#agentmpmorgan

[aspiredignition]

"Please tell me you got me curly fries with that milkshake, and not regular fries."

[fiivealarmfiire]

HYDRA agent. That was the target. Recognized from the Triskellion, and had since become Hunter's mission to track. If he was all the way off outside a New York apartment block now, it meant he was doing something shady. And only five minutes prior, had Hunter found out what.

SHIELD agents stayed here.

The man was loitering, and thus so did Hunter, hanging around a few metres away in his car and waiting for his target to show. And just as he started to wonder if there was anything to worry about at all, a man walked out. And the agent was on the move.

He didn't wait after that. Within seconds, he was out of the car, gun armed and ready, waiting for an opening.

"C'mon... c'mon, move..."

[aspiredignition]

     "We need to talk, Mike." She said it while doing her work at her dining room table. While they spent plenty of time at the Morgan's, Angie had decided to come back to her place to give them some space. Even so, her mood had waxed and waned in a variety of ways lately. She had yet to explain why, though, and she thought it might be about time to open up.

[aspiredignition]

"Coffeeee."

[forgerextraordinaire]

agentmpmorgan

[A potential new job, there for the taking if he wanted. The problem was he didn't know if he should go or not.]

[aspiredignition]

     "Hey, babe? I'm home."

     Home had become plural. Home as in her house, home as in Pen's house, home as in with Mike. As long as he was there, she could call it that. Honestly, seeing Ellis had been strange. She wanted to talk about that, but she didn't even know if Mike knew he was around.

     It wouldn't surprise her if Mike knew and Penelope didn't, though. One big secret getting tiptoed around his wife did not surprise her.

[agentmpmorgan]

He leaned in, whispering softly into his ear, “A good soldier knows when to follow orders, and when to give them.”

Nimble fingers pushed past his waistband, beginning to stroke him quickly, “Now where do I punish you? Against the wall? Over the couch? Face down in bed?”

[forgerextraordinaire]

"And you were always a good soldier, weren't you," he teased in return, ignoring the way his body responded to the feeling of his breath over his ear. Eames was all but putty in Mike's hands. Whatever he wanted to do he would let him. Though he had a feeling just what he was going to do to him. And he would fight him at all for it.

Another whine slipped from his lips at the feeling of Mike's hand stroking his member. "Where do you want me," he asked, his eyes threatening to roll back into his head. It was a miracle he could actually get the words out with the feelings he was currently feeling. "Couch's closer but bed would be easier on us both. Up to you, though."

[forgerextraordinaire]

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