#notalloracles

[alousysuperhero]

@notalloracles

“You can do that?” He was, in a word, impressed, bordering on slight disbelief. “Do you know what triggers it? Sorry, if my questions are redundant, I’m still new to his whole... mutants thing. You don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to.”

[siinful-archive]

◤ @notalloracles​ ɪs sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ  ◢

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          Keeping his hands perched atop the table that separated him and           the powered individual sitting across from him, Grant perused the           Inhuman. Observation dictated that he could not be any older than           eighteen, maybe younger than that. And for such a young soul, the           Hydra Head could not fathom a power as strong as Clairvoyance           flowing in his core. But if the file laying only a few inches away from           his hands told him anything, it was that Hydra, the Hydra before           him, believed this young man’s ability wasn’t a hoax. Whether or           not Grant believed what was stated on the stack of papers, however,           was still a decision yet to be made. After all, organization files           such as this weren’t completely lie-free. His own SHIELD file           held so many lies back in the day. And if similar oneshid           underneath the information written on the papers, he needed to           find out, especially if they were ones with regard to allegiance and           loyalty. As such, the need to personally interrogate the boy took           precedence over his scheduled meetings for the day.

       ❝ Agent Charles Foster, Have you been told why           you’re here today? Has anyone informed you           why there is a need to conduct such an interview           when you’ve been part of Hydra for, how long           again? Is it since Whitehall? ❞ 

          All the basic information that he might need prior to the interview,           such as how long the agent had been part of Hydra and how he           was recruited, what his role was in the organization, and even           how much he was being paid, were already known to him           thanks to the file he’d read beforehand. But again, there was           a need to see if there would be a flinch of a lie that would           gloss over the boy’s features as he was asked about said           information. Ward needed to find out if he had secrets to hide.

[buckybarnesthewintersoldier]

A Room with No View (Bucky Barnes and Harley)

Bucky unlocked his apartment door and went inside, hanging his coat up in the hallway closet. It was the only coat there, and the only hanger.

Apart from that, everything he owned was in the living room and the attached kitchen. He’d bought only what he could buy from stores nearby and what he could carry up here without attracting notice. No delivery, no unusual display of strength, no asking anyone for help or interacting.

In  the kitchen (which was an extension of the living room, really) there were two sauce pans--one small and one large. One fry pan. one salad bowl, two regular bowls and two plates. A pan he could broil steaks on. A handful of mismatched cutlery, a cooking knife and a spatula.  Two glasses, two cups, a stove top coffee pot and a toaster. All tucked away in a cupboard.

There was a ‘single’ mattress on the living room floor, with two pillows and bedding on it. The bedding was pretty nice. It was about the only thing in here that was pretty nice other than his guns. 

Beside it was a cardboard box with his clothing folded neatly inside and a stack of books--history, novels and politics.

The only other piece of furniture in the room, other than the small TV on the wall, was a wooden table with assorted guns spread out on it, clean, ready to be cleaned, and one, disassembled. 

The mostly empty duffle bag that he carried his weapons in was beside it.

He wouldn’t have gone out with the weapons out in the open like that, except that he’d just run down to the small grocery next to the apartment building to buy a couple steaks for dinner.

After taking the steaks out to the kitchen and sprinkling Worcestershire sauce on both sides of each, he left them to soak that up and went back to the table to continue maintenance of his weapons.

The apartment building was older than he apparently was, but it was just what he wanted. It had been an ‘Old Law’ tenement, which meant that it had small windows facing the air shaft at the side, which was narrow enough that a sniper would only be able to shoot him if he spent time standing right in front of the windows, like an idiot.

The layout made it possible for him to never go into the two bedrooms that faced the street unless he had a damn good reason to do so.

It was a highly secure location, and given his caution while living here, it was unlikely to be uncovered by anyone.