#agent-hummingbird

[atma-ka-ajna]

∞

Anja had never felt so bold, but there were many things she had not done before this night. Half-naked in the dim light of a waning moon, she straddled the other's lap, delighted by the shallow breaths she'd evoked from her partner.

Her fingers teased the agent, drew even more sighs and whines as they played in the agent's office. Anja dipped her head, expecting to press another heated kiss to the SHIELD agent's lips. Instead, Grace had leaned back just enough to throw Anja off and their lips met gently instead.

Grace's hands were on Anja's waist, thumbs gently brushing at the mutant's body, drawing shivers as she touched on sensitive skin. Their mouths came together, seemed to stop time as they kissed. It was gentleness itself, almost tender as Anja cradled the other's head in her hands. Warmth spread through her body again, and as they pulled apart, Anja leaned her forehead against the other. "Grace," she breathed, lips brushing against a soft cheek, soft skin that ran down taut muscles--

The door opened and an unbearable flooded the room. Anja wrapped her arms around the agent, twisted in her spot to see a dark figure in the doorway, with overwhelming flames dancing behind him. Anja tried to speak but the heat seemed to sear her lungs. She couldn't even scream. The heat seemed to push them from the floor, pushing the three of them higher and higher through the fire that had no end. Anja made to get up from her seat, but there was nowhere to go so high in the air.

"Don't stop on my account," the figure murmured, voice deep, as seductive as it was terrifying. "By all means, puppet... make her dance."

Anja woke up screaming. Her footing slipped and she fell back onto the shingles of the roof, the cold air slicing at her through her bedclothes. She grabbed frantically at her arms and legs to make sure they had not been seared away by flame. Overcome with relief, Anja began to sob, if only with relief at the fact that she could.

[atma-ka-ajna]

∇

Anja assumes that she, like all SHIELD agents, will be exceedingly intimidating.

[atma-ka-ajna]

kid meme thing: Grace and Anja!!

Name: Dee

Gender: Genderqueer

General Appearance: Tall, thin, brown eyes and hair, light skin,

Personality: Quiet and reserved. Having gone through a fair amount of trauma, they do their best to fly under the radar. Underneath the caution, they are incredibly kind and probably wiser than they have a right to be.

Special Talents: 

Who they like better: They like both “parents” equally and like the fact that both are more involved and protective than their actual parents.

Who they take after more: Neither, though a parallel could be drawn between Anja’s reluctance to interact with people in her initial entry into the world and Dee’s initial reluctance to trust the women.

Personal Head canon: Anja and Grace are not Dee’s legal parents and only met them when they were 15 years old. Still, the couple refused to allow this teenager to languish in an abusive household and while Dee has finally managed to get onto their own two feet, they still stay more often with Anja and Grace than at their own apartment.

Face Claim:

[corporalthompson-blog]

//that symbol i can't so because phone

Who?

Grace is smart, she’s steering clear of Osborn for now. At least I haven’t seen her around at HAMMER. It’s only a matter of time though, that bastard could convince anyone to do anything, god knows I’ve fallen for it enough times. If he gets his hands on her hacker skills, its over. I wish I could warn her, I wish I could say anything at all. I dunno where she’s gone, but I hope she stays safe at least.

[bannerandthebeast]

Lola's (@The Agent formerly known as Grace)

He was there nearly twenty minutes before noon. Bruce ordered himself a tea, but his hands were too shaky to even touch the cup. His nerves were shot. He felt exhausted, and yet the day had barely begun. He pulled his jacket tighter around him and waited, shutting his eyes tight for a moment and trying to breathe in a breath of calm.

[bannerandthebeast]

ooc: Quick question...

If I wrote up a para about one of the letters, would anyone reply? Or would anyone else LIKE a letter?

I feel like Bruce is keeping all these unsent letters in a box... I feel like that box needs to be found.

[thearmouredavenger-blog]

Grace and Tony || M!A

You have got to be kidding me.

I only just got rid of this curse.

Curse? Surely I can't be that bad...

[whydoyouwantalltheirbooks]

Too late -Nona

Nona

I didn't know you well, I suppose. Apart from the whole fighting aliens thing, we never really knew each other. Starting to regret that, now. All the people I didn't speak to, or lost touch with.

You're sixteen. You have a brother. I - the Doctor, he has the universe, and his TARDIS. I'd rather he not have to give it up just because of me doing this. So one last favour - or not favour, I suppose, this is probably too big to count as one - look after Mattie for me. He can't go with Doc, and... well, you know. I won't be there. I'm sorry. You were brilliant.

Ian