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"Sir, Mr. Marksly is here to see you about his taxes." Leo walked into the head's office, paper work filling her arms. "Also the four other heads have agreed to meet with you tonight down at the warf. Is there anything else you need?"
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A bag, tied tight around the neck, completely covered the mischievous god from the shoulder up. Moriarty could hear panting from inside. The room itself was dark and humid, a small light hanging from the ceiling. His face was illuminated faintly, just enough for someone to get a gander at his features. Looking up at the light, his pupils shrunk.
Moriarty slit the rope apart with a small pen knife, taking the bag off of Loki's head with a tear. He let a smile run across his face, waving playfully with the hand that still grasped the small blade.
He glanced over to the small table next to him, a gesture for his guest to take a look as well. Dull needles, frayed thread, switchblades, and long, chunky strips of cloth laid scattered across. Moriarty raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Ready or not."
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"Who in the name of Hades are you? And how did you get in here?" Avery narrowed her eyes
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"Loki. Here on Midgard to cause more trouble for your brother? Or have you come as a pawn of some greater being?"
Meeting with a Fairy Tale
Kadence had been working for the Yard for five years when a request to transfer was faxed to Lestrade. It didn't ask if she wanted the position, it didn't tell her any details about the job. All the fax said was that she was now an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D. and would be required to attend to her new duties the following monday. At first of course she thought this had her father all over it but when she told him about the fax he begged her to stay as far away from shield as possible. Mycroft... begged. It was frightening and made her more curious than ever.
Truth be told a curious Holmes was a rather unstoppable force, and shield and it's secrets were going to give her answers whether they liked to or not. She had four and a half days until monday when she was supposed to suddenly appear for her new position. Which was plenty of time to find all the answers she wanted. Unfortunately she was going to find a bunch of answers to questions she didn't even know existed. One of which just suddenly materialized in her living room. Without much else to say she decides offering him tea was the right move.
"Hello... would you like to stay for tea?"
"If you pray for someone to meet an untimely demise, and then they do, are you karmically responsible for their death?"
"Well, unless y’can prove that y’did that, and if y’believe in spirital stuff, nah don’t think so.” He paused for a second.
"Loki, what did you do?”
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“Walk it off? When I can walk I’ll kick your ass for that.” Natasha glared at him, her leg broken was broken, most likely in several places.
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