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steve tugged his hat lower as he weaved out of the streets and into the wooded area nearby, leading his very obvious tail further in and away from the people. once he had enough distance steve looped around behind the agent and knocked them out "ya know nat, these new guys seem pretty green. how much training are they even getting now?" he looked over his shoulder at his friend ( she'd always be his friend, even on opposite sides of this ) "i'm not here for a fight, just distributing supplies to those in need."

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natasha glanced down at the unconscious body slumped against the wall, his breathing light, almost unnoticeable as if he had just fallen asleep there. "i didn't hire them." she replied, looking up at the taller man. "i don't know. i'm also not head of their training," nat shrugged, eye gravitating towards the agent once more. "you would hope more than that if the government's training them." a small smile took hold of her lips, a hint of it curving the edge of her mouth. "good because you'd lose. how much time do you need?" @28recsons

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felicia was no stranger to people trying to stop her from whatever she considered to be fun. she was careful, or she always tried to be at least. it wasn't her fault that some rich people seemed to be a lot more careful with the guardians around now. bummer. "would you believe me if i said this isn't the first time a spider tried to take in little old me? i mean the spider that usually tries it wears a mask that covers his pretty face so i guess you get points for that." she raised her hands in a mock surrender. "i wasn't doing anything anyway. pinky promise."

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"yes, i would." she replied, sounding dismissive as she confirmed her belief. "you seem like the type to get yourself stuck in all sorts of sticky situations." the compliment didn't faze natasha. she had grown used to the sound of empty praise and adoration, the buzz of it droning on like a fly circuling a piece of rotton fruit. "you know, i almost believe you. almost." @fractured--spirits

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"You can come up here if you want, but I'm not sharing," Damian muttered, already perched on the balcony ledge like he belonged there. As if Stephanie had ever waited for his permission to go anywhere. This spot was his quiet refuge when the manor got too loud - when everything got too loud. There was something about being high above it all, watching the world in miniature, that made the chaos inside him feel smaller too. He and Alfred had spent the evening baking - something Damian always insisted was a chore, yet he never missed it, showing up each time with quiet eagerness. Now, as a result, he sat nibbling idly on a slightly lopsided cinnamon roll.

"I didn’t think Gotham could get any weirder, but ever since that new ruling, everything’s just…off," Damian huffed, unable to find a better word. Change had never sat well with him, and this one was no exception. "What're you doing out here, anyways?"

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with the confirmation that she was allowed to join him, stephanie moved towards the edge of the balcony to lean against the stone railing. resting her forearms on the rough surface, she clasped her fingers together and glanced down at the ground below. if she hadn’t known better, she might have thought nothing could touch her from up there. that was a proven deception, however, and she did know better. she wasn’t invincible or untouchable, as proven by black mask. she was just a girl. "so no cinnamon roll?" stephanie asked, turning to look at him with feigned disappointment. “are there at least more in the kitchen?”

damian was often intense, a byproduct of his parentage. with genes like his he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. it was less often that he spoke any worries he had aloud, and so when he did, stephanie listened. “what do you mean off?" she asked, hoping for an actual answer. "i followed the smell of cinnamon roll." @flyhxghfalldeep

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" i wouldn't ask this if i had another choice, nat... " hands remained inside her jacket's pockets, meeting in a random alley had become a sort of unfortunate habit. " he's my kid, my job is to protect him " a week ago sue got hold of information that a few guardians were onto franklin, enough to send storm into a spiral. " you just need to tell me what they are planning, ok? this way i can keep him safe " for once, sue did not care if that meant hurting someone else.

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natasha tugged at the hemmed edge of her hood, pulling it up and over the ballcap that already rested atop her head in an attempt to shadow her features. "i know," her exhaustion bled through into her exasperated tone. frustation had grown to become a common companion, never lingering too far away as to let natasha have a break. it was some sort of karma, revenge for making the wrong choice twice, maybe. "you don't think i'm trying to do that already?" nat challenged, momentarily misplacing her irritation. franklin wasn't her kid, no one would ever be her kid, but she cared for him as if he was and she wouldn't let anything happen to him, S.H.I.E.L.D or anyone else be damned. "i'm still trying to figure out the details. if we move too fast we risk further compromise. i can't raise any red flags. i need more time." @hceroiscms

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nothing really made anything easier but the fact that his friends were still behind him. something about that made him feel at least a little better, given the fact that he knew he hadn't always been good at the friend thing. even worse at the boyfriend thing which made the fact that steph stuck around even more important. more awkward, sure, but important nonetheless. "hey," tim yawned as he greeted her despite the two cups of coffee in his hands. "i brought you coffee. i figured it would actually be beneficial for you considering the fact that this shit barely does anything for me anymore." he rubbed at his eye with the back of his hand as he held a cup out to her. "plus i think i put too much sugar in this one."

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"hey," she greeted back, recognizing his voice before she lifted her head to look at tim. her pupils expanded as she took in the sight of him approaching, narrowing only as they landed on the coffee in his hand. "you know coffee doesn't actually wake you up, right? the caffeine in it only works as a neuroblocker to prevent you from being drowsy." she spoke as she reached for the coffee, turning it once it was held in her grasp. "i'd say you should probably take a little caffiene break, but nobody wants to see you go through caffiene withdrawals." @fractured--spirits