#v: shield

[adderallandimagination]

@spiderlingman ( x )

“I should’ve left while I had the chance.”

He’s sitting on the edge of the building, facing away from the street, heels kicking idle against the bricks. It had been stupid to stay, but he couldn’t shake off that urge to see Peter, even if only from a distance. 

And it was worth it. 

Even now, even waiting to get (rightfully) yelled at, or have something thrown at him, or told to get lost. 

It’s still worth it.

[adderallandimagination]

@spiderlingman ( x )

“I did what I had to do.”

It sounds defensive, even to his own ears. But Peter is staring at him with hurt written across every line of his face and it settles beneath his skin in a way he hasn’t felt in a very long time. 

It’s not guilt. He doesn’t feel bad for taking out the Hydra agents. They deserve to die for the things they do to this world. 

It’s not embarrassment. This is his job, his life. Stiles has nothing else. 

But God help him, he feels sorry for hurting Peter. 

“You get that, don’t you? They were going to kill you.”

[monarchsofprophecy]

@valdefontaine // Val de Fontaine && Jane Rosenberg // Continued from

"A faction of SHIELD. Apparently, it's in factions now." Val frowned at the folder in her hands, wondering why she still bothered to run errands for a man. "Personally, I think Fury's off his rocker, but my term at the CIA will be up soon, so in the mean time I went looking for everyone he didn't suggest, which is exactly how I came across your file." She grinned, offering said files to the other woman to glance at, along with the job offer. "I'm glad. It won't be forever, if you're worried about being pulled away for some time."

“A faction or the entire thing — I really would be honored,” Jane informed Val, looking down at the file that seemed to be troubling Val. “Your term is almost up, yet I suspect you have plans for a campaign based on the ambition you’ve shown in your time as CIA director,” Jane offered a supportive smile, though truthfully felt Val was a danger if in more power. Access and control over superheroes? Not the best person, from the energy Jane was getting from her.

”I’ll show you, Fury is onto something in doing this — and you’re onto something in picking me, temporary or not,” Jane responded, genuinely excited about defeating corruption from the inside out and helping empowered beings and other heroes in NYC and across the globe.

[inkdreamt]

@audaxbellator​, from Peggy to Steve

Peggy walked out of Jack Thompson’s office, a small smile on her lips.  “That is very kind of you, Thompson, but no.  Nothing can change my mind.”  She dropped what was in her hand carefully into the box on her desk before looking back to him.  “I believe the SSR is on the way out.  But, if you would like to shift to SHIELD when that day comes, the door will be open for you.”

Jack had started to say something, but his voice faltered, his eyes going wide with surprise.  Shock, even.  Her eyes narrowed.  “What is the matter with you?  You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”  His response, a point of his finger toward the back of her head.  A confirmation on her ghost comment, perhaps?

She turned to face the apparition, preparing herself for whatever oddity that she was about to see.  But, instead, it was Steve.  Her eyes widened in surprise.  This was... impossible.  It had been nearly four years since his plane went down.  If he was truly alive, they would know by now, especially with how fervently Howard searched to try to appease her.  So this... this had to be an impostor.

She pulled her gun from the box on her desk, aiming it at the would be Steve Rogers.  “I congratulate you on your mask.  It is by far the most realistic one I’ve seen.  But I suggest you drop the act.”

[inkdreamt]

@captainrogers-thepatriot​, from Peggy

Peggy finished placing the last of her things in the box on what once was called her desk.  Today was a big day, the day she set out with Howard Stark to create SHIELD.  They’d settle on the logistics of the acronym later, but one thing was certain: they would be finally doing something that she could be proud of... with the added bonus of being well respected in her own organization.

“Oh, I assure you, Daniel, there will be plenty of space for you at SHIELD if you decide the SSR isn’t cutting it for you,” she mused, a small smirk forming on her lips.  “I have every faith that you’ll come find me when that day finally happens.”

With that, she picked up the box and started heading for the door.  It was then that she saw someone walk in.  Someone who, by all reason, was dead.  Steve Rogers. His plane went down in the ice over five years ago.  And, although Howard has yet to find it, it didn’t mean that anyone could really survive those conditions for so long.  Not even the super-serum could save him.  So... whoever this was, it was not Steve.

Setting down the box and pulling out her own gun in one fluid movement, she aimed it at the man.  “By order of SHIELD, freeze,” she said before taking a step or two closer.  If this man thought that she was going to take Steve’s appearance at face value just because of it being Steve’s face, they had another thing coming.  She was not going to allow his memory to be used for something nefarious.

[olderbrxtherwinchester]

[spiderlingman]

❝ If I believed in fate, I wouldn’t be playing with loaded dice. ❞ - clint

Road to El Dorado

There’s an outraged cry from across the table.

Clint is the best when it comes to running their scams in loud settings. Bars and casinos — especially when they need to end the night in a fight and discreetly get the job done in all the distraction.

Peter, for his part, plays the part of the baby faced, too-earnest, totally unhelpful minion all too well.

“…—I think he heard you.”

[adderallandimagination]

His life is a graveyard. 

It’s been this way for as long as he can remember. Since his mother went into the ground, at least. His dad wasn’t far behind, those few years in between feeling more like minutes passing than the rest of his childhood. 

Scott is dead. Kira. Isaac. Allison. Friends who were never really cut out for the job, who truly believed in what Shield was selling. The closest thing to anyone that Stiles has left is his handler, Argent. 

And Chris Argent would sooner walk over Stiles’ flaming corpse than piss on it. 

Not that he blames the guy, Stiles is the reason his daughter is dead. That warrants an attitude. 

(And Peter, that little voice tucked deep in a compartment in the back of his head whispers. Once upon a time, he had Peter, too.)

But that’s bullshit. 

Peter Parker was a mark, and a mark who had fallen for a carefully crafted version of Stiles’ past, without all the PTSD and death. Peter had fallen for a fallacy. The second he saw the real guy beneath all that shine and deflection?

He was done. (Stiles isn’t supposed to blame Peter. He lied to him. Went after him with a cause. But he does. Bitterly, viciously in his heart of hearts, Stiles blames Peter. Because he cares.)

And now...now life was back to the status quo. 

A one man grave digging crew, with nothing more to look forward to.