Agent Kennedy

Roleplay Account | 21+ | Written by Hag

[thehiddenspider]

MARVEL ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT... MDNI

Original Character written by Hag.

Agent N. Kennedy

Contract

Agent Files

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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[thehiddenspider]

[thehiddenspider]

She was about to close the chat entirely. Focus on her other screens littering her walls, but there was something about her messages that had her pause.

Sitting up from the notes she was taking, she would drum her fingertips on her desk, trying to figure out a response. That was the question, wasn't it? Why was she looking out for Charlie?

Sp1d3r_byt3: Because they have killed people for far less.

Not a lie. In fact, she had to carry out those exact orders a few times herself to keep cover. Those with big hearts often acted without thought.

Sp1d3r_byt3: I recommend changing your user.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Narrows you to 1 of 123,000 licensed architects in the US.

[shieldarchitect]

The slight delay in response didn't go unnoticed. In fact, Charlie half expected to be met with silence.

This anonymous 'guardian' was not wrong.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: They've caged people for far less too.

She paused to consider the choice of username and then shrugged. As far as anyone knew, it was coincidental. The vague but pointed location mention was more jarring, but she figured it made sense. SHIELD's operations may have been global but it had headquartered here. Who else would be so deep into digging in their files but someone on home turf.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: It's word play. I don't imagine you're a spider just because you've put it in your username.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: Though I am starting to feel as if I am caught in a web.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: 123,000 is still broad enough for comfort.

[thehiddenspider]

Oh, this was becoming somewhat amusing. Much like finding actual children dipping their toes in the dark web, she would occasionally hack into their systems, just enough to scare them off for a year or two. The wicked enjoyment was always an added bonus.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Maybe.

Biting her lip as she contemplated her next response, word play was a game she did enjoy. And what better way to emphasise her point than a subtle demonstration.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Still, it doesn't hurt to be moore careful.

[thehiddenspider]

She almost wanted to remind Charlie of the multiple reminders SHIELD had to send her every time her laptop was behind on updates or her refresher course on cyber security was overdue.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Get better security or stop leaking government files.

In a matter of moments, she was pulling one of those birthday photos from her personal file, her finger hovering to send it before she removed it entirely.

Sp1d3r_byt3: The link will set you up with a better tail.

Sp1d3r_byt3: You'll need it if you continue the work.

[shieldarchitect]

Her fingers landed on the keys, starting to type something a bit feistier than she intended, but when the second and third messages appeared, she hastily hit ctrl+a and deleted her thoughts.

Continue the work.

Had she really managed to find not one but two people who were not out to get her for what she posted? And not SHIELD, or SWORD, or whatever other cringily acronymed organizations existed.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: I look that green, huh?

She knew she was new at this, working with the little bits and pieces of pointers she had unintentionally picked up over the years, but was she screwing it up that badly?

h0stile_arch1t3ct: You want me to continue the work? [deleted]

h0stile_arch1t3ct: Why are you looking out for me?

[thehiddenspider]

She was about to close the chat entirely. Focus on her other screens littering her walls, but there was something about her messages that had her pause.

Sitting up from the notes she was taking, she would drum her fingertips on her desk, trying to figure out a response. That was the question, wasn't it? Why was she looking out for Charlie?

Sp1d3r_byt3: Because they have killed people for far less.

Not a lie. In fact, she had to carry out those exact orders a few times herself to keep cover. Those with big hearts often acted without thought.

Sp1d3r_byt3: I recommend changing your user.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Narrows you to 1 of 123,000 licensed architects in the US.

[shieldarchitect]

h0stile_arch1t3ct: did you mean to send that?

[thehiddenspider]

It was painful watching this woman manoeuvre the dark web. Like shining a torch in a forest of monsters. It was a matter of time before something sinister sniffed out her tracks. She needed better security on her devices, and the link posted should have directed her to just that.

Rolling her eyes at the screen, she almost didn't bother responding. Returning her focus to one of her other monitors to track the movement of a vehicle but with a groan she would craved in.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Yes.

[shieldarchitect]

She's a little dumb, but she's not stupid.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: I think there is some unspoken rule about not opening unsolicited links.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: I was not the employee failing the internal IT phishing tests.

h0stile_arch1t3ct: What do you want?

[thehiddenspider]

She almost wanted to remind Charlie of the multiple reminders SHIELD had to send her every time her laptop was behind on updates or her refresher course on cyber security was overdue.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Get better security or stop leaking government files.

In a matter of moments, she was pulling one of those birthday photos from her personal file, her finger hovering to send it before she removed it entirely.

Sp1d3r_byt3: The link will set you up with a better tail.

Sp1d3r_byt3: You'll need it if you continue the work.

[masterrofmagnetism]

"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you."

That voice.

He had heard it somewhere before. Familiar and yet foreign at the same time. The accent tickled his ear more than the warm breath against his neck, emanating from over his shoulder.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, he was apt to follow the sudden instructions; unmoved and unreadable, as he spoke in a lowered and utterly stoic voice. His head turned only slightly, while his eyes remained fixed in front of him.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

[thehiddenspider]

"Oh, you will. Darling."

The smirk on her face oozed into her whispered words as she pressed a newspaper against his chest.

"See, I know that you were about to buy this newyorker. I also know you would then order a very strong cup of coffee from that cosy coffee shop a few blocks over."

She hadn't planned on seeing him again after their first meeting. After having gone home to do her research and discovering quite the stories, both in and out of work, she couldn't help but intervene.

"Now turn around and look happy to see me."

[masterrofmagnetism]

He had to fight back a smile for the sake of maintaining an impassive visage. His voice calm and even. Almost as though he was bored.

“You know everything printed in there is nothing but fabrications and embellishment. But I was genuinely considering a strong cup of coffee.” 

He had no idea what her game was or why he had decided to play it, but just as he was directed, he turned to face her; finally allowing the grin to break through the surface.

In true European fashion, he took hold of both her shoulders and brought her forward so to land a kiss on both of her cheeks. Under his breath, just loud enough for only her to hear it, he laid out his own demand.

“You’re buying.”

[thehiddenspider]

"If you're good."

Despite her bright smile, it was clear she made adjustments to her appearance, hiding what she couldn't with fake bangs and shades. Had she of more time, she would have gone for a more subtle approach, a flat tyre or broken alarm clock usually does the trick. Something that wouldn't risk her face near his when so many eyes were likely watching him.

Rising to her tiptoes, she pulls him into a hug to continue glancing over his shoulder. One hand pressed on his back to keep him still as she adjusts her shades to snap a picture.

"But I highly suggest trying somewhere new."

[masterrofmagnetism]

He had no idea what was with all the secrecy, but something unspoken and instinctual was telling him that it was best to play along. Allowing himself to be pulled into the embrace, he lingered a little longer than he needed to and made sure to put on a smile when it was finally broken.

To anyone who didn’t know any better, they were nothing but two old friends, who had happened to cross paths on a very busy city sidewalk.

“I am always good.”

Not quite a lie, but a statement seeped in sarcasm.

“I would bet that you know all the best places. I implore you to lead the way.”

[thehiddenspider]

She never acted without a solid plan. Always knew exactly why she did the things she did. By keeping to those rules, she rarely felt hesitant.

Yet that sickening feeling of uncertainty crept upon her now. She really didn't know all the best places, she only knew the worst place for him right now was where he was heading.

"This way." Linking her arm with his, she guided him back the way she came. Without moving her face as she looked out gorgeous any cars slowing down, or people that could be watching the pair.

"When we turn the corner, there's a surveillance camera above the boutique. It's not government owned, but I think you can handle it discreetly."

[masterrofmagnetism]

Keeping the casual but intimate aesthetic of a close friendship, he easily followed her lead; their arms linked and one of his hands placed over top of hers. He made certain to maintain a smile. Just small enough to be mistaken for the type of smile a person didn’t even know they were wearing; simply pleased to be in the company of someone they enjoyed.

“You are tense.”

He could feel it in her muscles.

“I am guessing there is some reason I should be as well, yes?”

He didn’t need to look at the camera to figure out where it was situated. An electromagnetic pull was all he needed to locate it. With a subtle movement that made it look like he was doing nothing but swatting away a bothersome insect, it was disabled just as they passed underneath where it was hung. The traffic on the street easily drowned out the sound of the twisting metal. The only one who would know anything was amiss, was whomever happened to be watching the feed.

[thehiddenspider]

"They will have the surveillance cameras I hacked back up in running in a matter of minutes."

Keeping her voice low as they walked, she would pause, pretending to check the traffic as though she contemplated crossing.

"You should get a cab and go back home before that happens. Avoid the East side of the city entirely if you can."

All too aware of the decades worth of cover blown if they found out she was helping him. She could feel her heart picking up speed in her chest as she tried to search for that famous yellow to get him out of here. Despite the stakes, it wasn't from fear or uncertainty but that familiar thrill of causing chaos simply because she could.

"Be good."

Stopping between a parked cab and the entrance of some highend bar, she would let his arm go. Nodding her head in guesture for him to follow orders, she would walk past him like a total stranger. Heading straight into the building without looking looking back.

[masterrofmagnetism]

Home.

What an odd concept. He hadn’t had one of those in years. There had been houses. Hotels. Apartments. Countless bases that he had built with his own two hands. But home?

He had no home to go back to.

“You know when someone tells you not to do something, it only makes them want to do it. Do not press the red button mentality.

What is going to happen on the east side of the city?”

He knew he likely wouldn’t get an answer. Their last meeting had felt like he had been pulling teeth.

He stood in place on the edge of the curb as the warmth of her arm slipped away from his. With one hand on the top of the car, he moved to watch her go, his voice loud enough to carry over the bustle of the city street.

“Informative and candid as always!”

With a shake of his head, he ducked into the taxi and slammed the door shut behind himself.

“Take me to the east side. Anywhere will suffice”…

[thehiddenspider]

She heard his tantrum, refusing to reward it with a glance back. Rolling her eyes as he slammed the cab door whilst she made her way to the bar.

Ordering a single black coffee to go, she would glance at the silent art deco clock slowly turning on the wall before her eyes shifted to the screen showing the news. It was only a matter of time. She gave him advice, and if he was too much of a hot head to do as told, that was a problem he would have to process another time.

The paper cup hadn't even reached her hand before her phone rang. A sigh escaped her as she raised the device to accept her order of assistanting mission Nightcap.

Leaving money and her coat on the bar, ditching the fake hair piece into the bin on her way out, she could feel that rush of adrenaline coursing through her as she travelled down the street to the cafe she had clearly warned him not to go.

[masterrofmagnetism]

It was blatantly obvious as soon as the taxi had reached the east side of the city that something was afoot. The street was clogged with people and traffic was unusually backed up for the middle of the day.

Rolling down the window, he stuck his head out in an attempt to get a better look at what was going on, but once he realized they were too far away to see anything conclusive, he opted to the pay the man and get out so to walk the rest of the way.

As he got closer he could make out some words of what the crowd was yelling. He could read the words painted across crude, hand made signs. It soon became obvious that this was some kind of protest.

An anti mutant demonstration.

Driven by hate and fuelled by ignorance. It was like stepping back in time thirty years and the crowd was getting volatile.

[thehiddenspider]

By the time she arrived at the chaos, the protesters were pressing themselves up against the metal barricade, grabbing for the cops stationed along the border and throwing anything and everything they could towards the few who stood in opposition.

At any moment, a yellow cab would pull up and unleash its wrath. As much as she wanted to watch that spectacle of rage burn through an urban battlefield, she knew it would only further worsen things. Emotional outbursts helped nothing.

Ignoring the anticipation pulsing in her veins once more, spotting a distraught toddler trapped within a sea of legs. Cursing, she pushed her way towards the crowd, shoving off the hands that reached to pull her arm or hair as she kept her focus on the lost child.

As his small fingers reached to pull on the officers' trousers for attention, the shield dividing the groups would be yanked away. One body pushed into the other as she lifted the child by the scruff of his padded coat and searched for a way out.

[masterrofmagnetism]

Is this what she had been trying to lead him away from? If so, why did she make it sound as though it was for his OWN good?

Was the whole thing an elaborate play? The main characters hand picked and placed upon a concrete stage, to create tension and incite violence?

Was it all a scheme put together to poke an already agitated bear into taking a swipe at them, so they could turn around and point their fingers while declaring— see? There’s the bad guys?

He could not let it succeed.

The divide in the crowd was obvious. An invisible wall that separated the two sides. He wasted no time in putting himself inside of it. Standing in the middle like a sentry.

He spoke only to his own people. His words would not be heard by hateful ears.

“Stand down. This is what they want. Do not let them have it.”

[thehiddenspider]

If someone didn't start getting the fuck out her face she might just be the first to throw a hard punch.

The screaming child clung to her as she continued pushing her way out. Cursing herself for losing sight of her surroundings, glancing up at the tall buildings either side to spot the subtle shift in the blinds or glint of opening windows. A twitch of a gun barrel as they tracked someone's movement.

Searching the crowd for the man they had successfully lured out of hiding, the very person so told not to come here. She would catch a glimpse of another familiar face on the other side of the barricade.

The man with a deep scar on his cheek had been on her watch list for some time, and the serpentine smirk splitting his face as he raised the megaphone only confirmed the script.

"Erik dont-!" Before she could even finish her warning, that carefully constructed code blasted through the air.

"THE NAZI'S WERE RIGHT!"

[shieldarchitect]

h0stile_arch1t3ct: did you mean to send that?

[thehiddenspider]

It was painful watching this woman manoeuvre the dark web. Like shining a torch in a forest of monsters. It was a matter of time before something sinister sniffed out her tracks. She needed better security on her devices, and the link posted should have directed her to just that.

Rolling her eyes at the screen, she almost didn't bother responding. Returning her focus to one of her other monitors to track the movement of a vehicle but with a groan she would craved in.

Sp1d3r_byt3: Yes.

[thehiddenspider]

Why would I learn your favourite colour when I already know your social security number?

[thehiddenspider]

📸

[masterrofmagnetism]

"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you."

That voice.

He had heard it somewhere before. Familiar and yet foreign at the same time. The accent tickled his ear more than the warm breath against his neck, emanating from over his shoulder.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, he was apt to follow the sudden instructions; unmoved and unreadable, as he spoke in a lowered and utterly stoic voice. His head turned only slightly, while his eyes remained fixed in front of him.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

[thehiddenspider]

"Oh, you will. Darling."

The smirk on her face oozed into her whispered words as she pressed a newspaper against his chest.

"See, I know that you were about to buy this newyorker. I also know you would then order a very strong cup of coffee from that cosy coffee shop a few blocks over."

She hadn't planned on seeing him again after their first meeting. After having gone home to do her research and discovering quite the stories, both in and out of work, she couldn't help but intervene.

"Now turn around and look happy to see me."

[masterrofmagnetism]

He had to fight back a smile for the sake of maintaining an impassive visage. His voice calm and even. Almost as though he was bored.

“You know everything printed in there is nothing but fabrications and embellishment. But I was genuinely considering a strong cup of coffee.” 

He had no idea what her game was or why he had decided to play it, but just as he was directed, he turned to face her; finally allowing the grin to break through the surface.

In true European fashion, he took hold of both her shoulders and brought her forward so to land a kiss on both of her cheeks. Under his breath, just loud enough for only her to hear it, he laid out his own demand.

“You’re buying.”

[thehiddenspider]

"If you're good."

Despite her bright smile, it was clear she made adjustments to her appearance, hiding what she couldn't with fake bangs and shades. Had she of more time, she would have gone for a more subtle approach, a flat tyre or broken alarm clock usually does the trick. Something that wouldn't risk her face near his when so many eyes were likely watching him.

Rising to her tiptoes, she pulls him into a hug to continue glancing over his shoulder. One hand pressed on his back to keep him still as she adjusts her shades to snap a picture.

"But I highly suggest trying somewhere new."

[masterrofmagnetism]

He had no idea what was with all the secrecy, but something unspoken and instinctual was telling him that it was best to play along. Allowing himself to be pulled into the embrace, he lingered a little longer than he needed to and made sure to put on a smile when it was finally broken.

To anyone who didn’t know any better, they were nothing but two old friends, who had happened to cross paths on a very busy city sidewalk.

“I am always good.”

Not quite a lie, but a statement seeped in sarcasm.

“I would bet that you know all the best places. I implore you to lead the way.”

[thehiddenspider]

She never acted without a solid plan. Always knew exactly why she did the things she did. By keeping to those rules, she rarely felt hesitant.

Yet that sickening feeling of uncertainty crept upon her now. She really didn't know all the best places, she only knew the worst place for him right now was where he was heading.

"This way." Linking her arm with his, she guided him back the way she came. Without moving her face as she looked out gorgeous any cars slowing down, or people that could be watching the pair.

"When we turn the corner, there's a surveillance camera above the boutique. It's not government owned, but I think you can handle it discreetly."

[masterrofmagnetism]

Keeping the casual but intimate aesthetic of a close friendship, he easily followed her lead; their arms linked and one of his hands placed over top of hers. He made certain to maintain a smile. Just small enough to be mistaken for the type of smile a person didn’t even know they were wearing; simply pleased to be in the company of someone they enjoyed.

“You are tense.”

He could feel it in her muscles.

“I am guessing there is some reason I should be as well, yes?”

He didn’t need to look at the camera to figure out where it was situated. An electromagnetic pull was all he needed to locate it. With a subtle movement that made it look like he was doing nothing but swatting away a bothersome insect, it was disabled just as they passed underneath where it was hung. The traffic on the street easily drowned out the sound of the twisting metal. The only one who would know anything was amiss, was whomever happened to be watching the feed.

[thehiddenspider]

"They will have the surveillance cameras I hacked back up in running in a matter of minutes."

Keeping her voice low as they walked, she would pause, pretending to check the traffic as though she contemplated crossing.

"You should get a cab and go back home before that happens. Avoid the East side of the city entirely if you can."

All too aware of the decades worth of cover blown if they found out she was helping him. She could feel her heart picking up speed in her chest as she tried to search for that famous yellow to get him out of here. Despite the stakes, it wasn't from fear or uncertainty but that familiar thrill of causing chaos simply because she could.

"Be good."

Stopping between a parked cab and the entrance of some highend bar, she would let his arm go. Nodding her head in guesture for him to follow orders, she would walk past him like a total stranger. Heading straight into the building without looking looking back.

[masterrofmagnetism]

Home.

What an odd concept. He hadn’t had one of those in years. There had been houses. Hotels. Apartments. Countless bases that he had built with his own two hands. But home?

He had no home to go back to.

“You know when someone tells you not to do something, it only makes them want to do it. Do not press the red button mentality.

What is going to happen on the east side of the city?”

He knew he likely wouldn’t get an answer. Their last meeting had felt like he had been pulling teeth.

He stood in place on the edge of the curb as the warmth of her arm slipped away from his. With one hand on the top of the car, he moved to watch her go, his voice loud enough to carry over the bustle of the city street.

“Informative and candid as always!”

With a shake of his head, he ducked into the taxi and slammed the door shut behind himself.

“Take me to the east side. Anywhere will suffice”…

[thehiddenspider]

She heard his tantrum, refusing to reward it with a glance back. Rolling her eyes as he slammed the cab door whilst she made her way to the bar.

Ordering a single black coffee to go, she would glance at the silent art deco clock slowly turning on the wall before her eyes shifted to the screen showing the news. It was only a matter of time. She gave him advice, and if he was too much of a hot head to do as told, that was a problem he would have to process another time.

The paper cup hadn't even reached her hand before her phone rang. A sigh escaped her as she raised the device to accept her order of assistanting mission Nightcap.

Leaving money and her coat on the bar, ditching the fake hair piece into the bin on her way out, she could feel that rush of adrenaline coursing through her as she travelled down the street to the cafe she had clearly warned him not to go.

[masterrofmagnetism]

It was blatantly obvious as soon as the taxi had reached the east side of the city that something was afoot. The street was clogged with people and traffic was unusually backed up for the middle of the day.

Rolling down the window, he stuck his head out in an attempt to get a better look at what was going on, but once he realized they were too far away to see anything conclusive, he opted to the pay the man and get out so to walk the rest of the way.

As he got closer he could make out some words of what the crowd was yelling. He could read the words painted across crude, hand made signs. It soon became obvious that this was some kind of protest.

An anti mutant demonstration.

Driven by hate and fuelled by ignorance. It was like stepping back in time thirty years and the crowd was getting volatile.

[thehiddenspider]

By the time she arrived at the chaos, the protesters were pressing themselves up against the metal barricade, grabbing for the cops stationed along the border and throwing anything and everything they could towards the few who stood in opposition.

At any moment, a yellow cab would pull up and unleash its wrath. As much as she wanted to watch that spectacle of rage burn through an urban battlefield, she knew it would only further worsen things. Emotional outbursts helped nothing.

Ignoring the anticipation pulsing in her veins once more, spotting a distraught toddler trapped within a sea of legs. Cursing, she pushed her way towards the crowd, shoving off the hands that reached to pull her arm or hair as she kept her focus on the lost child.

As his small fingers reached to pull on the officers' trousers for attention, the shield dividing the groups would be yanked away. One body pushed into the other as she lifted the child by the scruff of his padded coat and searched for a way out.

[shieldarchitect]

@thehiddenspider continued from here.

"Mostly." She couldn't help the smile as she leaned against the architects desk. It was rare she found herself in this department, taking in all the plans that may as well be in an alien language. "I think everyone should know how to shoot a gun and break a nose need be, might through in first aid if you haven't got that already." Lowering her own voice to match the playful tone, "You in?"

She considered, leaning back in her chair, elbows on the armrests as her hands steepled in front of her.

"I don't know about needing to shoot a gun. I don't really end up in the same sort of situations you do - but breaking a nose? First aid? Yeah, sure.

Why not? Count me in.

When's the class, professor?"

[thehiddenspider]

"Do you prefer a workout before or after work?"

Raising her brow as the corner of her mouth twitched upwards.

"I've clearance to get you out of office for a maximum of 2 hours a week. Was thinking we can split it between 2 days?"

[thehiddenspider]

Someone asked me how I felt about something, and it took me two hours to realise they meant emotions and not physical touch.

[thehiddenspider]

Never wear a new bra to work cause I just noticed my fucking nipples show through and before anyone tries me I've been in a prison half the day so no it's not okay

[noshxmemusings]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

[thehiddenspider]

In a totally non creepy way 😌

[thehiddenspider]

Nicole keeps black widows as pets