The Eye of the Serpent

Ex-Ex-HYDRA agent, ex-SHIELD agent, sniper, constant tool of war. You want more information than that? Take me for coffee and maybe I'll tell you. [[Fair warning: Diana isn't the lovey-dovey, kind and happy type. She is sarcastic, sassy, and a downright bitch most of the time.The views/thoughts/feelings expressed by the muse are NOT shared by the mun!]] [[Hydra/SHIELD/Marvel OC. Mun and muse both over 21. Will be NSFW at times, with lots of swearing. Will RP with anyone from any fandom. Drop a note in my askbox if you'd like!]]

[doomedbabydoll]

[specialagentace]

“I don’t need you to treat me like a baby.” ~Diana Kelly

"You can’t walk."  He retorted as he shifted her in his arms, more for her comfort than his. Lifting her tiny frame put no strain on his system at all. It cost him more energy to stand up against her barrage of prickly comments than it did to carry her. 

"…and we are in something of a hurry."   The thunder of boots on steel-flooring behind them was a sharp reminder of the sticky situation they were in. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

Diana flinched as her leg shifted, the makeshift bandage tied tightly across her thigh already stained with blood that was beginning to seep down her leg.  She could already feel the blood loss, the weakness in her fingers and hands making her even more irate.  ”I might not be able to walk but I can still fight!  We could’ve bottlenecked them in that hallway, shot them down one at a time!  I thought you were programmed for tactics!”  

She fumbled a bit, drawing a pistol, a standard-issue .45, from her hip holster.  ”Lift me up a bit so I can use your shoulder as a rest.  I can give us some cover fire.”

[specialagentace]

Germaine hefted Diana up and draped her up over his shoulder as he picked up the pace.  He could hear the men gaining on them. 

This mission had been a FUBAR from the very beginning. They’d had the wrong clearance codes, but Diana had talked their way in. They’d gotten the wrong map - outdated by several years and the layout of the building had been changed so drastically that it had proved useless. They’d wasted too much time finding where they needed to be. They’d triggered an alarm. Passed by video surveillance. Gotten shot. 

And now Germaine was Princess-carrying Diana through the maze of architecture in an attempt to get the hell out of there, with a herd of security guards trampling after them. They were too far up to jump out of a window. Too low down to call for an aerial rescue. 

They really were in a hell of a bad situation. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

Diana braced her elbows against Germaine’s narrow but strong back.  ”Least amount of jostling possible, please.  Jesus christ OW,” she swore as her thigh knocked against the android’s metal arm.  ”Watch it!”

How had SHIELD fucked this up so badly?  The only reason they’d gotten this far was because of luck.  Luck and a bit of sweet talking a guard.  The rest was entirely on SHIELD.  The clearance, the map, the lack of backup.  This was supposed to have been an easy in-and-out.  Smash ‘n’ grab.  Cake, right?

Apparently not.

Diana watched as not one but two security guards peeked themselves around the corner they had just passed.  The gun bucked lightly in her hands and a loud ‘CRACK’ echoed through the halls as her bullet clipped the concrete near the first one’s face, sending him scurrying backward.  The second barreled forward, getting a bullet whizzing past his ear for his trouble.  She could feel blood in her shoe now, the slow leak having spread into her combats and squishing gently under heel.

Fuck.

"Double time double time!  We need to hit the ground floor!"

[specialagentace]

"Which do you want?"  He called as he picked up the pace, slamming a foot into a locked door with an amount of force only an android could muster. The solid metal door buckled and flew off it’s hinges, revealing a narrow stairwell spiraling ever downward.  "Less Jostling or more speed? I can’t do both!"  

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

"I mean, I'd like to not get shot again, preferably!"  Another two rounds landed in the linoleum tiles, making the security agents chasing them skitter backward yet again.  "And I'm running out of ammo.  So more speed!"

[specialagentace]

“I don’t need you to treat me like a baby.” ~Diana Kelly

"You can’t walk."  He retorted as he shifted her in his arms, more for her comfort than his. Lifting her tiny frame put no strain on his system at all. It cost him more energy to stand up against her barrage of prickly comments than it did to carry her. 

"…and we are in something of a hurry."   The thunder of boots on steel-flooring behind them was a sharp reminder of the sticky situation they were in. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

Diana flinched as her leg shifted, the makeshift bandage tied tightly across her thigh already stained with blood that was beginning to seep down her leg.  She could already feel the blood loss, the weakness in her fingers and hands making her even more irate.  ”I might not be able to walk but I can still fight!  We could’ve bottlenecked them in that hallway, shot them down one at a time!  I thought you were programmed for tactics!”  

She fumbled a bit, drawing a pistol, a standard-issue .45, from her hip holster.  ”Lift me up a bit so I can use your shoulder as a rest.  I can give us some cover fire.”

[specialagentace]

Germaine hefted Diana up and draped her up over his shoulder as he picked up the pace.  He could hear the men gaining on them. 

This mission had been a FUBAR from the very beginning. They’d had the wrong clearance codes, but Diana had talked their way in. They’d gotten the wrong map - outdated by several years and the layout of the building had been changed so drastically that it had proved useless. They’d wasted too much time finding where they needed to be. They’d triggered an alarm. Passed by video surveillance. Gotten shot. 

And now Germaine was Princess-carrying Diana through the maze of architecture in an attempt to get the hell out of there, with a herd of security guards trampling after them. They were too far up to jump out of a window. Too low down to call for an aerial rescue. 

They really were in a hell of a bad situation. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

Diana braced her elbows against Germaine's narrow but strong back.  "Least amount of jostling possible, please.  Jesus christ OW," she swore as her thigh knocked against the android's metal arm.  "Watch it!"

How had SHIELD fucked this up so badly?  The only reason they'd gotten this far was because of luck.  Luck and a bit of sweet talking a guard.  The rest was entirely on SHIELD.  The clearance, the map, the lack of backup.  This was supposed to have been an easy in-and-out.  Smash 'n' grab.  Cake, right?

Apparently not.

Diana watched as not one but two security guards peeked themselves around the corner they had just passed.  The gun bucked lightly in her hands and a loud 'CRACK' echoed through the halls as her bullet clipped the concrete near the first one's face, sending him scurrying backward.  The second barreled forward, getting a bullet whizzing past his ear for his trouble.  She could feel blood in her shoe now, the slow leak having spread into her combats and squishing gently under heel.

Fuck.

"Double time double time!  We need to hit the ground floor!"

[specialagentace]

“I don’t need you to treat me like a baby.” ~Diana Kelly

"You can’t walk."  He retorted as he shifted her in his arms, more for her comfort than his. Lifting her tiny frame put no strain on his system at all. It cost him more energy to stand up against her barrage of prickly comments than it did to carry her. 

"…and we are in something of a hurry."   The thunder of boots on steel-flooring behind them was a sharp reminder of the sticky situation they were in. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

Diana flinched as her leg shifted, the makeshift bandage tied tightly across her thigh already stained with blood that was beginning to seep down her leg.  She could already feel the blood loss, the weakness in her fingers and hands making her even more irate.  "I might not be able to walk but I can still fight!  We could've bottlenecked them in that hallway, shot them down one at a time!  I thought you were programmed for tactics!"  

She fumbled a bit, drawing a pistol, a standard-issue .45, from her hip holster.  "Lift me up a bit so I can use your shoulder as a rest.  I can give us some cover fire."

[agentmacmurray-archive-blog]

outoftea

So… I’ve been reading old RPs…

Very bad for my health, I imagine.

But now I want Genderbent!Ellis stuff.

Because lets face it, Jenna Coleman is adorable and sassy and PERFECT.

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

And now I want Genderbent!Diana. Dangit Ellis. See what you do to me?

[agentmacmurray-archive-blog]

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

*Grumps in your general direction*

[specialagentace]

Getting frustrated with nothing I own having any value.

I work hard and save up to get these things… And then when it comes time to let them go, they are worthless.

I’m looking at you college. This is just a game to you, but this is my life.

Spent $175 on this book and you want to give me $16. And you know I’m desperate enough to take it because you have profiteered things to the point you KNOW I have no money.

Thanks for being an institution focused on education (of how fat you can make your wallet and how thin you can make mine).

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

I totally feel you.  I just turned in, like, seven books.  And got $23.50.  That's not even enough to pay for the poster they're forcing me to make for my final research project.  That I'm only gonna use for 2 hours.

Not to mention I've got a fucking parking ticket worth $25 now too.  I'm so irritated.  I got there less than an hour after they gave me the damn ticket.  UGH.

[agentmacmurray-archive-blog]

outoftea

So… I’ve been reading old RPs…

Very bad for my health, I imagine.

But now I want Genderbent!Ellis stuff.

Because lets face it, Jenna Coleman is adorable and sassy and PERFECT.

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

And now I want Genderbent!Diana. Dangit Ellis. See what you do to me?

[captainsteveamerica]

Marvel's Burn Book.

"This is Captain Rogers. I’m not sure if you’re hearing me- but there’s a matter I have to bring to the attention of all those who I’m able to reach.

We are under attack. SHIELD. The Avengers- HYDRA, all of us. The whole Marvel RP community. 

You know that feeling you get sometimes, when you think people are saying things behind your back? That maybe rumors about you have done a few circles of the Earth before you’ve had time to get out of bed? Friends suddenly abandoning you? Perhaps people even beginning to say hurtful things to you?

You want to know the truth? That gut instinct isn’t wrong.I’m talking about Marvel’s Burn Book. This blog openly, and voluntarily solicits anonymous hate about named individuals. The comments it distributes are hurtful in nature, often profane, and downright awful. 

I know we are better than this, Fandom. I want to say that you’ve let me down, but I won’t. Because you haven’t. Not yet. I need you. I need you to spread this message, these exact words- 

I ask only that you not alter them, escalating the situation is an outcome we absolutely must avoid. 

Do not fight hate with hate. It makes you as bad as the haters. Trust me, folks- just don’t.  It’s never worth it because, in the end, when the game is over- all the chess pieces go into the same box.

What I’m asking of you, is that you do not endorse the burn book, or submit to it.

Yes, I agree that not everyone will get along with everyone 100% of the time. But just because you don’t like the way someone does something- doesn’t justify you in sending downright emotionally hurtful messages about them. Anonymously and behind their backs? That’s even worse.

I understand that by siding with me, you might attract some unwanted attention of the malicious kind. That you feel that by getting involved, you might get hurt. I understand if you would rather pass this post by and have nothing to do with it. 

But, as long as I live, no matter how much hate I receive… I will not back down. I will not stop.

No-one deserves to have their feelings abused. RP’ing is a hobby, and it’s supposed to be fun. We’ve lost good people. Our friends.

I refuse to let more names be added to this list. 

Send me hate all you want. I’m not going anywhere.

The price of freedom is high, but it’s one I’m willing to pay, and I bet I’m not the only one.”

[a-sleep-deprived-student]

(x)

[godblessprincess-deactivated201]

[agentsterling]

Switching Sides

[agentsterling]

"No." He growled, his voice dropping to almost deadpan. "I may not look it because I’m just a desk jockey, but I’ve been through torture, sniped in the chest, and shot in the thigh. Had my nose broken twice by these fucking idiots. My wrist broken. A bullet graze isn’t so bad. It’s gonna suck when I have to climb up there but for now I’ve got the adrenaline stifling the pain. So stop trying to put me into a little box or figure me out." 

Sterling took back the rifle as he helped her through, looking down as she went. 

"Believe me. I won’t." He said in an almost insulting tone, but he tried to match her smirk to show he was being playful. 

Sterling took one last glance toward the door of the elevator as if to make sure it wasn’t going to open leaving him a sitting duck standing there, he pushed the rifle up to her and jumped to take her hand when she offered it. His fingers gripped the edge of the hatch and he strained to pull himself up. Groans echoed through the elevator shaft as he closed his eyes tightly from the pain of his arm. The extra outcries seemed to give him the strength he needed to get at least his upper body where it needed to be before he let out a sigh of relief and took a one second break for his arm. The rest would come easier. 

Making it to the top he panted and checked his bandages to see if he had started bleeding again. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

"Sheesh.  Didn't mean to bring up the old war stories there, scout."  Hooking an arm under his good shoulder, Diana helped haul the other agent up and through the ceiling and into the darkened shaft.  It was a bit of an undignified entrance for the normally well-groomed agent, but one couldn't really be picky with how one entered an elevator shaft.  Coated in a layer of dust and oil, the floor was slightly sticky with black residue.  "Ugh.  This'll take forever to clean out.  If I'd known that HYDRA was moving today, I would've worn my combat fatigues."

Jumping back down the hole for a split second, Diana pressed the button for the floor beneath the armory, then quickly scrambled back on top of the elevator as the doors dinged closed.  The air rushed by the two of them as it dropped, descending further down into the building.  "Why didn't they tell us they were moving today?!"  She had to shout to be heard over the wind and creaking of metal.  "Did you know?  Cuz they sure as hell didn't tell me!"

[inboxideas]

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

(anons welcome)

[agentsterling]

Switching Sides

[agentsterling]

Sterling did not like this plan at all. He didn’t move at first but he tried to rationalize it out. They were in close quarters. If she turned the gun toward him he would have to keep his guard up and push the nose of the gun away from him and disarm her if he could.

"Well, it’s a fucking elevator. I’m tall. And it’s a long ass rifle. There’s really no missing. But fine." He tilted the gun down and handed it to her, defenses up but only mentally. "Besides, I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks. Or feels."

He had to get her trust, even if it meant momentarily trusting her in return.

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

"Oh god.  You're one of those 'It's not so bad! See?  My arm's only half off!' types, aren't you?"  Easily lifting the gun to her shoulder, Diana nestled the stock into the corner of flesh just under her collarbone as she took easy aim.  It was nice, for once, to have a stationary target.  At close range.  "If you are, fucking stop.  That's obnoxious and makes it look like you're trying too hard."

Squeezing the trigger, Diana watched as the .223 Remington round blew a hole in the locking mechanism with a boom.  In the confined space, the sound reverberated.  Even with a suppressor, the sound was enough to rattle her bones.  Diana smirked.  It had been too long since she'd shot a gun.  The rifle felt natural in her hands, all cool metal smelling of gun oil, burnt powder, and the odd, pepperminty smell from a source she never could identify.  She was loathe to surrender it to the other agent, but if she didn't, he'd more than likely attack her.

Which wouldn't end well for either party.

Sliding the safety back into position, she held the rifle out to Sterling.  "Here.  Can't really hold that while I'm climbing through the hatch, now can I?"  She pushed against the access hatch, having to jump slightly to reach.  With a noise of metal-on-metal as the now-destroyed lock scraped past itself, it opened, revealing a square of blackness.  "Now, I'll climb up and then lend you a hand."  Another small jump and her fingers were hooked on either side of the trapdoor, toes a few inches off the ground.  "Just don't stare at my ass as I climb up, tempting though it may be.  I won't hesitate to kick you."  Another grin, an easy pull-up, and she was through the hatch.  Cake.

[actionfigurephoto-blog]

[agentsterling]

Switching Sides

[agentsterling]

"I know what an elevator hatch is. I’m not an idiot. I was just in the stairs. It’s not bad. Most people have already evacuated by now." She was making this needlessly complicated but he needed her so he stifled a growl and followed her in. He was trying to picture how he was going to climb up without having to set down his rifle where she could take it from him. 

He offered his hands to give her a boost up to the door, the rifle at his side. 

"You’re just as infuriating as openly HYDRA as you were SHIELD. At least you’re consistent." If dying labeled a traitor was bad enough, dying labeled a traitor in this girl’s company felt even worse. He groaned, lifting her up. His bandaged arm was still in a good bit of pain but he sucked it up as best he could to push her up through the opening. He was sure she could do it herself but any bit of help, no matter how much he complained through it, was an unconscious point in his favor of being on her team. 

[sharp-eyed-lernaean]

"Consistent?"  Diana quirked an eyebrow and couldn't help a small smirk.  "I'm offended, Agent Sterling.  Consistency is overrated.  Unpredictability is all the rage.  Hadn't you heard?"  Accepting the boost up, she was easily able to reach the door.  Pushing slightly, she felt the door give just the barest bit.  Enough to see the locking mechanism on the other side, but not enough to be able to reach through and open it.  "Yup.  Locked.  We're gonna have to shoot it open."

Jumping down, she turned to face him.  Time for a true test of this shaky alliance they'd formed.  Let's see how much or how little he trusted her.  "Hand me the rifle.  I'm a better shot and I'll be able to blast this fucker open easier than you will.  Not to mention you're not looking too good."  She motioned toward his injured arm.  "No offense, but your aim is already bad.  With your arm compromised as fuck, I think I should be the one with the weapon."

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