[ á ]â-âOh my god I am so, so sorry!â Outwardly she was screaming, inwardly she was shrieking. There was nothing heroic about accidentally spraying Sriracha sauce all-over a strangerâsuniform (especially if it was in the middle of using the bottle as a laser beamof some sorts), so Troian did her best to do damage control, which involved awad of tissues, a lot of touching, and a million apologies thrown towards thegirl. âAs a hero, I should be doingsomething better than thisâoh my god Iâm so sorry that made it worse fuâcould you likeâohgod, oh godââ She took in a deepbreath, pausing her ministrations so she could process her words properly.âShould I lend you my cape?â
henry considers his streak to equal those geniuses banned from vegas for their talents in card counting. the only difference was that the game of twenty one wasn't his poison -- poker was. the money profit was larger, the game more worthwhile, the lies more intense. he won nine out of ten games and garnered a decent prize each time, too.
but a drunk henry was a sloppy henry; especially with his movements. his tells were easier to differentiate, his lies up for the picking by everyone on the table. his odds were still better than any regular player (seven out of ten isn't something to complain about) but it was those three games that he lost that often cost him more than a few hundred dollars.
he's staggering outside the dingy room that he's been invited to play in, propping against margaret beside him. he's laughing, like being there was the funniest thing that had ever happened, and he's not all too concerned that this game required a five thousand dollar pay in. that was a nominal sum to the couple hundred thousand he could (would) win. "listen, listen marg, are you sure you want to come in with me? once they see you, they'll want you. you're hot. if i was straight, i think i would bang you. actually--don't take my word for it. i was never straight. but seriously, i don't want you to come in. it's dangerous--" his sentence is cut short when a large burly man opens the door, informing him that the table was ready.
She wasnât that much of a dessert person to begin with, but for a successful few days of starting out as the new criminal law teacher, Harper walked into the classroom with a batch of cupcakes for everyone. Yes, it was very rare of her to do such acts of kindness, but she figured since her class was accommodating so far, she thought something enticing would be good to share. Upon setting the box onto her desk, she eyed her students and called out to one âMiss Stayne? you may get first choice out of the box of cupcakes.â
Itâs difficult to tell something she taught when she is the one who is constantly the one who needs to learn a thing or another. Being taught all the Calvary movements and way to fight, itâs true that sometimes Peggy was the teacher of her own mother. She is younger and had more opened-mind to find something or another new on herself that could help both of them. Besides that, she is always being bossy and teaching things that she thinks itâs for the best to them. For example, training one of her friends from sci-tech division in SHIELD academy for self-defense was one of her biggest accomplishments.
BELLE: Is there someone you are close to who no one else likes? Whatâs the story?
Noah Alexander Ward. Itâs not like âno one else likes himâ, itâs more like he once caused trouble to the ones she really cares about â the agency, her parents â and even got enough trouble for herself, since they were a couple. Noah and Peggy dated for about three months, and itâs pretty clear they are really opposite. Noah, a hacker who believes in free data, and Peggy, a SHIELD-agent-to-be, who believes that hiding information is for the best and that if you get orders, you follow them. Once Noah found out a way to hack SHIELD system, Peggy was blamed about it along with him â though both Coulson and May noticed she had nothing to do with it. According to her mother, she just has this terrible problem of crushing on those who obviously mean trouble.
ERIC: Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.
In theory, Peggy helped a bunch of strangers in her missions. SHIELD is that kind of agency that, if needed to sacrifice a hundred people to save millions, will do so. The Coulson girl doesnât agree with that and had been the one to actually help to find solutions not to kill innocent people for the benefit of the rest of the world. Though she follows a lot of orders, she is always finding a way to break a rule or another for the sake of herself. Though Phil Coulson would always have to talk to her about this, he was actually proud that she got his genes to care about others.
   [ â ]âOf course sheâd be in here. If Margie Stayne wasnât going to get away with crushing him under her pretty red heel, it was to be expected that sheâd resort to doing the next best thingâadd to his misery by throwing the ball thatâd let him fall towards that freezing tub of tap water. They had removed the handcuffs three turns ago (he was too tired to even do his crazy parkour to escape the wrath of the cold water), and he used this opportunity to flip the bird at the ruby haired girl, smirking even as the platform collapsed beneath him and sent him plummeting towards the murky blues. âHiya, Margie.â He managed to greet, sputtering out a torrent of water as he bobbed upon the surface. âGreat throw. Thought you only hit balls with mallets, yâknow?â
over the course of the day, he came to realise that shutting his eyes and attempting to nap between attempts at drowning him was the best way to conserve his energy. the next time he opens them, it takes him a second to return to the present, and when he does he sees margaret approaching the tank. fuck. he waves, nervously, from where he sat, watching her take a ball and flinging it at the target, getting it in one strong hit, pushing the lever and sending him into the water, screaming âmag i looooooooove you!" as he did. of course it doesnt occur to him the complexity the words, instead the adrenaline pulsates through his ears as he comes to the surface again, a million confused looks turning his way "what?"Â
( txt â benjamin charming ) if you were planning to make this a secret I wouldn't recommend you to do so. ( txt â benjamin charming ) that's the magic of it, we have a deal! whoever tries to get in each other's pants first won't get to come when the time has arrived.
[ text : qn. ] iâm sure my resolve will last much longer than yours, margaret. i hope you know that i will enjoy this. more than i will the food itself.  [ text : qn. ] iâll pick you up a seven. be ready.Â
( txt â cesare snow ) no, no, im a pretty companion and a girl who gets more girls than you too ( txt ) ...how do you remember that? you were drunk. but no, im not taking any prince. ( txt ) to be fair, you do that a lot when you're intoxicated.
[ text : margaret tyrell ] i'm sorry, but i can't assume all the targets are not always straight...whatev', maggie. want more cookies?
[ text : margaret tyrell ] for now on, i can't even play most of our games. i don't know if it sucks or not.
[ text : margaret tyrell ] i'm not always entirely drunk. it's not like you don't remember a thing or two.
[ text : margaret tyrell ] define 'more often'. and how is that fair?
