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Howard awoke in a place he couldn't recognize. His head hurt and everything around him spun. He felt drugged, sagging against the restraints that kept him in an uncomfortably stiff chair. He tried to blink away what strain having his eyes open had given him, his gaze catching sight of someone standing before him. There was another person standing near him, he could feel the heat of their body close by, some strange instinct that Howard had come to realize was because of the magic in his blood.

At times like this he couldn't blame Stephen for the powers when it turned out to be so useful. While he shifted, the voices that were hushed and muffled became louder. Howard did his best to glare, uttering a grabbled, "where am I?"

Surely the men would be stupid enough to gloat about their conquest. Kidnapping Howard Stark, what a feat to behold outside of war. He wondered how much they'd ask for before realizing it was useless. No one would come for him.

#hismortalenemy #ic #V: The Correct Term is Stolen Adult

Jim let out a soft huff as he hopped out of his transport, shutting the door and waving the driver off with a dismissive hand. The day had been long, and getting back to his flat to continue his work was at the forefront of his mind. The darkened street corner was deserted as he approached his building, faltering a bit as a slumped figure came into view. What was this, than? He stepped defiantly towards the seemingly drunken man, Gucci lace ups making contact with his rib. "Hey. Fuck off, yeah?"

He was far from drunken, definitely not the type to just laze anywhere. And if the bruises and cuts to his face and forearm were any indications, a stranger could conclude that he was in fact not conscious. Not even the rib poke got him to move, the fact of the matter was that he was barely breathing as is. His body felt rigid, and flaring with pain, his mind somewhere else. Perhaps this man could just ignore him or call for help. Either he wasn't going to moving anytime soon.

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+ 2 came to see the army doctor

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"Jim."

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his-mortal-enemy replied to your post:one of the doors in my house just creaked… WTF?!

*hands you a rifle and hunting knife* Best be prepared.

Thanks. My back door was open... like WTF?!

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his-mortal-enemy replied to your post:Should I change Sherly’s icon? I keep getting... Honestly, I dig it. And if you like it, that’s what’s important. They can shut up. *hands cookie*

//*takes cookie and beams* Thanks, love. I've changed it for now, but knowing me I'll probably change it back because I really like that one.

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[text]: Just admit it..you missed me.

[text]: Obviously. I tend to have a soft spot for men who try to kill me. SH

[text]: Took you long enough, didn’t it? SH

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A Fit of Insomnia

8. Having a passionate argument with themselves.

Perhaps the past week had been a bit… Unfavorable for the consulting criminal. Three failed major jobs with no sign of any new work in the near future had caused the man a tremendous deal of frustration and distress. Not that Jim would ever voice his concern, though his actions often spoke volumes of what was actually going on in the man’s brain. In this case he hadn’t slept. Which was not at all unusual for the criminal, but it had been four days since his last restful night. Not even a man as in control of himself as he was could combat the symptoms of sleep deprivation, and he was losing himself quickly.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re wrong!” He growled, pacing angrily back and forth across the flat. The man was alone. “No I’m bloody right! You’re finished, you can’t seriously be that far up your own arse, can you? It’s bloody obvious.” He snapped in reply, hands reaching up to slide slowly through his hair, tugging harshly at his roots. “You are a fucking ignorant twat. Know your damned place before speaking with me! Do you know who I am?” He screamed, shoving all of the items on the coffee table to the floor including his laptop and inox. He was so consumed with the argument he hadn’t heard the sniper enter, a frustrated growl ripping from his throat.

Sebastian walked in, having no idea what the hell was going on. Jim was supposed to be relaxing, or at least he thought he was relaxing. Something about his tone though had been obvious. His employer was in one of his fits. He felt the urge to simple back away but he was already inside the house. It wouldn’t do to ignore Jim, it would only make him more livid. “Jim? Who the hell are you talking to?” He shouted out at him, coming round to see the state that Jim was in. It did not look pretty.

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