AGENT SCHOTT

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angcrismsx:

“i’m not really good with the whole feelings thing but i think it’s pretty obvious that you aren’t fine.” bruce stated as he watched the man. he’d never seen him before so he couldn’t judge but with everything that was happening he had every right to be upset. “i’m fine – just trying to keep my cool.”

“keep your cool? you look pretty chilled, man.” he says, quite confused. “d’ya have anger issues?” he looks shocked at himself for a second. “that was so not cool of me to ask. i’m sorry, dude.” he winces. “my head isn’t working with me today-”

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fallenluthor:

          there was no stifling the laugh caught within his throat,   escaping in harsh chuckles as the other male spoke up.    ❝   never said you weren’t.   ❞   though there was certainly no reason to.   the male did a fairly good job of indicating he wasn’t ‘ just fine ‘ through the muffled sobs he tried so hard to hide.    though lex sat,   letting out a huff as he practically flopped into the nearest seat.   ❝  fine,   i’ll give.   what could POSSIBLY be bothering you ?   ❞

lex luthor scared winn. that was a fact of life. it wasn’t as if there weren’t plenty of people who scared winn, but lex was up there, near the top. “you- it’s you, now. you’re bothering me.” he said, his voice not as steady as he wanted. “no, i just. serial killer dad problems. maybe you get that. do you have a kid i can talk to?”

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chaoswields:

wanda was hesitant to reply, unsure of what she’d interrupted. her interpersonal skills were severly lacking and she didn’t want to worsen the situation. “i’m okay ━ but i get the feel that you’re lying. do you want to talk about it? or i can find somone better qualified to help you? maybe a puppy?” 

“you think you’re less qualified to talk to me than something that literally can’t talk?” he looks up, his eyes a little brighter. “i don’t think i’m the only one who has issues, dude,” he’s joking, but his smile still looks sad.

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a-certified-nutso:

“You don’t look fine,” Harley says softly. She didn’t need her degree in psychology to figure that one out. She inches closer, and puts a sympathetic hand on the person’s shoulder. “…You wanna talk about it?” she offers, her tone calm and reassuring.

if winn flinches at the touch to his shoulder, he hopes the woman doesn’t notice. or at least, point it out. “if i say i don’t want to talk about it, i’m basically admitting i have something to talk about,” he says, trying to smile. “so, uh, yeah? it’s just- daddy issues central, really.”

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rogueing:

 anna  marie  wrung  her  hands,  covered  in  their  white  gloves  as  always,  before  tucking  a  piece  of  hair  behind  her  ear.  she  didn’t  mean  to  stumble  upon  the  man..  crying.  it  was  just  she  was  lost  and  he  seemed  to  be  the  only  one  around,  but  that  didn’t  matter  now.  she  hated  seeing  people  cry.  “  has  anyone  ever  told  you  that  you’re  not  a  good  liar?  ”  she  moved  to  sit  next  to  him,  not  knowing  if  he  would  tell  her  to  leave  or  just  accept  it.  “  you  don’t  know  me,  but.  you  could  always  vent  if  you  need  it.  ”

“oh, all the time. daily, in fact.” he’s grateful for the change of topic. “i’m bad at lying- but i am very, very good at deflecting.” smiling at her, he wrings his hands on top of the table; his hands and his face seem to be at odds with each other. “i think i’ve probably reached a low point if i’m venting to a stranger.” he holds his hand out. “i’m winn.”

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thcsimmons:

“hey. it’s just me. you don’t have to pretend with me, remember?“ jemma had felt nothing but alone when she had arrived here without fitz and her team, the feeling had become suffocating when she realised that there wasn’t a simple fix to their situation and that it may become permanent. winn was one of the good ones, she trusted her judgement and he had helped keep her sane so the least she could do was return the favour. “why don’t i make us a cup of tea and you can tell me all about it?”

it’s only then that winn seems to register that it’s jemma. a friend, someone he’s spoken to often since arriving in fake york. “i know.” he says, quietly. winn doesn’t have a lot of close friends, but he’s much more comfortable in the role of the helper than the one being helped. his problems are usually kept to himself. “i’d prefer coffee. i know you brits love your tea.”

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kxradanvcrs:

Grinning over at her best friend, Kara crosses her arms and laughs at his own rambling, a flash of worry crossing when he mention having broken his hand. “Wait, what? When did that happen? Are you okay?” She questions and scrunches up her nose. “You do sound like me, welcome to my world, Winn, but really, I should have looked at where I was going.”

“oh, it was a while back! it was after the whole me-pretending-i-was-mugged thing. guardian, y’know? stressful!” he grins lazily. “i’m fine now!” he shakes his head, laughing. “you’re fine, kara. were you rushing somewhere?”

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koriandvrs:

kori blinked softly before a sad smile graced her lips as she moved next to the male, “i am more worried about you right now than myself. are you sure everything is okay?”

“bad day. bad month- actually. things are bad for just about everybody right now.” he smiles sadly, shrugs. “i’m winn-”

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dr-lindamartin:

Linda noticed the state of the other man pretty quickly, she just seemed to hone in on this sorta stuff these days. She sent him a small smile and plucked a tissue from her pocket (a trick she’d learnt early on, always carry tissues) and offered it to him, “Sure you are.” she said kindly, her voice soft, “You wanna talk about it?”

“it’s fine.” winn says, in a tone of voice that say’s that it’s absolutely not. “really- it’s just my dad’s birthday today. his first birthday since he- well, died. it’s dumb to get upset over- i didn’t like my dad- but it’s a bad date for me. date as in- calendar date. obviously.” he pauses, “i’m sorry- i don’t want to use you as my personal therapist, or anything.”

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fallenrxbin:

jason deadpan stares at the other. did he sound like he’s kidding? he was dead serious about it. “ i wasn’t kidding about the gang. ” he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arm. why does everyone think he’s joking when he says that he’s a major crime boss? is it his age? that’s bullshit. “ i actually have one && i actually give people benefits && paid vacations. if you have a kid, let me know and i’ll even send you a baby package. i believe firmly on paid maternity leave && support for parents when they have a baby. ” thankfully jason didn’t launch into his whole spiel about how maternity leave && support for parents are vital for the development of a better society - that is saved for another day. at the comment of being sue, the noirette looked unimpressed. “ do you need my name then? maybe a phone number so i can know the court date? need a heads up so i can pick out a good suit. i like to be accused for crimes in a fashionable way. ” though this time his body relaxes slightly, enjoying this fun banter with the other. “vigilantes? well then. you might want that phone number and name, because i am sure i can fulfill some of that fantasy of yours. ” 

“you- you’re in a gang? a crime ring thing? that rhymed. uh- look, i appreciate the offer, but i bruise really easily and with my emotional instability i don’t think i’d suit a crime ring. gang. are you in charge of it? i need to stop asking questions. um, so thank you for the offer, i’m sure the care packages are great but i’m a tech guy. i do tech- stuff. i don’t have a child- i don’t intend on having a child- but i mean, i’ve been called a child. many times. can i get anything for that?” the rambling words are complete with hand gestures, and a ridiculous smile. “oh- no- i’m not gonna sue. i don’t have the energy or the time or the lawyers for that. but- get yourself a suit anyway. i’m sure there’s some other unfortunate soul who you’ll punch in the face eventually, and they might not be so forgiving.” he’s joking, clear by the way he’s smiling. his eyes are practically lit up. winn is an incredibly awkward person - he always has been - but there’s something fun about it. “are there vigilantes in your crime ring? are you a vigilante? ‘cause if you are-” he winces, “-i probably need to apologise for being way too revealing. uh- oh! names. i’m winn. schott. winn schott. please don’t set your crime ring on me for like- harassment.”

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every day is winn schott appreciation day

day 66/∞

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it takes winn a good few seconds to notice that anybody’s even with him. he’s trying to be discreet as he wipes the (stupid, so stupid) tears from his eyes, but his shaky smile gives it away. “you okay?” he asks, rubbing under his nose with the back of his hand, sniffing. “cause i’m- i’m just fine-”

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fallenrxbin:

jason hisses at the other’s very obvious statement. yes. he had unfortunately punched the other like he had murder him instead of the joker. but in his defence, he was taken in surprise by the touch on his shoulder and panic over took his brain. “ honey. ” the noirette gives a deadpan stare at the other’s comment. “ have you heard of darwin’s theory of evolution? survival of the fittest? ” he rolls his eyes, trying to push down the guilt of the uncalled for punch. when the other continue to ramble on && on about how it was fine ( it really wasn’t fine but the confirmation was comforting ), jason couldn’t help but roll his eye. “ shame. you could join my gang. i offer very nice benefits and paid vacation hours. ” his body eases slightly at the joking banter between the two. “ once again. it was an accident. ” he hisses out the word with a glare. “ i am not going to punch you again. unless you really want me to. is it one of your kinks? i won’t judge. maybe a little. ”  

“yes, i’m aware of survival of the fittest. but that was back in the days where you had to kill a man to get the last woolly mammoth for dinner. now they’re extinct, and corner stores exist. so we’re past punching random strangers in the street.” his jaw is still a bit sore, but he’s had worse from work. his eyes light up, and he grins, “i know you’re kidding about this gang, but that sounds super cool. i have an awesome job, but say the word and i’ll abandon it.” he’s kidding, of course, the deo has given him the first sense of purpose he’s ever had in his life, but this random stranger doesn’t know that. “once again, i still got punched in the face. i could sue. i won’t, but i could. i think. i don’t know- i know some very clever people.” winn laughs, shaking his head at the other man’s slightly aggressive tone. “that’s not a kink i’m aware of. i have a thing for vigilantes, i think. i’ve never dated someone who wasn’t one. or wanted to date, actually. wow, i definitely have a thing for vigilantes. is there a name for that kink?”

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kxradanvcrs:

With a latte in one hand and a notepad filled with different pieces of paper sticking out of them in her other hand, Kara was making her way to where she was currently living because she wanted to start up on dinner and maybe invite up some of her friends but as she continued down the road, she looked down for a moment to catch the slipping paper and in that second, she felt somebody hit her shoulder, blue orbs widening when she remembers that hitting her felt like hitting a brick wall so it hurt them more than her. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry about that! I looked down for a moment and wasn’t paying attention, are you okay?”

winn loves kara, he really does, she’s one of his closest friends, but even he can admit that she’s super clumsy. for a superhero. “i’m fine! i know you’re all- steel-like-” at this he gestures at her, a grin on his face. “-but i’m tough. i’ve started boxing. well- i went to one session, i broke my hand- but i’ll go eventually. i’m an agent, i’m fine. i’m rambling! i’m practically you.”

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fallenrxbin:

“ look. ” jason takes a deep breath before continuing himself. “ to be fair, you took me by surprise and in this kind of situation, my only way to react to that is to punch you in the face. ” he carefully doesn’t add the ‘ be grateful it’s my fist and not my guns ’. rubbing his face a bit to ease out the tension from his body, he gives a glance at the other. ( he isn’t concerned, just being polite because this is kind of his fault ) “ just don’t do that next time. you might not be so lucky next time. ” he pauses a bit, “ are you alright? ” 

“dude, you punched me in the face!” winn says, hand flying up to his quickly reddening cheek. “you’ve got issues, man. why is it your reflex to punch someone in the face?” the way he’s saying could be rude, but the tone he’s saying them in is almost jovial, and he thinks he’s allowed to joke at the expense of someone who just punched him. if he gets punched again, he’ll just set alex on him, it’s fine. “look, i have experience with getting punched - i work in- a dangerous (?) business. i’m not in the mob- i’m not a jackass, either. i’m gonna stop talking. please don’t punch me again.”

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spidvyisms:

     ❝ well yeah, there’s a few comics here and there. though- with this whole world thing i’ve heard he’s you know- real- wonder if he you know- actually feels like steel ? can you prod him and break a finger ?? is he kinda like thor ?? ❞ peter knows he should probably focus elsewhere but having scene the heroes walking the streets- he just really wants to meet them all. he can almost hear someone yelling nerd at him from a distance. probably mj. ❝ who- wait a minute, pause- rewind, record scratch- as family ?! duuuuuude, you can’t just casually slip that into conversation holy- ❞ he blinks wide eyes at the man before him. ❝ that’s too high of a risk because someone is bound to be in the water. he can’t check all the water and what if someone falls in just as he’s about to freeze it. also where would it go ? wouldn’t it just melt again ? superman would have to keep freezing it constantly and summers coming up. ❞ a laugh slips free and he takes a mock bow. ❝ always here to provide the sane. but also couldn’t he like- fly around the earth, reverse time and then set stuff up to prevent the high levels of water to begin with ? cover the street in sponges, open up ditches to lead the water away, create blockages. ❞

“ i’ve hugged that man and he’s either really, really toned, or it’s the steel. i’m friends with his cousin- he once called me a genius, it’s probably still the best day of my life- and i’ve been to space!” winn’s bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid, knowing he’s showing off slightly. the teenager reminds him of himself at that age - or himself now - only without the childhood trauma. “dude, yes! i’m not- but officially, nope, i know nothing. you can call me jon snow- if you want. i’m actually called winn, though. nice to meet you, kid!” he’s talking at a speed that he would definitely be called out on if he was presenting information in the deo. this is how he gets when he’s excited, and it’s so nice to just be excited, even with all that’s going on around him. “i know supergirl from work, but we’re- y’know, we grab coffee. it’s fun, it’s chilled, she’s a friend.” something that the boy said before strikes him, “do you know thor? like, personally? is he as handsome up close because he’s- wow. i’ve seen photos.” back to the planning, he grins. “oh my god, kid, you’re a genius. you’re literally- do you have a job? cause i could get you a job. i think i could. i could try, i could definitely try. aren’t there heroes who can open portals and stuff? they could portal the water to abandoned places where no-one could get hurt, stuff like that. i mean, i helped fix a portal to an alien planet once, that’s an option. i could probably do that again if i get approval from my boss.”