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three's company
naux and hansel ft. @inarms
@inarms , @zemo3d a gift from @vintertsarn. and let this be a lesson that when i hear about the possibility of crack ... THIS IS THE RESULT YOU SHALL GET FROM MY CREW!!! also now i must get zemo's blog up and running.
GENERAL ROSS FILES : RE , J. HAMMER , JR . evidence surfaced via classified intelligence of thunderbolts member justin hammer questionable friendship with avenger ID : BRUCE BANNER . hammer has not been approached regarding this new information but it has been filed away for future use , if necessary . ft. @inarms .
GENERALS NOTE : banner is a highly intelligent operative , hammer may be able to use his history with banner to manipulate him into helping if my involvement is kept secret .
「 me: yay! nat:
(@inarms) 」
💏 7. … to shut them up. ( i mean we all saw this coming ) @inarms.
SHE IS mid-sentence when he does it.
Right in the middle of telling him-- for the FOURTH fucking time --that no, he cannot just bribe the guards with concert tickets and yes, his face is still on three active watchlists. Her words are sharp, staccato, slicing through the space between them like they’ve done since the moment they met.
"And if you go against protocol like that again I will--" He kisses her.Quick. Brash. A full body interrupt.
It’s not elegant. It’s not slow. It’s not anything resembling romantic. It’s all nerves and ego and that desperate way Justin Hammer always jumps before looking, always acts before thinking.
For a split second, the world stills.
Her breath hitches. Her fist clenches. Her blood flares hot with adrenaline and disbelief and a flicker -- just a flicker-- of something else.
Then she slaps him.
Open palm, sharp across his cheek. The sound cracks through the alley like a gunshot.
Her brow furrows, even appearing like a kicked kitten there's a knowledge she could break his neck right then and there, instead, she takes in a deep breath, swallows and proceeds with:
"--Try---try it again..." she can see he greatly hesitates. "I won't hurt, you Hammer - do it." she affirms.
@inarms.
Yelena doesn’t flinch when the lock disengages. She should be alone --the safehouse had been cleared twice, alarms silent, comms quiet. She even disabled the elevator. So when the door creaks open and Justin Hammer steps through like this is some hotel suite he paid for, she doesn’t reach for her gun.
Not yet.
She reaches for her patience instead. Which is significantly more dangerous. "You are not supposed to be here." She states rather coolly, almost tired. She doesn't move from her seat at the small table, maps still spread out. her knife is still half-cleaned, and the burner phone, buzzing beside her, goes ignored.
He mutters something about intel -- and that makes her pause.
Because Justin Hammer is many things: reckless, ridiculous, a former arms dealer with a god complex and bad taste in loafers -- but he's not stupid...not entirely. He doesn't put himself in her line of sight without reason. Not unless he's more afraid of something else. Her eyes narrow.
"You're running from something." she pushes. Makes this a bit more complex. As much as she hates to admit it, Hammer has some value. Not because he's clever (he isn't), or because he's brave (definitely not), but because he knows things he shouldn't. Names. Routes. Supply chains that should not even exist any longer. He was part of the problem once upon a time. Now, he could be a key to dismantling it. "You have exactly thirty seconds," Yelena offers, evening her forehead as she perks her brows. "After that, I stop pretending you're useful." she laughs, a taunting cant of her head to the right as she studies him...then, she notes a glint in the pocket of his jacket -- a drive?
@inarms: x
Ava had met egos like him before, people who did all the paper-pushing but none of the actual dangerous work that required details and not getting caught. She'd never been fond of egos like him. "Perhaps if you'd consulted a few of us, you'd know why the plan is stupid." She picks up the folder and, without opening it, slides it back across the table towards him. "The man in that dossier's an imposter. A double. A frontman for scenarios exactly like this. The real man you're looking for is 600 miles away, safe and sound on a beach or mountain somewhere, waiting until this all blows over. I would know because I helped put him there. But, yeah, no, we're all friends here making decisions behind everyone's backs and pointing the smoking guns in what you thought was the right direction. So, here's a suggestion. Stop treating us like the muscle and consider that some of us actually have the brains to contribute."
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