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[agcntressler-blog]

@tcmbond​

         Rural jobs were the worst. Intel was limited, bugging the targets was hard, and the risks for his agent were enough to make him twitchy. Donald was too far away to help if Jacob’s cover was blown, he had to be so he wouldn’t be seen but that didn’t make it any easier. He’d had to establish his own cover as a hunter renting a nearby cabin, close enough to explain any run-ins. Hopefully he wouldn’t be needed, or barring that, that his sniper rifle would be enough to help if he was needed.

         They were about to conclude this mission anyway, they’d collected all the information they needed and now were pulling the rip cord. Assassinating a cult leader that had gotten his hooks in a senator’s daughter. It felt nice to be doing something good for once, but cults were unpredictable, especially ones that stockpiled weapons, and Donald was sure to hold onto any feeling of hope or success until the mission was over. 

[pastismyown]

Natasha had hated Tom when she first met him, and that should’ve tipped her off enough to their similarities. No one quite hated Natasha like herself. So of course she knew Tom well enough. And it was just like people like them to seek their own happiness in those that were better. “ You and I didn’t use each other; we came to an agreement. Shared intel. Nothing’s free- and you don’t have much to give in the way of emotional support, <sweetheart>. ”

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[criimeconcierge]

Ok listen i didn’t wanna do it but since everyone is apparently talking about how hot Red was when he was younger here you go. 

Y’ALL ASKED FOR IT. 

[thewintersoldierx]

tcmbond replied

LISTEN BUCKAROO: WE ARE CONSENTING ADULTS WITH A HEALTHY SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP O K A Y

he’s just gonna go ahead and grab another drink, maybe not so subtly hiding the fact he doubts that.

[whcwashe]

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         “I’m not scared of the dark. I’m not. I’m just ----- prone to panic when lights go out.” Especially street lights. Apparently. It’s the best explanation she’s got, anyway, for why she’d nearly knocked him over in the street. She was JUMPY, more than anything. That part wasn’t so easy to explain, walking around like some kind of rabbit, heartbeat going a million miles an hour every time she was in public. “Sorry. Sorry -- you alright?”

[hittcr-a]

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                  “i don’t back down.” which wasn’t a lie. eliot didn’t back down. he  didn’t back down and he always got back up. always. something deep and feral in him forced him to get back up. eliot tasted blood, but if anything it spurred him to square his shoulders, adjust his footing, and fix his opponent with a hard, daring stare. “c’mon. le’s make it fun.”

[pastismyown]

Undercover missions were Natasha’s bread and butter these days. She’d always been a prime candidate for the things, but it also helped having a built in partner that made the plus one thing easier. On the ground logistics were simpler, and there was already someone there to wipe the blood off her face. But this time was just recon, so she’s already pulling pins out of her hair before Tom closes the hotel door. Red locks cascade around her shoulders, and she pulls her hair out of the way when she hears the door close. “Can you unzip me?”

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[agcntressler-blog]

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         “Okay, okay!” Don laughed, grinning at his silly boyfriend and hugging him back. “I sleep better that way too.” It was true, before moving in with them Donald’s dreams ranged from nightmares to monotonous, now though? Now he could dream again. Last night he dreamt of sun shining through a kitchen and helping Tom bake cookies while Liz ate the batter. He was a simple man with simple desires, and those desires were to live happily ever after with this family of his. Placing a quick kiss to Tom’s lips, he pulled back to say, “Let me just change out of this suit.”