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[agentsharon13-blog]

Lesson on Leaving (Sharon & Shae)

Sitting at the Fox Hole, a local hole-in-the-wall bar favored by only the lower scale sportsmen of the New York area and the person she was about to meet, Sharon did a double take at her phone. She was honestly surprised Shae had agreed to meet her so quickly. Normally, when Sharon disappeared for months without so much as a simple text to the other woman, they went through a rough patch. One consisting of ignoring the other, making snide comments, and avoiding each other at all cost. But, this time as soon as Sharon has set foot back in New York, with the smell of pollution surrounding the air, she had asked the other agent to meet her here, hoping to call a truce before having to go through the normal routine.

Sharon hadn't meant for it to happen this time. She had received coordinates and a target on her phone from Agent Hill late in the evening a few months back. Before she had time to let anyone know that she was leaving, she had been whisked away, told to leave all of her belonging behind and given all the information on her latest undercover assignment. Everything had happened so fast, she honestly didn't have the time. The blonde had thought seriously about sending a quick message to Shae on her burn phone during the plane ride, but had thought against it, knowing S.H.I.E.L.D. would have seen it and accused her of compromising a mission before she had even started it. 

Now, sipping on her second drink, she only had one thing to worry about; Explaining the situation to Shae without small insults being thrown. The last time she had even seen the other woman was when they had woken up in space, too hungover from the night before to remember anything about how they had gotten there. 

Hearing the sound of the swinging door, Sharon propped her head up on her elbows. She could see the brunette make a quick scan of the room, like any trained agent would, before making eye contact with herself. Sharon didn't bother with a friendly smile, just chose to raise up her glass and signal the other woman over. "Shae Wiley, let me start by saying you haven't changed a bit since I've been gone. And before we get in to that, it's good to see you again."

[erosoftitan-a]

Battle of Detroit: Team Two || Starfox, Agent Hummingbird, The Mechanist

Detroit.

Starfox had never been. Living Lightning had sent him a video message when he’d come out of the closet (whatever that meant) and had stumbled upon the Great Lakes Avengers. He didn’t have anything nice to say about the city, and he was from the hood (whatever that meant), so it must have been terrible. That was before it was destroyed. Well, no; apparently the city had been slowly destroyed for decades upon decades, with abandoned neighborhoods and developments stretching on for miles and rotting and spreading like an infected wound. It was called, in English, ‘Urban Decay.’

These enemies they were facing – well, not Starfox and not Agent Hummingbird, as they were to deal with the civilians to try to get information about them – they were terrifying, horrific geniuses and no one knew how far they would go. They were already killing innocents left and right; the local police force, outmanned and outgunned on the most peaceful of days, called in the New York City-based heroes and S.H.I.E.L.D. to deal with them as a supernatural threat. Their M.O. was construction of machines of destruction, and their motives were completely unknown.

The redhead wished that there were more Avengers coming along. In fact, he was technicallythe only Avenger sent for this operation, but these two maniacs had picked a very bad time (or, perhaps, the best time) to go crazy. At least Eros’s unique abilities would be of particular use, since he wasn’t sure what he could do about the technorganic machines he’d seen. If one were to build an army of robots made of abandoned parts, Detroit was the place to do it. If one were to tear apart innocent people in painful, torturous gore, Detroit was the home of the destitute, who the rest of the country would forget about after a click of the tongue. The Titan knew this only from the view he had flying over this giant, smoking urban carcass.

He knew that if this had been New York or Los Angeles, it wouldn’t have gotten this far. They would have been stopped sooner. He was reminded of Monica, and her home of New Orleans, and a hurricane – he’d missed it – it had a lovely name, Katrina? He bit the insides of his cheeks at the imperfections of all sentient beings and looked to the human Agent Hummingbird as the Quinjet descended. He’d never actually worked with the Agent, only having spoken with her in the halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ when visiting for some reason or another. He was under the impression that she was a hacker or computer technician of some sort. Maybe she was supposed to find a way to stop the machinery using, oh, electromagnetic pulses or something? The camp would make a good base of operations.

He didn’t notice how uncomfortable he was until he was already standing up to exit the vehicle. The Quinjet’s engines powered down, the mighty roar turning into a purr into a moan into a whisper with impressive speed.  Light blue eyes peered out into a desolate lot and into a silence so profound it sounded like someone had put reality on mute. He dared to check, for a split-second, for the emotions, and just as he expected it was a blaring cacophony of terror and anguish and pain, collected and concentrated inside the large structure before them. The empath winced and gathered his calming essence in his mind; a pleasure that would be subtle enough partly to avoid cognitive dissonance and partly so that its area of effect would be greater. His physical appearance to the victims inside would also help because of the association – a placebo effect of sorts.

He did not approach the building, though, instead waiting for Agent Hummingbird to join him, and waiting for any special instructions. Just maybe he was also hesitating – though he would always brashly charge into battle against powerful foes, coming face to face with suffering innocents took far more bravery. 

[bannerandthebeast]

Light the Fuse || Shae & Bruce

"Shae... You're looking... particularly angry," Bruce said, frowning ever so slightly and pushing himself away from his lab bench, standing to greet the agent as she entered his space. With a wave of his hand, he minimized the holographic blueprint images he had been studying, and carefully put down the screwdriver he'd been holding. His dark eyes briefly flicked towards the small, twelve sided metal cube on the table between them, but beyond that his expression was completely unreadable.

He had, of course, been waiting for this. Been waiting ever since the moment the idea had first pushed its way into his head. Someone was, as always, invariably watching. That was SHIELD's way. Observe, neutralize, pray you've avoided a conflict, and sit back wringing your hands when conflict invariably turned up. 'Phase two,' the physicist thought to himself, amused. 'Neutralize.' At least it was Shae. It had been hours since Bruce had slept last, possibly days--he could never tell anymore--and at least Shae usually had enough tact to know when she'd managed to push something too far. And she listened. Sort of. Even when she didn't really want to be, she at least tried to be diplomatic.

The scientist smiled broadly at the dark haired woman, and tilted his head to one side. "So! Come to see my brain-child? Or did you just miss me? I heard about your-..." he faltered, bit his lip, and then fixed his eyes on hers, concerned. "... I am sorry. About... what happened. How are you feeling?"

[poisonouswidow]

Sparring.

Sparring. ‘If given the chance to fight anyone in the world…’ My character will explain to yours, over alcoholic beverages, who they would most like to fight – and why. Whether it’s shits and giggles or a genuine grudge match, talking about it could be fun for the whole family!

Whereas she had often considered the most appropriate manner to torture and assassinate the pathetic men that were the cause of her parents’ death when she was younger, weeks had turned into months after she’d escaped the Red Room and she had never even once attempted to do such. Not a lot of people knew about her past, even though quite a lot of rumours spread through the hallways. S.H.I.E.L.D. was a bit like school like that: There’d always be people trying to uncover secrets that shouldn’t be uncovered - and with the wrong intentions too. She’d learned the ignore the whispers by now, but every now and then it did get on her nerves. Couldn’t they all just shut up and let the past be just that? 

After a particularly stressful week, a few months after her mission with Shae in Prague, she had finally given in to the wishes of her psychiatrist. Apparently she needed to be more open and revealing towards those she trusted. Luckily for her, it was only a small list. Besides, it wasn’t like she ever really listened to her therapist. It was more of a courtesy visit. Nonetheless, there they were, sitting side by side with a filled wine-glass in their hands. She had poured vodka into hers for dramatic effect, though it didn’t nearly contaminate her mind as much as it should have aka the bad side of the alterations to her body and mind: She never really got drunk. Tipsy, perhaps, but never drunk.

Tonight, however, she was getting closer to being drunk than she’d ever been and closer than she ever would be. With all those untold secrets, it wasn’t long until a flood of words escaped from her lips. Confidential secrets, etcetera, though only ever involving her. It was all business and pleasure, really, up until the point where it wasn’t. In between the stories of shagging, poisoning and murdering men there was the story of a girl named Natalia Romanova:

———————(flashback)——————————————————-

Atrocious screams of absolute abhorrence consumed the chaotic environment of Stalingrad, Russia. Reverberations of the consequences of numerous, horrendous citizen causalities audible even up above in heaven. The desperate, hopeless lamentation of the children on the pavements could penetrate even the most merciless human’s conscience and devastate them from within. Nevertheless, alas, that didn’t prevent the Nazi soldiers from brutally and barbarically murdering children and adults alike. Nor did it stop them from setting countless houses ablaze, including the mansion the young Natalia Romanova and her parents currently inhabited and had inhabited since her birth circa 1928, when Stalingrad was still named Tsaritsyn. It was the 27th of August now and Natalia was none more but a mere teenager, somewhere in between being an adult and a child, and the age of 14. Whereas other teenagers comparable to herself all across the globe had to deal with annoying parents, a tremendous load of homework, pretentious romances and bad breakups, Natalia had to deal with both that and the destruction of the place she once called home. Needless to say, things weren’t looking up for her.

She had watched the fight progress since the first day it had begun, even though even a blind person could’ve seen that the danger had been lurking in the shadows for quite some time. Her parents, her home, her friends: They were all being threatened. Life as she knew it had been endangered and yet Natalia could do nothing but stand there and watch as people died. The hopelessness that consumed her was indescribable, but the feeling only overwhelmed her further as the enemies approached, moving forward like a tsunami with the shots from their guns loud as thunder. Everywhere explosions went off, even despite the government’s reassurance that the threat would be neutralized within the first couple of days. The foolish faith people had had in their leaders and soldiers, the underestimation of the situation and the unpreparedness regarding it had eventually lead to their demise. Even her parents, her mum and dad, had not considered the danger of the situation to a full extend.

So now their house was on fire while they were still inside it and her mum was screaming, the stench of burned flesh in the air as the young Natalia maneuvered around the flames the best she could towards her mother. Her world was ablaze, the smoke that emerged from the burning corpse before her and her former home as well as the horrible situation causing tears to well up in her eyes. Somewhere in the distance she heard the most bone-chilling scream ever and it took her some time before she realised the sound had emerged from her, though then her mother had already snaked her arms around her, dragging her towards the window. Natalia struggled, naturally, not understanding of whatever was happening and not wanting to be separated from her father – or rather, his burning remains -, though then neither did she want to be swallowed by the flames. Her mother knelt before her, brushing her daughter’s red curlicues out of her face, all while flames engulfed their house and approached them with a rapidness that she had never seen before. Nonetheless, her mother’s voice was controlled when she spoke and her expression was compassionate. Natalia saw her own blue eyes staring back at her as she looked up to the last one of her parents standing,

 ‘’ Моя дорогая, милая дочь. Я люблю тебя. Мы любим вас и мне очень жаль.’’ This was her mother, her dearest mother, talking to her almost as if though this was the end. The thought of that scared Natalia to no end, but she had to strong, would always have to be strong from now on and she knew it too. Her mum said she loved her, they had loved her, which Natalia believed, though the last part she didn’t understand. What on earth was she sorry for? It was then that her mother wrapped her strong arms around her daughter’s body once again all whilst making a valuable attempt to ignore the flames that were now licking at her heels and threw her out of the window. Glass shattered, swirled around her as the young teenager was carried on the strong wind. For the smallest of moments Natalia floated through the air, then she fell. Her gut clenched together, but not only because of her unfortunate descend towards the ground. No, where her mother had been seconds ago, was now a burning figure, the skin black and unidentifiable. As the burning corpse too fell forward, tumbled out of the window downwards towards the ground, Natalia collided with the surface beneath harshly. Somewhere she heard soldiers scream, though she wasn’t entirely sure whether they were enemies or friend, neither did she care. All that mattered right now was the fact that her parents were dead, dead and gone, and that she was undeniably, terribly alone. ‘’I love you too, mother.’’ The teenager that had seen too much whispered in Russian. Then the darkness devoured her. She let it.

———-(end flashback)——————————————————-

They were all dead now, those Nazi soldiers, even though they continued to live on in her memory. She could never avenge her parents, either, and sometimes even felt that she was the reason they’d died. If she could’ve convinced them, then perhaps they would’ve left. If she had been more insistent, then perhaps she wouldn’t have ended up in a programme that created monsters out of girls.  And even though she had protected the past with her life, down from that moment onward, she was now spilling her secrets to a woman she hadn’t even trusted when they first met. Apart from occasional sparring missions, they didn’t even truly interact. But nonetheless, Natasha knew that, if her life was in danger, the other would be there. No matter if the ship sunk only a couple of metres from shore. 

”Thank you.” She whispered, after the other had gone off into an intoxicated sleep. Finally knowing whether to deem the woman a friend or mere acquaintance now, Natasha knew that even with an ominous darkness descending, she wouldn’t be afraid of those secrets hidden in the starless night anymore.

[agent13shield]

Breath of Life (Sharon & Shae)

The streets of New York hadn't changed a bit since she'd been gone. Covered in dirt, grime, and trash in some spots. Nicely polished sidewalk in others. As she walked by the coffee store she had been into so many times, she thought about stopping, but shook her head. She had somewhere to be, someone she needed to see. Someone that she had missed dearly while she had been away. 

The vacation had been an ordered one. That was something not many people knew. Some might have guessed. The infamous Agent 13 taking a vacation in the Caribbean on her own accord? Not a chance. Others must have thought it was an undercover op. But, she knew why she was sent away. She had got too caught up in her work, had let it get to her. Fury had noticed and normally, he would have just let the agent go. But, this was her. And he wouldn't just throw her to the wind. So, he had told her to go somewhere. He didn't care where, but somewhere that didn't involve her being in New York. Or being at work. She hadn't told anyone before she had left, not even the person she was headed to see.

No one knew she was back either, except Fury, of course. He had sent her a text letting her know she could return to work. Though, he had done it in his own way. Sending a text that simply said Code Black. As if she was supposed to know what that had meant. She had taken a redeye flight back, had tried to reach Fury several times. But, nothing. Of course. She had caught up on most of the files during the flight and nothing struck her as odd or as something that was "code black". She didn't let it get to her, though. It could be just Fury's own little way of telling her to come home. 

Making her way through S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, she didn't give any indication that she heard the whispers and stares. She kept her head straight and stood tall. People would always gossip. She didn't even stop by her own office. The one that she knew was still there because when she had gone Fury had promised her that this "vacation" didn't mean she was being demoted. It was simply just that. A vacation. 

Standing outside the door of her destination, Sharon took a deep breath. She could count the times she had been nervous in her entire life on one hand and this was one of them. She raised her arm and knocked on the door. Not waiting for an answer, she twisted the knob and pushed gently. "Miss me, Wiley?"

[savagescholar]

Lab Rat | Hank, Shae, Bruce, Peter, and Tony

It was finally happening. Dr. Henry McCoy was about to become the patient. After all these months, perhaps they would make some headway on curing him of his affliction. He had gathered a group of those he trusted. Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, and naturally, Agent Shae Wiley. The doctor looked over at her as she drove. Despite the rockiness in their relationship, they remained friends. She and Tony had used their leverage with S.H.I.E.L.D. in order to gain the use of their state of the art medical facilities. "Thank you once again for accompanying me on this. It is deeply appreciated," Hank said softly.

He looked down at his big blue hands. They shook and the veins looked even more prominent than usual. The effects of the malady had only grown worse with time. Everything felt tight and wound up. His muscles and bones ached and his heart would often go into overdrive. 

Perhaps things would begin to look up for him for the first time in months, Hank pondered and hoped to himself. These people, his friends, would be able to help him. It was the hope that kept the mutant hero going. 

As they pulled up to the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, Beast's heart started to race. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. The excitement was too much. The doctor attempted to regulate his breathing and lower his pulse with recently learned meditation exercises. 

Once he had regained control, he slowly stepped out of the vehicle and walked with Shae's help into the building. They ventured down into the bowels of the hospital where Banner, Parker, and Stark awaited them. Pushing open a set of double doors, Henry looked around at the woman and three other men there with him. "I would like to thank you all for responding to my call for assistance. It may save my life. Now, I trust you have all read the briefings I prepared. This will be a full day of testing. We will resume again tomorrow and the next day and the next and so on and so forth. Any inquiries or commentary before we begin?"