#foundingagentpeggycarter

[thatfirstavenger]

Out Of Vibranium Shield

ANNOUNCEMENT

Sorry for the long disappearance. I really apologize especially to people I currently have thread with. RL keeps me busy, I have to focus on my thesis (the deadline is on November x_x), and I can't get distracted much plus I don't have much time to RP.

My Steve currently on a hiatus. The replies are very slow.

[onyourlxft-blog]

{ + stillwaitingforthatdance, foundingagentpeggycarter, thecaptainsoldflame }

                ❝ Careful, Peg. ❞

                         [ Came his precaution. Albeit, it was a rather unnecessary precaution.                            What could he say? She was Peggy Carter. It was... difficult to tell or                            force her to do anything if she wasn't willing, but it was the thought                            that counted. ]

[russiasredguardian]

foundingagentpeggycarter started following you

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

[shielddeputydirector]

foundingagentpeggycarter is on file

As far as rolemodels go, Maria had never had any. She'd had examples of how not to behave, definitely, but no rolemodels.

She'd never heard of Peggy Carter, at least not until she'd joined SHIELD already.

It might not have made much of a difference, but it couldn't have hurt.

[mischiefandrum-blog]

OPEN

[soullessbobbysinger]

Time and again (Redux) Closed

*Bobby had gotten the information straight from the horse's mouth, or in this case, Demon's.  He'd tried to smoke him, only to have the demon smoke out, taking him with.  He couldn't hang on to the black smoke as he crashed to the ground, and it went airborne.  He got himself inside, fortunate it was dark and no one had seen him.

It was when he went inside at the diner that he realized the problem.  He was not where he was supposed to be.  With prices like that, it had to be early twentieth century.  Great.  

It didn't take long though, he had barely sat down with a cup of coffee when they heard the scream.  He went to go check it out, and as soon as he smelled sulfur his hand was reaching into his pocket for his Shield ID that he'd made up dealing with the whole Ais mess.  

In fact, it was off of that whole case that he had gotten the info.  He waited until she'd been called away, caught one of the black-eyed sons of bitches and pried the information out of him.  

The information had been good which was how he had ended up here.  And why he was looking down at a body.  he didn't have to kneel down to know what had happened, the smell of sulfur was strong, and the young man's head rested at an odd angle, blood dripping from his mouth.  The sigil around his neck, the sign for men of letters shed some light on the subject, and quickly vanished before he let the police in.  Botched attempt he supposed at getting a new suit.  But a man of letters was not a good pick.  

And then, there were the murders.  Throats slit and relatively drained of blood, not far from the area.  He must  have found a suit if he was making phone calls.  And he paid a visit to those scenes too.  But it worried him that he was seeing multiple, that means the call didn't go through, so a high level demon was topside in another time, without a direct link to hell.  Great.

It wasn't hard for Bobby to find and abandoned house to make his base.  And it wasn't hard for him to magic up what he needed to survive with some very careful pickpocketing.  He was also careful not to do more damage than he needed to.  Last thing he needed was to get arrested or in the news

[thebiochemiss]

foundingagentpeggycarter has entered the lab

She knew the S.H.I.E.L.D. history and everything about what had happened back when the agency was founded and the story of Captain America, but never in her wildest dreams had she expected to actually meet one of the legendary people from that time. Nervously Jemma respectfully greeted the woman in front of her. "Agent Jemma Simmons, nice to meet you, ma'am"

[mjxlnxr-archive-blog]

*pins you against the wall and kisses you* ((Pass it on to the first ten on your dash)) {You don't have to pass it on or reply to this}