#sargefreedom

[gatecoeur]

sargefreedom needs a hideout

“Hé, reste éveillé, là!” (”Hey, stay awake!”) she urged the barely-concious man. 

The shapeshifter admittedly was panicking. Sure, she usually kept her distance from military-types, given that she was on the run, but then again, he wasn’t wearing a uniform she recognized, and as far as she could tell, this man was on his own and bleeding out - militaries don’t usually leave their own behind. It didn’t help that she was well-aware of an attack that was going to happen here fairly soon.

“Sacrement Arrie,” she hissed to herself while looking around for by standers. “T’es vraiment fuckée maintainent...” (”Goddammit Arrie, you’re really fucked now...”)

Making sure that she wouldn’t worsen the man’s current condition, the shapeshifter grunted as she pulled him into a nearby building, quickly shutting the door and covering up all the windows before she started rushing about to find supplies.

“Hey, if you’re awake, I need you to stay awake. I’m gonna get you patched up as best as I can, and then we need to get the fuck out. It’s not safe here.”

Was this a bad descision on her part? Maybe. For all she knew, this could be some sort of elaborate trap. However, she wouldn’t dare take a chance on if it wasn’t; she knew she could easily get herself out of trouble if it came down to it. A genuinely injured man could not.

{ @sargefreedom​ }

[avengervigilantes]

sargefreedom replied to your post: ( ooc ) ———  me @ me: do not make an new oc just...

yes

BAD INFLUENCE BLOCKED

[unexceptional-broken]

sargefreedom replied to your post: OUT. || Come be taller than Becky! It pisses her...

Joey vc: she’s a good armrest

*enraged becky noises followed by a full body tackle*

[unexceptional-broken]

❝ people like to invent monsters and monstrosities. then they seem less monstrous themselves. ❞

               “HEY,” SHE SAID, looking over at the figure sitting on the front steps. “Stop that. Right now.” It was a dangerous road he was going on, and they didn’t have time to sit and wallow in why bad things happen, or why there are rotten people in the world. She had been standing behind Joey, her hands had busily been draping the rug she’d just beaten. The clothesline at the Barneses had been cut by some scoundrel; when she and Jimmy had realized that, they’d groaned at the oncoming headache of having to find other inventive ways to get on with their lives until they could get a new line strung and hung. 

So she had had to use the bannister outside to hang the rug and beat it, but Joey’s company had been a nice addition. 

Until he’d started to wax poetic about the woes of the world. 

Brushing her palms against each other, she sat down next to him, and glanced at his profile. “We don’t have time to think like that,” she replied. “There’s too much work to do to both thinking about monsters, don’t you think?” 

[notuptoyou]

@sargefreedom via { x }: 

She punched him, hard, in the shoulder. "Don't you ever do that to me again Rogers, or I swear to god-" Natasha wasn't entirely sure what she would do, but she would come up with something. If it wasn't one of them, it was the other. "I hate field!Rogers. Field!Rogers is a fucking moron."

[notuptoyou]

“Jackass is as good a word as any.”

“That’s true. You are being a jackass.” Clearly this entire thing was his fault. She definitely hadn’t started this decades ago. “Are you planning on untying me anytime soon? Or are you stooping to petty revenge Rogers?”