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“YOU. CAN’T . KILL ME.”
Kieran Namaak
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. . .
“YOU. CAN’T . KILL ME.”
Kieran Namaak
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@nubileyoungprodigy
@resurrxctedqueen
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"Fitz..? What's with the blood?" Seeing him washing blood off his hands raised red flags, though only in the fear that he had been hurt. ((I saw your ask and I think she just might be willing to respond to that!))
Your character walks in on mine washing blood from their hands. What does your character do?
Fitz froze when he heard Hellfire’s voice, knowing he’d have to think fast to come up with a believable lie. Unlike much of the team, unlike most people in fact, he stupidly allowed himself to grow affectionate for her. Though was it even voluntary? Whatever it was, it hindered his ability to do his job properly because of the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach begging him not to lie. Not to her.
Oh, well. That’s what he did.
He turned around gingerly to face her, keeping his eyes locked on the tiled bathroom floor. “It’s stupid. I got a nose bleed.”
Alias All Along—OPEN
“Alright, here’s the plan. I’ll take out those two guard guys, you karate chop the other dude in the neck and then we’ll backflip through the front door!” Fitz—or “Kieran” as S.H.I.E.L.D. had discovered the double agent was actually called—smiled widely at the person standing across the table from him, waiting for a response. After several seconds, he said, “Okay, nix the plan, but can you at least un-handcuff me? Please?” He batted his eyelashes. “I promise I won’t punch you or anything.”
I Can Explain
Continued from here.
He turned to look at the room around him, deciding what the best way to explain was. If there even was one. “Well... I...” He sighed, dropping the act. There was no one else around so what did it matter? “I was ambushed, but I’ve got it under control.”