The Vampire is a Lady

A Lady, A Vampire, A Servant in Her Majesty’s Security Services, British Aristocrat, and Hellfire Member. In service since WWII: Royal Army SAS. Former SOE operative affiliated with Military Intelligence, Service 13 (paranormal intelligence)

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#CaptainBritain

#MI13

Publisher: MarvelPublication Date: May 14, 2008 - July 22, 2009 Writer: Paul CornellPenciler: Leonard Kirk (#1-4, 6-15), Pat Olliffe (#5), Mike Collins (#9, 11), Ardian Syaf (#13-14)Inker: Jesse Delperdang (#1-6), Scott Hanna (#3), Michael Bair (#7-8), Jay Leisten (#7-15), Craig Yeung (#7-8, 13-14), Cam Smith (#9), and Robin Riggs (#11)Colorist: Brian Reber (#1-15), Raul Trevino (#5, 9, 11), and John Rauch (#7)Letterer: Joe Caramagna The Skrull Invasion isn’t restricted to the US. When the Skrull Invasion hits England, only Captain Britain and MI: 13 stand in their way, but repelling this threat comes at a price. Now all kinds of magical evil has been released across Britain and its up to Captain Britain and Pete Wisdom’s MI: 13 to stop it.

CAPTAIN BRITAIN and MI-13 (1 to 15) [ENG]

[spitfireandfangs]

Anyone up for starters or to discuss plots, like or send me a message! 

[misterwisdom]

[misterwisdom]

misterwisdom:

Brilliant. Nothing. Except the %#@&%#$ Green Goblin thinks I’m a bit like him.

[misterwisdom]

“Might be connected to something else but it’s not of any concern of yours just yet. Right now I just want to make sure that these artifacts get back where they’re supposed to be before anything can happen.”

[spitfireandfangs]

“You say that like something hasn’t -already- happened, my darling Director.” As soon as she finished that statement, there was another sound that broke their conversation. Gunfire from within the building started, a window on the second floor rained shards on the men still standing on the pavement. 

The man who had been more attentive to his phone suddenly yelled: “Get in there! Get me the case!” This caused the second man to tense and then move for the door to enter the building. “Never trust a woman to negotiate,” the man then barked, seemingly to himself as he banged his fist against the car window for someone to open it.

This elicited a scoff from Jackie. “Rude. Do we watch some more or make a go of it?”

[daintydormer-blog]

[misterwisdom]

Sill unconvinced, he pulled out his mobile and showed her the information.

“I need your help with a small matter. Dubious lot potentially smuggling artifacts of a magical nature. Should be able to take care of it together.”

[spitfireandfangs]

“Oh,” Jackie coos as she leans in to look at the mobile screen. “Oh!” 

“That’s not something everyday riff raff out of the flat blocks would know about. You think there is a deeper connection to an organisation? Or are we playing that by ear?”

[daftorpunk]

[misterwisdom]

he shot her a dirty look, silently questioning if she was joking. “As I said, don’t cause a scene, alright?”

[spitfireandfangs]

Jackie raised her hand, palm out. “My word, you have it.” She looked around a moment after making note of his tense posture.

“So what is it you need? Besides a pint and pretty face.”

[misterwisdom]

@spitfireandfangs

“Do us a favor and try not to cause a scene, yeah?”

[spitfireandfangs]

“My lovely Director, would I do that to you?” Jackie looked up a moment as if you watch for lightning overhead. 

[scodelarioss]

[spitfireandfangs]

Between jobs.

“Jim Hammond.” Her silvery voice rung out from across the street. A couple of random faces turned to look momentarily at the blonde but didn’t stop or pay much mind. The pointed toes of her heeled shoes turned to face the man across the road now. More deliberately taking inventory of his attire and well-being. 

“Are you lost, young man?” That playful smirk turned up a corner of lips as she waited for his answer. The breeze blew through her hair and the edges of her jacket, but the Englishwoman wasn’t bothered at all. 

[thetxrch-archive]

Given how he tended to blend in with the crowd in a way the other Invaders generally didn’t, it made people calling out his name all the rarer. Hence why he looked up from the store window he was checking out when she called him. Waved his hand in a friendly manner.

“I’ll have you know, I’m seventy-six now,” he replied in a matter of fact manner. Even going as far as to puff out his chest a bit as he spoke. Not that there wasn’t a good amount of humor in his voice and a small smile on his face.

[spitfireandfangs]

Jackie might have tackled him in a hug if there weren’t so many people on the street to notice her speeding across the lane. So, rather mundanely, she walked across the street to speak in a more close quarters voice. 

“You look great for seventy-six, luv. If you were wondering. Still doesn’t make you older than I am, either.” Her slightly chill lips pressed a chaste kiss to his check in greeting. 

“Out shopping? Need help?” There was a small, just undeniable twinkle in her eye when she asked. Gore, grit, and decades couldn’t take the luster out of this woman, nor her love for rather girlish things.

[spitfireandfangs]

“Why are we whispering? And why do you look surprised?” Suddenly her eyes narrow, as if reflexively to the next question. “Are you waiting for someone… else?”

[notcaptainbritain-deact]

His breath hitches in his throat, but he swallows hard, trying not to think about how radiant her golden outline looks against the moonlight she’s framed by and instead focuses very hard on how much the accusatory note in her voice annoys him.

“First off, we’re whispering because this is a covert operation and I’m trying not to break noise discipline. And no, actually, the only person I was waiting for was the target- I was told this was to be an MI5 op, and I was to be the only pair of boots on the ground. There was no mention of your lot in the briefing.”

[spitfireandfangs]

Long fingers tighten, though gently, over the curve of his shoulder. “Joe, these days most local aggro is M13 type’a trouble.” A teasing smirk taunts him for a short moment, the same way she imagined her perfume did being this close. Her hand lingered selfishly before slipping away to turn her attention to where Joe had been looking.

“How long have you been here?” The continued whispering really wasn’t entirely professional. “You-” 

There was noise- a car- that pulled up nearby that caused her to quiet. Two men, both in suits, exit the vehicle onto the pavement. One takes an obvious look around, the muscle always does. The other continues to check his phone. 

“Are you lot tracking that mobile? Or we lookin’ for’a woman?” 

[leilighet]

[kii-nam]

Reblog if your Muse has a kill count of 5+

[spitfireandfangs]

Between jobs.

“Jim Hammond.” Her silvery voice rung out from across the street. A couple of random faces turned to look momentarily at the blonde but didn’t stop or pay much mind. The pointed toes of her heeled shoes turned to face the man across the road now. More deliberately taking inventory of his attire and well-being. 

“Are you lost, young man?” That playful smirk turned up a corner of lips as she waited for his answer. The breeze blew through her hair and the edges of her jacket, but the Englishwoman wasn’t bothered at all. 

[chamber-k6821]

[grootiepie]

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