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[penandswords]

@bowstringbound | has Followed you.

Rima tilts her head to the stranger.

"Excuse me... is there a reason you're following me?"

[ofamess]

@bowstringbound

" look who's not dead."

[nockedagent]

{ Closed RP with @bowstringbound }

A young adult, barely eighteen, reeled back, stumbling over damp grey concrete. Pulsing pain cracked and echoed through her as a swift gesture battered her face once more. The scent of iron filled her nose while she covered her head with her hands and arms. The stinging of her face was met with that of her brown eyes as tears poured down her check, swirling and mixing with her own blood. Her mouth opened with a roar as she grabbed the other pushing a taller man into rusty metal bars, clawing at his face.

Two armed Hydra guards stepped forward with cackling batons of electricity. The weapons were shoved into her body while a blood curdling scream echoed in the prison cell. The woman dropped, convulsing on the bloody floor as the taller man stepped out of the cells. Metal bars slammed together and mere seconds later the cell locked shut.

"Agent 427, you disappointed Hydra. You failed to complete your mission. We had to send Crossbones in your place." The older man spoke coldly as he wiped the blood off of his face with a handkerchief. "For now, I hope you will learn to acquaint yourself with your new accommodations. We'll collect you when we're ready to give you some new adjustments."

Aliya's head barely moved to glance upwards towards her superior as she struggled to lift herself from the floor. Rocks dug into the palms of her hands as she watched his black leather boots march away from her. The other two guards in tow with him.

"Please don't. I'll be good. Hail Hydra." She screamed, backing into the corner. Her brown curly hair covered her upper body like a mop as she formed herself into a ball. Her cut hands tightly held onto legs as she listened to the sound of water dripping from the cracked ceiling.

"Hail Hydra." The words were barely above a whisper but Aliya kept repeating them as her body rocked back and forth. ***

Her head tilted slowly from left to right while she kept her glazed over eyes on the leaky ceiling. One day. Two days. The true passage of time was lost to her but none of that mattered as long as she made Hydra proud next time. She'd be good.

Her slow rhythmic movements continued until the sound of stomping and commotion could be heard from the entrance of the Hydra prison cells. Mere moments later, the warning system blared only to flood the area with red suffocating light. Her body tore away from the rusted bars as she covered herself, hissing.

She shuffled back into her corner while her eyes fixed themselves in conjunction with the overbearing lights. Her chest quickly raised and fell as her eyes darted around, spotting a shadow. The corners of her dried lips curved upwards as her hand went for a knife she'd hidden, hoping whomever it was would come closer.

[ofamess]

"If you wanted attention Stark, all you had to do was beg nicely."

his  eyes  rolled  as  he  looked  at  the  other  for  a  moment.  "  want  your  attention?  What?  if  I  wanted  your  attention  I'll  be  drunk  and  desperate.  I'm  pretty  sure  a  Climax  with  you,  is  half-baked  and  unpleasant.  "  he  let  out  a  huff  from  his  lips  as  he  rolled  his  eyes  again.  "  Beside,  I  don't  beg.  I  can  take,  but  I'm  not  an  asshole  if  someone  isn't  willing."  he  laughed.  “  Really,  bird  boy,  you  make  me  laugh.  I  know  you  wouldn't  be  able  to  handle  me.”

[ignisfate]

❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞ (Emma)

She knew that he didn't bring it up to make her feel bad, or to make her feel guilty. That time in her life when Kyle had been back in her life was amongst some of the hardest. Falling off her sobriety train had been inevitable considering the level of stress that she had been under and the things that Kyle had been saying not only to her, but to Aubrey as well. He had been so eager to 'get his daughter back', but was equally as eager to change her and force her into a box that she would never be able to fit into.

Clint had been the only thing to pull her out of her downward spiral, had cared for her in the aftermath... and for that Emma knew that she'd do absolutely anything for this man.

"I know," she murmured, slipping into his lap with one hand settling on his shoulder, her other hand coming to gently brush some hair from his forehead. "And I love you for that... you're an amazing man, Clint.." leaning in close, she kisses him

[ignisfate]

[ AIM ]: sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

You know damn well what weapon is being used. Also this could be for Aubrey or Emma...or both.

"You know, this doesn't exactly seem fair-" Emma mused as she stood at the firing range, hand on her hip. She watches mildly as Aubrey scampers to the table that housed all the items for their excursion here, including arrows and bows. "Whooooooa!" Aubrey gasps as she picks up an arrow, poking at the tip before looking at Clint.

"This is so cooooooool!" Aubrey beams, setting the arrow down, instead aiming right for the bow. Picking it up, she staggers before thrusting it into Clint's hands. "Show us show us show us show us!" she chants, bouncing on her heals with her hands up by her chin.

Emma can't help but to laugh, "You heard the lady," She teases, taking her own bow that she had got for herself thanks to Clint. She wasn't half as good as Hawkeye, of course, but she was decent enough.

[autisticcrashout]

"I know that I haven't exactly been reliable. With the SHIELD thing, I mean, but you know that you can talk to me, right?"

Kaji hesitated upon hearing the other approach and even more after he heard him speak. It wasn't like he looked like he was sleeping, but maybe he could pretend, maybe he could keep from answering. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk exactly, he was bubbling with five million emotions that couldn't be possible and a dozen or more questions and the like to ask. And he finally had someone that might actually listen.

But if he spoke, if he looked up right now, Clint would see that he was on the brink of tears. And he couldn't bear the embarrassment, much less the acknowledgement. But he needed to try...

Kaji swallowed, a thick feeling in his throat as he leaned back slightly, still hidden under his hood. "I mean...your reliability might not be the thing in question, just...who relied on you," he said with a sigh. He had his hands dangling over his knees, wringing them tightly together.

"I'm not...allowed..." To have emotions, to think for himself, to ask questions. To admit he felt...incorrect. "I'm supposed to report back to the lab tomorrow for my check-up..." He didn't want to, that was a given. It hurt, it always hurt. And then he would be sent on a mission, and that too would hurt in different ways...if he even remembered it.

He buried his head against his knees, attempting to muffle out his next. "....I'm scared and I'm tired of it."

[autisticcrashout]

cont. from here | @bowstringbound

"Well, I've killed people for lesser-er—," he countered before scrunching his eyes shut and wrinkling nose as a means to alleviate some of the pain that was spreading over his face. Nothing was broken or bleeding and the assassin had suffered from much worser-er injuries. "But I'm not here to kill you, I'm trying to help, Kaji" he promised. "It doesn't have to be this way."

His hand stung, the boy awake and aware of the world around him finally. He relished the pain, but it really did hurt. Kaji looked down at his knuckles - red and busted and oozing crimson. He'd been fighting before the other had shown up...he didn't remember any of it.

Damnit. The boy ran a free hand through his hair roughly and hissed as he listened to the other talk. "Trying to help? Last time you said that, you left me with THEM! Why don't you skip the middleman? Start doing it yourself! Get your own hands dirty!"