#agentheugh

[shieldagentmorgan]

EXCUSE ME WHILE I DIE FOREVER!

WAS GOING TO GO TO THE STORE, GET LUNCH, NOPE DEAD.

SORRY ALL DEAD.

I AM DEAD.

WHY DEAD?!

BLAME HEUGH. ALL HIS FAULT!

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH

*ded*

[starkindustrics]

A ghosting touch breathes to his arm. So melancholy. Was that lips to a slumbering Tony's that lingers, holds as if so afraid to let go? So palpable, so electric, it almost strikes a physical embodiment of forlorn anguish into the pleasantly lukewarm black of Stark's room; it whispers," Love you Tony. Don't wait up." Oh, so warm, so rich with the scent of Camel smoke and strong coffee, so very gone should the engineer's eyes come open. Jacob Heugh was nowhere to be found.

Love never hurt. No, oh no. It’s not the affection nor the infatuation that really brought tears welling to the eyes, but rather the bit which concerns falling; falling head over heels in indisputable ardor for another being which induced a sort of pain that was acute and inevitable. Tony’s been at it before, the fires scalding skin as if they were fresh burns even with the years bygone; the absence as a bereft gap that mellowed into one hauntingly stultified perception towards romance. Yet with foolish persuasion, he tumbled once more like before.

And oh, did it scald him so.

He was asleep, yet not entirely unaware of how the dip by his side rose to a gradual flatness. The weight there was gone, as was the permeating warmth from a night before; limbs melted into crumpled sheets and a draft sliced at bare skin.He could’ve left for a glass of water, he inferred. Or maybe popped down to catch up with the game. Jacob was quite an avid sports fan where baseball was concerned, or so he was led to believe. All of these conjunctures mounted up atop the reality of his predicament, which he opted to disregard. But deep down, a little voice pointed out that this was different. This absence wasn’t temporal. No, not at all. Like a film reel being rewound, he could picture it all, Heugh with his lone suitcase, silhouette by an ajar door.

Why Heugh? Why? Not a note written nor a word said. Why did you leave?

It took only a crack of the eyelids to reaffirm the irrevocable truth.

You’d leave anyway. I knew you would.

You were just like the others.

[agentham]

agentheugh replied to your post: Headcanon:

-POWER FROWNS-

I love you.

Makeup sex?

[agentham]

Headcanon:

Some nights she wonders what he's working on so late.

Other nights she wonders what he's really doing.

But every night she misses him.

And every night she forgives him.

[agentmorris]

Ham/Heugh

Name: Mackenzie Heugh

Gender: Female

General Appearance:

Personality: Theatrical, a ‘ham’ if you will, lives in her own world, imaginative

Special Talents: Knows everything there is about dinosaurs

Who they like better: Heugh

Who they take after more: Definitely Ham

Personal Head canon: While she had the talent to work as an undercover agent for SHIELD, she decided to become a stand up comic instead.

[starkindustrics]

//it's just so empty without heughmun around. *sigh*

[through-dreams-i-wander-blog]

theadjudicator replied to your post: Do you ship...

//do you ship us even though we don’t have a story yet because i ship us [//flaps away and stops being a creep dfljlkjg]

//is this my final invitation for the odd circle of fuck-buddies (but secretly more than that) thing you seem to have with Blacksmith, Heugh, and Kite? God, yes, can we just get all of them at one table? Because that would be hilarious.

[akihiro-daken1]

agentheugh is in your sights

Daken was, against all reason and instinct, tracking the known SHIELD agents around New York. He knew where their office building was, though even he had yet to figure out the barbershop entrance, and so he staked it out by sitting at a cafe down the street every so often and watching the comings and goings.

There was one he liked to watch most of all, because he could sense... almost a kindred spirit, but on the other side of that thin grey line.

Ah yes, there he is now...