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[theaftermathrp]

pls admins, may i have a brother? :( -- Thor

Any trickster god fans out there looking to make our day and bring us a Loki?

– Admin Stef

[kunlunsironfist]

BEEP || colleen

11. A confession via text || @thedragoncolleen

(✉️ ➡️ Colleen): I told Davos I loved him.(✉️ ➡️ Colleen): In the warehouse, when you were passed out.(✉️ ➡️ Colleen): I think it was the first time he ever heard it.

[ofmilesmorales]

[text] + secret

Send [text] + a word for my muse to send yours a text related to, or including, that word.

(✉️ ➡️ nice tea lady): no i can’t tell u where jessica is today(✉️ ➡️ nice tea lady): it’s a secret(✉️ ➡️ nice tea lady): it’s classified pi business(✉️ ➡️ nice tea lady): sorry!

[mockingdanger]

@melindaofshield

New York was a hell of a place. The city had millions of people in it, more citizens per square mile than a lot of the countries Bobbi had spent significant amounts of time in in the last few years. Every street was crowded, every store filled to the brim with body heat, and statistically speaking, it should have been nearly impossible to run into someone you knew at random. You had a one in eight-million chance, a tiny, insignificant percentage of it. As a scientist, Bobbi almost always trusted those statistics.

As an agent, as someone who’d lived in big cities before, she knew statistics were pretty shit sometimes.

She should have been a lot more surprised than she was to see a familiar face seated at a table in front of the cafe she was walking by but, honestly? Part of her had seen it coming. It was probably her luck to run into May at random before she got the chance to send an ‘I’m back in the city’ text, right? Still, it was hard not to smile at the sight of her. Without sparing the action much thought, Bobbi broke away from the crowd and slipped into the seat across from May, offering her a nod. “Been a while,” she greeted. “I hear you guys fought robots without me. Also, something about Hell? There was some wine involved by the time Simmons got to that part, so I’m fuzzy on the details.” 

[ghostlyavas]

@melindaofshield

When you’d done as many terrible things as Ava had, enemies came with the territory. Most of her missions hadn’t ended with anyone alive to tell the tale, but she knew that didn’t save her from having people out to get her. The people she’d killed might not be able to exact their revenge, but their loved ones could. Their families could. She’d hated herself for looking over her files when SHIELD fell, hated the way she’d memorized the face of every child whose parent she had taken, ever person whose spouse had died as the end result of one of her missions, ever parent whose child was buried thanks to her. She’d hated herself, but she’d still done it. Everything Ava had done had been in the interest of not dying, and that didn’t stop now that her condition was stable.

As it turned out, it was a necessary measure. Ava recognized the man the moment she spotted him in the crowd, remembered clearly the file he’d shown up in. It was his wife she’d killed, though she couldn’t remember if the hit was for SHIELD or HYDRA. Sometimes, she wasn’t certain there was a difference.

Ducking into a nearby bar, Ava waited until she was mixed into the crowd to phase out of sight, to make herself invisible. It was a risky move, but no one seemed to notice. She made it to the back door, exiting into an alley through the wall and faltering when she heard the door open and shut behind her. Phasing back into sight, she turned around ready to fight, pausing only when she recognized the person standing there. It couldn’t be a coincidence, she knew. Agent May had been her partner on the mission that had left her with the anger of the man following her now. She just couldn’t figure out why the woman was here. There was no time for a greeting, no sense pretending she had any interest in catching up. “Is he here for me or you?” Her voice was tight. She wasn’t sure the answer mattered. She didn’t want to be the sort of person who could leave May there to fight alone if she was the sole target.

[agentsoflove]

[kevinthompsons]

When the alarm on his phone beeped, Kilgrave opened his eyes slowly and tried to remember what the hell he’d set it for. He didn’t have anyone with him, so he didn’t need to check on any commands. What...? And then it hit him. Work. Well, a training day, whatever the hell that was supposed to achieve. Coulson knew that his most likely physical attack would come from Jessica, and all the goddamn physical training in the world wouldn’t help him stop her if she decided to attack him. Still, if it was a waste of time (which it likely would be), he could always just leave. Sod what some contract said, he wasn’t going to waste his time.

He got dressed quickly, and remembered the grab the Post-It note that Coulson had written for him, with the location of where this thing was, and the name of the person who was supposed to be training him. Melinda May. It rang a bell, but he couldn’t remember why. He shoved the note into his pocket, left the hotel room without bothering to lock it, and hailed down a car to drive him to the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

Because this place was a bloody maze, he told someone to take him to where he needed to go. It was the first person he saw, some random pen-pusher, probably, but they’d do as a tour guide. They instantly stopped in their tracks, and started walking away, and Kilgrave followed. He was sure Coulson had told him how to get there, but he couldn’t remember, and he wasn’t going to be late because he got lost trying to find it. So, when, at last, the man came a halt outside a door and said, “This is where you need to go,” in a flat voice, Kilgrave smiled at him. “Thank you,” he said, because he was making an effort for these people.

Then he pushed passed the man, and walked into the training room. There was already a woman in there, and he crossed the room and held out his hand for her to shake, smiling warmly. “Melinda May, I presume?” he said politely, putting on the Estuary accent thicker than usual, because apparently, Americans found it attractive. “Phil Coulson told me I’d find you here. It’s a pleasure.”

@melindaofshield

[ghcstsoldier]

[text] new phone who dis? || sharon

TEXT MEME || for @agenthamburger

(✉ → ronnie): No wonder everyone is irritated in this century.(✉ → ronnie): One night you’re joining the team that defaces Stark’s gym, the next you’re forgotten.(✉ → ronnie): I’m the one with amnesia, sugar.