#shieldsdynamicduo

[shieldagentolive]

"Agent, could you hand me that, um-- that stapler, over there, please?" Olive waved her hand in one direction, not even looking up from the paperwork. She was just positive that someone was in front of her, and they were most likely capable of getting her the stapler she needed.

[theshieldjanitor]

"Happy birthday, Mr. Jones. Just a little something from Counter Terrorism." Seeley smiled warmly and set down the box containing the cake. "My partner sends his congratulations, as well. And he says he still owes you for taking care of that disaster in his office a few months back, so anything you want or need, just ask and Wes'll make it happen."

"Thank you, Agent Goddard." Ted smiled. "And tell Agent Fox thank you for me as well."

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

Word Association: Hope

My friends

[agentgarcia]

shieldsdynamicduo started following you

Welcome to the cave of all knowledge.  Did you need something or were you just in search of the peanut butter M & Ms?

[agentlidrummond]

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[shieldpublicrelations-blog]

6 and 17 (both)

6: What is your opinion of Canada?IC:Relic: “Was sent there on a mission once, interestin’ place. Wouldn’t mind goin’ there ‘gain."Reatis: “Canada is a… pleasant place. I had to interact with teh native for a SHIELD mission before. Most pleasant." OOC: Maple Syrup. Gay Marriage. JKJK.I don’t actually know, since I haven’t been to Canada before. But I guess it’s a nice place? 

17: What is your favorite type of pie?Relic: “Chocolate! And apple, and pineapple, chicken, Shepard. Just basically everythin’ sweet. Love ‘em."Reatis: “Coffee. And many more. Just as long it is not overly sweet, or has too much of a strong taste." 

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

34, 43

34. What is your preferred projectile?

 "Uh...Depends on the case. Am I trying to kill someone? Guns. Am I trying to wound someone, knives, am I just trying to knock them out? Then a quick hit with my bowstaff." 

43. Who is your favorite one-hit wonder of the last twenty years?

"We're talking music on this one right? Uh...fuck..I don't know. I don't get a lot of time to listen to music." 

[born-with-a-curse]

Age 50

St.Petersburg, Russia

15th May 1968

Milan looked up to his fellow American talking with a KGB member. Their division was undercover in Russia, pretending to be KGB agents to gather Intel for the American government and so far they were doing pretty good. He heard the Russian next to him ask him something and he turned towards the man.

" Chto? “He asked as he looked at his ‘partner’. “YA sprosil , mozhete li vy peredat’ mne kofe tovarishcha.“ The man replied rather annoyed and Milan had to concentrate to hear what he was saying. He let out an Oh and looked rather sheepish when he realized that the man just wanted some coffee and handed the man the pot with the black brew.

He looked around him and wondered what had happened to the world in the fifty years he had lived. In His opinion it had gone down to the dogs, but then again it had been doing that since before he was born. So perhaps it wasn’t such a new thing after all. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a shove to the shoulder and an amused Russian who was asking him if he had a girlfriend because he spaced out all the time. Milan laughed at the mans joke and shook his head when the man made a humping gesture into the air and pointed to him. “Net, u menya net devushki .“ He explained but he could tell that the man didn’t really believe him.

If he were completely honest with himself he hadn’t ever had a real girlfriend. One could hardly call the nurse in the second world war a girlfriend. A one night stand perhaps, for her hadn’t seen her since. She had disappeared when he woke up the next morning. Not even a note on his pillow.

The KGB soldier just shook his head in amusement and sat back down on his wooden crate. Pulling the furs around his body closer. Damn Russia for being this cold, and St.Petersburg seemed to be one of the coldest placest he’d been to.

But at least it was better than being in a country were he had nothing left. As much as he loved Belgium, he couldn’t go back and the only way now was forward.