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[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

Natasha looked at him, propped against the beds headboard. It hurt to move, to breathe, to think and all because a mission had to go sideways again. Her face was pale, a sheen of persperation clinging to her side as she gritted her teeth and moved, sitting upright.

"You're propably right. I'm bleeding through the bandage again." They couldn't exactly leave the safe house and get help. "I still think you should cauterize the wound. That would at least keep me from bleeding out." Her smile was weak, though her humor still intact, heart always stubborn even when her body was starting to fail her.

[hacker-codeq]

@themultiversemerc liked this for a Marcus starter

Marcus almost laughed when Arch appeared next to him. "I heard you were wandering around. Try not to scare the parasite, okay?" He tapped his own temple, though Q was currently deeply asleep. In fact, Marcus had waited for Q to physically go to bed before getting dressed and going out to the bar where he was now sitting with a barely touched scotch. But he felt like ordering water invited nothing but pissed-off bartenders. "Want something to drink?"

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

"I'm genuinely asking this, not just trying to antagonise you.

Do you ever regret betraying or abandoning those who cared for you or called you friends?"

"No."

Straight forward enough, though he quickly surmises that he needs ti offer more than just a single worded answer.

"I had a job to do - and a part of it required taking cover under a false alias. I crafted the illusion of someone that I wasn't in order to avoid detection and suspicion. But behind closed door, when the uniform got peeled away each night: I was still another man under it. A serpent waiting in the blades of tall grass. Bidding my time.

I knew even before taking the assignment that there were risks and there would be sacrifices. But I had my goals to focus on and that was all that mattered to me. It was more important than the perceived bonds I had forged - greater than myself and the people who had glued themselves to my person.

In truth I did not care: they were fond of an optical illusion - a man who did not truly exist.

Progress requires sacrifices - some of them larger than others. I am not the first to rely on treachery in order to accomplish a task and I shall not be the last either. It is a tool, just the same as any."

[line-of-fire]

“You’re not what they say you are.”

"Then what, pray tell, do you think I am?" Sparrow cocks her head, sharp eyes piercing into Arch's. Her accent lays heavy on her tongue, the one shred of authenticity she allows herself when wearing this mask.

She wasn't ignorant of the rumors and theories; she couldn't afford to be. Not when her reputation as both a vindictive criminal and a ruthlessly efficient contractor was what allowed her to find work and kept her on wanted lists across the globe.

Not that she was bothered by the allegations. For the most part, they were founded in truth and well she could live with becoming a sort of urban legend if it made the right people less likely to abandon their own for personal gain; if it caused an actual change for the better in her lifetime. They could call her whatever they wanted, she knew what she was, why she fought against the leaders of her home country. She was okay with being alone in that if it meant she was the only one facing the threat of the firing squad at the end of the day.

[themultiversemercs]

what difference does it make? - from henry

"It makes all the bloody difference, darling." His tone was stern, almost authoritarian as he pulled a fresh speed loader from his pocket to slam expertly into his magnum, before relaxing in his stance just a little.

"It's what separates us from the enemy. From those who seek only chaos. From those who would hurt those we love." He held out a hand to offer Henry back to her feet.

"So let's keep up the fight. Every second they don't have us dead is another second they've failed."

[survivorofstars]

@themultiversemerc

Location: Raccoon City

The rain was heavier than it was an hour ago, and Jill found herself soaking wet from running through the streets of Raccoon City. The sound of combat boots thumping against wet concrete could be heard from afar, although Jill knew the wrong ears were going to hear it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her chest heaved with each strained breath she took, her throat screaming for a drink of water.

She couldn’t stop, or she’d be dead.

“S.T.A.R.S!”

The sound of the Nemesis bioweapon screaming for the lone S.T.A.R.S member filled the quiet city, resulting in Jill to pick up her pace down the abandoned road.

“SHIT!”

She screamed out, nearly hobbling towards the entrance of the RPD parking lot. The main entrance was closed, so the only way in would be to go through the underground parking lot.

However, upon turning the corner, Jill quickly noticed that the gate was shut and locked, and she knew for a fact she would not be able to get it open.

But, for tonight, luck was on her side.

Was that a person behind the gate?

“Hey!”

“HEY!”

She screamed out, waving her arms as she trampled down the ramp, all while Nemesis was on her tail.

“OPEN THE GATE!”

[noonegetsleftbehind]

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Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude - Still Accepting

[ Darling ] hello to you too

[ Darling ] you have a gorgeous cock, but it looks kind of lonely

[ Darling ] want me change that? i just got home

[ruinouss-archived]

     Death was never an easy matter to deal with, not when it came with someone you cared deeply for. Arch had been one of a kind and someone she knew she could trust. Their last mission together had seemed easy enough and would’ve gone perfectly had it not been for unfortunate timing. The man they’d been hired to eliminate had called a meeting with one of his allies and he and his guards had arrived without warning. While they were able to deal with both their target and the intruders it came at the cost of his life. 

     Arriving to the safehouse they’d been staying at, she found something was off. Tension festered in her muscles, demanding her to remain still as she watched a shadow move through the window. A hand rested on her pistol as she reached for the door and slowly turned the knob. Exhaling slowly, she steeled her nerves before swinging it open as she withdrew her pistol.

         “State your name and your business!” She ordered before she even got a visual of the stranger.

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