]          HERO

                                            [    ]          MONSTER

                                            [ x ]          SURVIVOR

[romildagaumont]

goddamnjessicajones‌:

{✉ → Client Rom): define ‘many’ {✉ → Client Rom): this is the kind of case that relies more on intuition than actual facts

[ ✉ → JJ (P.I.) ]: *any. [ ✉ → JJ (P.I.) ]: yeah tell me about it. [ ✉ → JJ (P.I.) ]: [UNSENT] but i think my intuition is clouded

[wynonnatheearp]

[romildagaumont]

dutysoverlove‌:

Romi had gone silent. And Sharon knew that was never a good sign — not when it came to agents. Certainly not when it came to herself, so when Romi fell off the grid after her sister’s death… Sharon knew that someone needed to reach out and pull her out of whatever hole she was in now. It could have been any number of things, but knowing Romi… it was alcohol. Much like Sharon’s way of dealing with grief and other bullshit (just like her cousin). 

And when Romi opened her apartment door and Sharon got a whiff of her breath, she knew that her assumption had been right. “Gaumont,” Sharon said easily, leaning into the doorframe as she looked at the other woman, noticing the way that her other arm was positioned. She had to have a weapon in her other hand. There was a long moment where Sharon was silent, looking Romi in the eyes and waiting for the other woman to say something. 

But maybe there was nothing to say — what could be said — Romi had just lost her sister, the cornerstone in her life. Sharon remembered what it was like when Danny’s plane went down. She had lost a brother that day — he was only ten and she remembered the funeral, remembered thinking about all the life he had missed out on.

Mostly though, she remembered thinking she should have been on that plane with him. He had asked her to go with him but she had been busy at school — preparing for finals. Her brother had died someplace in the snow while she was studying.

“Figured you could use some company,” she said quietly. “And I’ve heard I’m excellent if you add a little whiskey.” Her joke didn’t quite land, but it was clear that Sharon’s heart wasn’t in the humor. “Can I come in, Romi?” 

Romilda clicked the safety back on her gun and put it on the table near the door. She didn’t need to be waving it around while she was in this state if there wasn’t some kind of adversary at the door. And Sharon Carter, no matter how it felt when she looked Romi in the eyes silently like that, was not her adversary. 

She didn’t know what to say. It felt like there was a gap here that she ought to fill, but today she just didn’t have it in her. What could she say? It was clear how well she was coping, what she was doing to numb it all. She couldn’t lie about it. 

“I’m sure you are,” she said finally, acting as though the joke was fine, as if anything was fine. Nothing was fine. Finally, she took a deep breath and stepped back to let Sharon in. “It’s a mess,” she warned her.

[goddamndumbass]

🌜 for a late night text (Romilda)

(✉ → Client Rom): i dont have an update yet ✉ → Client Rom): but im working on it, chasing down every lead i can✉ → Client Rom): i know its hard to wait, i just wanted you to know im on this 

@romildagaumont

[romildagaumont]

[ ✉ → JJ (P.I.) ] thanks [ ✉ → JJ (P.I.) ] have you found many leads? [ ✉ → JJ (P.I.) ] [UNSENT] I’ve been waiting four years, you get used to it.