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Natasha frowned eyebrows furrowing as she studied the information on the screen. âAnd how exactly does this pertain to me?â She asked mildly as she focused on her. âAnd you had better make the answer good before I arrest you for having this information in the first place.â She added.Â
âBecause, thereâs a link.â A single index finger extended, pressing its tip firm against the luminous screen where underneath, a name most likely familiar to the Russian spy was written. âThe job was to track down the shipment and completely destroy it, leave the rest to the higher ups. I did just that, but something caught my eye, looked valuable thus important. I compartmentalized off record.â Retracting that very finger, Annieâs eyes left the screen and focused on Natasha. For once, there wasnât a smart ass grin, not even a trace of her arrogant demeanor. This had moment had been one of those rare kind of moments for the Mercenary, a moment where she wasnât after the end goal that pertained to money or materialistic gainâ she wanted to help, genuinely do good by helping. Arresting mightâve been necessary at the time, according to the rule book, of course. But deep down Annieâs thoughts prayed for the potential hope that the fellow SHIELD agent would take a stance like she had done many times before in the past.
âThat guy. Malkov Petriââ One of the most notorious weaponry trading bastards out there, âI think heâs made a few rotten eggs in the hen house. SHIELD wouldnât let this guy walk, he was there on the scene, I had a clear shot. And the weapons? They werenât his, they were a decoy. I did an analysis on past encounters on collections of evidence. Thereâs bullshit and I need your help.â He was defnitely up to something, and the fact that it hit so close to home where she believed there was plausible evidence for dirty agents? Oh, that just pissed her off.
âlook â i leave, you die. they know who you are and theyâll track you down. and i canât ââ he stops himself. holding his breath for just a minute as he tries to come up with the right words to say. âi canât let that happen.â
( OPEN. )
She looked at him from across the island bar. It was just another typical night of cleaning weapons, eating whatever concoction she made, and calling it early because there wasnât anything better to do...until it came barreling through the damn door like a wrecking ball. â...â Now look at whoâs trying to come up with the right words. It was serious when the smart mouth couldnât clap back with a remark or response. Every fiber and cell in her body was screaming against this. Farlow stood fine on her own and especially against others, being alone is all she had ever known but now there was this former marine who was a beast in the field, standing in front of her, in her kitchen, telling the mercenary he couldnât let her die. Did he not know how many people would pay to watch her die? That if her death were to happen she almost wouldnât be afraid or upset about it? If anything, he mustâve known that deep down she deserved it, because he had to have known everything she did and how she was conscious with every pull of the trigger, twist of the neck, and stabbing of the blade. But here he was-- telling someone who still did not completely understand the idea of friendships, relationships, hell-- even love...that he couldnât let her die. Maybe, maybe she did understand but was not completely comfortable. Was she afraid? Probably. Most likely. It really jammed her gears, started to make her think. In fact, this was pissing her off. All her life she kept distance from everyone, except the one time that really furthered her reasoning and logic in support of pushing all away and remaining alone. She wasnât meant to be cared for. Though, unwillingly she would admit she has cared for others, not enough to achieve heartbreak or completely mourn if they were to perish, but just enough to the point she would punch someone in the throat for them. So, when the tables turn and someone tells her that they care about her, her life? Itâs a goddamn trip. On the other hand, that wasnât the only thing making her afraid-- Frank Castle was afraid, too. She should have not taken the job, should have stayed out the way. Instead, Farlow took on a mission that shared a common enemy with Frank Castle, an enemy she underestimated and apparently did not succeed in killing. â...Shit.â She broke eye contact after the profanity broke the atmosphere. Her hand dragged the towel from off her shoulder, gripping it tight before throwing it on the table out of agitation. âThis is bullshit.â The bowl near her weapon pieces was picked up and tossed a little too roughly into the sink, because it cracked in a shattering clang as she turned, running her fingers through her locks. âI can handle this, Frank. I donât need the god damn Punisher playing Prince Charming, if I was that kind of damsel, well, I would have been dead a long time ago. All I know is, is that if you stay? We both die.â Shit, did she just show her hand? Halting at the corner of the island, a glance was thrown from the industrial windows before travelling back and sticking on the anti-hero. Annieâs sigh emerged from the sucking of her teeth that created an irritated hiss. â...Again, this...this is bullshit.â
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âWait, what did you say?â Pietro asked, immediately taking offense. His eyes narrowed and he already felt himself getting hot. âYou want to say that again and see what happens?â There were certain things he just didnât tolerate, and this was one of them.
âEasy, sunshine.â Already, the agentâs palm had been firmly grasped around the hilt of her FN Five-Seven, which essentially would get her no where even with her own enhanced speed. This guy had her out beat by a mile at close range, and pissing him off would just make the entire scene uglier than it already had become. It was clear that Annie was NOT in the mood to go guns blazing or fists swinging today, not after her last mission, which she had only returned from a few hours ago. Lagos was her hell, it was hot, dusty, and practically impossible to move around in; she stuck out like a sore thumb. ââGo ahead. Take a hit.â She urged through hushed words, head dipping ever so subtly in gesture to his fist.
âSunshine?â Pietro repeated, his sharp insult melting in to a mere playful affront. He was still on the defensive, however, for he saw the womanâs hand on her gun. Who was she and what did she want him for? When she all but dared him to punch her, Pietro suddenly felt like a jerk, pressured by a strange agent or no. âI donât hit girls,â he said, as if it was insulting to him to even insinuate such a thing. âNot unless they give me pretty damn good reason to. Life or death sort of reason. So donât draw that gun, and I wonât have to knock you out.â Glancing at it, he figured he could probably take it right out of her hand and empty it before she even saw him coming, but⌠nah. Not yet. Letâs figure out what the hell this is about first.
âSo⌠what is this? What do you want from me? Iâm behaving myself.â That⌠was debatable, but Pietro didnât know her, and that meant she could be anyone. Avengers, SHIELD, Hydra, police⌠anyone. And each one of those would be handled very differently from the other, of course. Trying to keep his temper under control, he eyed her weapon one more time before he started to pace a little, looking up and down the street to see if he was being surrounded at all. âYou alone?â he asked. Trusting was something Pietro was definitely not.
He was smart, that was good. Then again, practically having an upbringing on the streets will force a person to be smart in situations no person should go through. Listening intently, the agent made a decision which every instinct and nerve in her body raged for her not to do, something she believed to have never done in a situation like this, around a potentially enhanced hostileâ Annieâs hand lifted from her weapon.
Her expression softened, though focus remained sharp, while concentration on every detail of his movement and expression remained active. âYouďżź donât hit me, I donât hit you. I like that, makes this a lot easier.â
The explanation and bringing him in, is what she meant by just that. An unknown organization had been hunting down Hydraâs enhanced loose ends. People had been vanishing off the map left and right leading SHIELD to issue their own hunt, but for protection. There had been little to no information on the organizationâs operations, let alone their motives or the whereabouts of those who had been takenâ it was a ghost mission, and the good guys? They feared the worst.
âYeah, Iâm alone. Things get done faster that way.â Annie responded, eyeing his blatantly nervous pace. She understood how he felt, sheâs been in the very spot. âYour sister is safe. Sheâs with the Avengers. You on the other hand, are being sought out by SHIELD and the big boys, too. Iâve been sent to get you. Thereâs an unknown organization thatâs appeared out of no where, and with what little evidence we have and a missing personâs list? Theyâre taking Hydraâs projects loose ends. That means people like you...and people like me. I donât know about you, butâ like hell am I going back anywhere near that part of the past, and I donât think you want to either. So, get whatever you have. Weâre going.â
He just stared at the other, with his petty face on. Eyes squinted and a million thoughts raced through his brain. Azari had no words for the other person talking, hopefully his facial expression didnât come off too rude.Â
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âIâm sorry, I must be growing a third eye right here right now or you have really unfortunate genetics, because I know damn well that look isnât for me.â She had halted mid sentence, careless to the fact she spoke to someone of royal blood, but then again, Annie was definitely not the diplomatic kind.
She was the complete opposite.
The Mercenary could practically smell the brewing tension exasperating from the Wakandian, all whilst in the middle of her speech. Sent here by SHIELD, backed by the Avengers, an illegal weaponry trade ran a trail all the way past and through the borders of Wakanda, exposing the reasonably assumed location of the supplier. These weapons were not any ordinary weaponsâ no, god if only. The bullets themselves were forged from Vibranium, stolen vibranium, as well as the base of most of the supply. It took a good debate back and forth whether or not the situation should be left to the ruling of Wakanda, but...when weapons that had already killed people were sold, created by the strongest metal on earth that had been stolen right out from under themâ it was clear that this was no longer a Wakandian matter. Further aid was needed, and Farlow had been the best candidate for tracking when the situation was addressed. She was not here to soothe political tensions, propose treaties or whatever could be assumed. There was a job that needed to be done, and someone who needed to be taken down. In and out, she prayed it would be that simple.

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âI had no choice. There was no one else I could turn trust.â Natasha stated as she tugged on the hood of her jacket making sure that it hadnât slipped. Sheâd been led down in the back of the car for the past half hour waiting for them to return, having originally picked the lock to gain entry. â
â...â She knew from the second she touched her handle someone was already in the back seat. Enhanced intuition persevered and ratted the Russianâs position and presence out, aided by her mutated hearing that picked up a faint heart beat. If it hadnât been for the familiar scent the spy carried, a gun would have already been drawn out and aimed. An exhale of aggitation escaped from her nose as hands gripped tightly on her wheel. The ignition roared life into the quiet shell of her beloved car, and she still had yet to acknowledge her stowaway of the day. Yeah, as if that was going to happen. If they were being watched, and the Mercenary dared to give off signs that she wasnât alone, the scene would throw up red flags. A person wouldnât even need to go through SHIELD training to know that fact, theyâd just have to be on the streets long enough. â...You know, getting in my car and sneaking up on me isnât the best way of saying *I need help.* Nowâ if you wanted to get shot, then you aced it.â She replied, pulling out of her parking space. âWhatâre we looking at? Who did you piss off this time?â
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âWait, what did you say?â Pietro asked, immediately taking offense. His eyes narrowed and he already felt himself getting hot. âYou want to say that again and see what happens?â There were certain things he just didnât tolerate, and this was one of them.
âEasy, sunshine.â Already, the agentâs palm had been firmly grasped around the hilt of her FN Five-Seven, which essentially would get her no where even with her own enhanced speed. This guy had her out beat by a mile at close range, and pissing him off would just make the entire scene uglier than it already had become. It was clear that Annie was NOT in the mood to go guns blazing or fists swinging today, not after her last mission, which she had only returned from a few hours ago. Lagos was her hell, it was hot, dusty, and practically impossible to move around in; she stuck out like a sore thumb. ââGo ahead. Take a hit.â She urged through hushed words, head dipping ever so subtly in gesture to his fist.
âIâve been watching this show called âCatfishâ and I gotta say, these people are really bad at faking their identities.â
Blinking into the nothingness that her eyes fell upon, the Agent attempted to grasp an understanding, and wrap her mind around what he decided to announce. It was quietâpeaceful, even, and then the Man had the bewildering audacity to go on and say something like that. Annie casually set the dismantled weapon piece on the surface of the glass table, with eyes shifting their gaze to settle on his face. He wasnât serious, was he? âââ A beat of thought. Oh, no. He was serious.
âIâ First of all, no shit. Second of all - since when did you have enough free time to watch garbage on tv? Shouldnât you, I donât know, be saving the world or working on a cure for cancer?â
I am somehow alive?
Wow, itâs been quite some time. A lot has changed, and by a lot I mean an incredibly wild balance of both good things and bad. The muses have even changed! Theyâre ironed out, upgraded or whatever you want to call it! Thereâs even a few new ones! However, I will say after reading old posts from even 2016, I miss how passionate and excited I was about writing. It was so smooth and free flowing that I felt inspired again to return and try to build on the craft, hell, maybe even meet some new people.
Least to say, itâs been trialing trying to get through it all, and Iâve clearly almost abandoned Tumblr RP as a whole.
Thatâll change today.
So uh...bare with me. A girlâs gotta relearn the ways of Tumblr Writingâ and I gotta update my profiles, holy crap.
Anyway. Surprise! Iâm back!
âI am most definitively going to kick your ass for this,â Nick said coldly glaring at them.  âSo running now may be an option,âÂ
Her posture straightened up as a look of unamused disappoint spread across her features. Was he serious? âYouâre totally shitting me right now.â She couldnât figure out what was more offensive; the fact that he would threaten her or the fact that he would think sheâd run away.
âDo you not see this mess?â He asked pointing.  âLike seriously do I look like Iâm kidding at all?â He asked shaking his head.  âI mean, you could of at least waited til I got here to have all the fun.â He huffed.Â
Well, he was right about one thing; she made an absolute mess. Mangled Bodies and empty casings surrounded the agent at her feet, which was no surprise. The woman was capable of handling herself alone, yet this was a joined missionâŚwhoops. There was a subtle nod and then a tilt of her head where a little contemplation took placeâ âYeah, well, ya should of gotten here faster. Iâm sorry for hurting your âlil feelings.â But this was Annie Farlow, like hell was the woman going to admit to any of her wrongdoings. âBesides, we have the mission to focus on, not the state of those who became casualties, but if you want an updateâ I shot their asses up and broke a few bones. Now, we donât have a lot of time, we have a clear opening to the main office to get the information downloaded from the computer and onto the chip. After that?â Through out her little speech, Annie had been reloading her FN five-seven. âWe go to the Dead Drop and set out to finish the mission.â By finish, she meant pursuing the assassination of the CEO, whom was in accords with enemy countries to create deadly weapons. Simple.Â
Nick rubbed his temple starring at the woman with a sigh he shook his head.  âOookay yes I know what our mission is, you donât need to remind me as you check off your murder quota.â He responded with a sigh moving through the field of dead bodies.  âMaybe next time leave someone behind to question,â He quipped.Â
âOh, but I did.â With in a flick of her wrist, a card exited from her sleeve in a flash, caught quickly between her index and middle finger. From her Enhanced detail intuition to employing her accelerated optimal finesse, the interrogation didnât last long. âNow we donât have to hack into the security system.â Sheâd comment, over stepping her largest victim as she followed her partner.
âSo uhâŚsince you did all of this on your own,â He said dryly taking a deep breath.  âWhat on earth am I even here for?â He asked looking annoyed and almost bored.  âLike seriously,âÂ
She took a quick moment to think. âIâm not as good with technology as you are and SHIELD sent you here,â There was a quick shift of glance directed toward him. âBut hey, maybe I do have a problem with being excessive and taking everything on my own. I donât play well with others.â Holding out the access key, the agent would smirk. âNow shall we?â
Nick rubbed his forehead and sighed softly before looking up and nodding.  âYa, just maybe.â He said mildly taking a deep breath licking his lips.  âAlright, yes lets get this over with,â He said taking the access key taking a deep breath and heading for the door.Â
Her head cocked to the side the moment she redirected her attention, eyes focusing on the back of her field partner as he made way to the room. "I'll leave you to that and take outside watch, just in case we run into anything," Annie would state, "Or as I should say, just in case anyone runs into us."

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@agentfarlow Like this for a starter.Â
Carter had been stalking this man for days, he was just moments from finally getting him. Finally taking the shot that would put his target down. He shifted the gun to his shoulder, siting through the telescoping lens. He tooks a deep breath, narrowing his eyes as he watched the man, grinning he pressed a finger into his ear listening to the conversation going on in the room in the building across the way.  He grinned looking forward to the screams when he blew this mans brains out. He shifted wiggling closer to the edge, before tension ran through every line in his body.  âCan I help you?â He asked mildly without removing his eye from the scope.  âCause Iâm a bit busy, you know gonna kill this guy,â He honestly didnât care i this was a man, woman, child, Cop any of the above he would deal with them accordingly once he was done with Mr. Kincaid across the way there.Â
There was a familiar sound of metallic clicks as the gun was hoisted up into a precise aim. Obviously, the woman was mad but it wasnât exactly revealed yet considering she didnât even speak before threatening him. He was a complete stranger, sure, but that was even more concerning considering she found him so easily.
âYou wanna explain why the hell you just took out my target before I give the rooftop a new paint job?â The weapon was cocked back and she took a step closer.
âPut your weapon down, hands behind your headâ and maybe Iâll let you live on the account of me being nice.â There it was, that verbal threat.
SHIELD had given her a ghost mission, take out the target and leave, no traces left behind, but now everything was compromised and a last minute interrogation needed to take place. Her extraction point would have to be re-arranged to her exact location, if not closer. However, the question that was lingering was /who the hell is he?/
He sighed enjoying the screams in his ear as people across the way rushed to the now very dead Mr.Kinkaid. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the intruder sighing he rolled his eyes. He rest his hands behind his head and laid back on the roof grinning.  âMaybe youâll let me live, ooooh thatâs a good one, your SHIELD field trainer give you that one?â He smirked lightly.  âwell lets see, he was my target, has been for going on 2 weeks now, sorry I got to him first,â He responded before moving swiftly rolling out of her gun sights, snagging his rifle and aiming it at her calmly.  He grinned at her watching her closely crouching low making himself a smaller target. He tilted his head.  âI am sorry I got here first butâŚI got here first.âÂ
âAnd to think I was gonna be able to kick some ass and take a few names. What SHIELD dispatch agent sent you out here? This is the fourth time with in weeks paths have been crossed, and Iâm not holding a compartmentalization mission here.â The agent groaned, tilting her head back as she spoke, yet kept her finger wearily on the trigger.
He got to his feet slinging his gun over his shoulder before he looked at her calmly.  âNo dispatch agent gives me my orders, I take orders from the boss, and the boss only,â He responded calmly.  âAnd nothing about this is compartmentalized, I found the guy, I shot the guy, case closed.â He said with a shrug before running his fingers through his hair.Â
So, that was that. Called out from her comfy apartment and dragged out into the field for a mix-up that resulted with nothing but wasted time. "Right, I guess we can both haul ass back to the extract point." Thank Christ for silent analyzation, for everything he was saying was the truth, there were no concerning ticks in his behavior, and she was sure she had seen him in the system before. Worst case scenario? She'd brawl it out if he posed a threat.
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âYour friends die or go mad. You never know whom to trust. Youâll never have a normal relationship. And if you do find love, remember one rule. Never have kids. Never.â
There was one blink...and a whole lot of silence. Blue eyes finally worked their way up to meet with the Russian, staring at her with great understanding.
"I've always been alone, Agent Romanoff." Though this wasn't completely true, she had never considered herself to be apart of a team or pair.
"I don't think anything wants to or will stop me from doing that. I've killed more people than I've met. Besides SHIELD and allies - Everyone's just another potential target."
When it came down to it, Steve wasnât the type of man to divulge on the pain that he felt. Rather, he buried it deep down and avoided it for as long as possible. That was the best way to deal with it, he supposed; avoid it until it ceased to exist. However, this wasnât one of those times where he could ignore the pain.Â
The type of pain that he was feeling was deep and bone-shattering. It shook him to his core, and not the first time, he wanted to rip himself from limb to limb and succumb to the pain that he felt. It was in his chest, his head, his heart â his goddamn heart. He wanted desperately to tear out the dark feeling that lingered in his very being and replace it with something else entirely, but how could he? How could he possibly do such a thing?
The feeling festered inside of him until it grew into something so indescribable â so tangled â that Steve could not, for the life of him, work out how to make himself better. After weeks spent trying to avoid it, he finally found himself in his room, pressed against the wall with his knees tucked to his chest. A knock sounded, soon followed by a murmur of a voice. ââm fine,â was his quiet, croaked reply.Â
This type of life wasn't easy for anyone, no matter how capable you were of handling with success, as long as you were human -- you'd find yourself in the dark. Darkness, that's all things seem to be these days. It was a constant atmosphere looming itself around others, driving people into fear and desolate hope. One would battle against it on the outside, but once it seeped through the walls, it could all become one's mindset. Broken.
She swung open the door anyway, right before his exhausted sounding tone ceased to speak. Annie caught the readings before hand upon earlier observation; she didn't mean to, it's just how one of her many abilities worked. Her head would tilt and the Mutate's right hand would gently rest on a cocked hip whilst the other held onto the handle of the door.
"Yeah, and the gas prices aren't jacked either." For once her tone lacked apathy.
Whilst some shattered into a dark abyss, whatever was thrown at her propelled her to a much harsher adaptation. She was always alone, always vocal yet observant where one could assume she was nothing but egotistical and selfish, however...this was different.
"I know a B-S when I hear it...especially when it comes from someone who is practically the embodiment of God's golden Boy Scout." The corners of her lips would quirk. "So, what's going on, Steve?"
âI am most definitively going to kick your ass for this,â Nick said coldly glaring at them.  âSo running now may be an option,âÂ
Her posture straightened up as a look of unamused disappoint spread across her features. Was he serious? âYouâre totally shitting me right now.â She couldnât figure out what was more offensive; the fact that he would threaten her or the fact that he would think sheâd run away.
âDo you not see this mess?â He asked pointing.  âLike seriously do I look like Iâm kidding at all?â He asked shaking his head.  âI mean, you could of at least waited til I got here to have all the fun.â He huffed.Â
Well, he was right about one thing; she made an absolute mess. Mangled Bodies and empty casings surrounded the agent at her feet, which was no surprise. The woman was capable of handling herself alone, yet this was a joined missionâŚwhoops. There was a subtle nod and then a tilt of her head where a little contemplation took placeâ âYeah, well, ya should of gotten here faster. Iâm sorry for hurting your âlil feelings.â But this was Annie Farlow, like hell was the woman going to admit to any of her wrongdoings. âBesides, we have the mission to focus on, not the state of those who became casualties, but if you want an updateâ I shot their asses up and broke a few bones. Now, we donât have a lot of time, we have a clear opening to the main office to get the information downloaded from the computer and onto the chip. After that?â Through out her little speech, Annie had been reloading her FN five-seven. âWe go to the Dead Drop and set out to finish the mission.â By finish, she meant pursuing the assassination of the CEO, whom was in accords with enemy countries to create deadly weapons. Simple.Â
Nick rubbed his temple starring at the woman with a sigh he shook his head.  âOookay yes I know what our mission is, you donât need to remind me as you check off your murder quota.â He responded with a sigh moving through the field of dead bodies.  âMaybe next time leave someone behind to question,â He quipped.Â
âOh, but I did.â With in a flick of her wrist, a card exited from her sleeve in a flash, caught quickly between her index and middle finger. From her Enhanced detail intuition to employing her accelerated optimal finesse, the interrogation didnât last long. âNow we donât have to hack into the security system.â Sheâd comment, over stepping her largest victim as she followed her partner.
âSo uhâŚsince you did all of this on your own,â He said dryly taking a deep breath.  âWhat on earth am I even here for?â He asked looking annoyed and almost bored.  âLike seriously,âÂ
She took a quick moment to think. "I'm not as good with technology as you are and SHIELD sent you here," There was a quick shift of glance directed toward him. "But hey, maybe I do have a problem with being excessive and taking everything on my own. I don't play well with others." Holding out the access key, the agent would smirk. "Now shall we?"
@agentfarlow Like this for a starter.Â
Carter had been stalking this man for days, he was just moments from finally getting him. Finally taking the shot that would put his target down. He shifted the gun to his shoulder, siting through the telescoping lens. He tooks a deep breath, narrowing his eyes as he watched the man, grinning he pressed a finger into his ear listening to the conversation going on in the room in the building across the way.  He grinned looking forward to the screams when he blew this mans brains out. He shifted wiggling closer to the edge, before tension ran through every line in his body.  âCan I help you?â He asked mildly without removing his eye from the scope.  âCause Iâm a bit busy, you know gonna kill this guy,â He honestly didnât care i this was a man, woman, child, Cop any of the above he would deal with them accordingly once he was done with Mr. Kincaid across the way there.Â
There was a familiar sound of metallic clicks as the gun was hoisted up into a precise aim. Obviously, the woman was mad but it wasnât exactly revealed yet considering she didnât even speak before threatening him. He was a complete stranger, sure, but that was even more concerning considering she found him so easily.
âYou wanna explain why the hell you just took out my target before I give the rooftop a new paint job?â The weapon was cocked back and she took a step closer.
âPut your weapon down, hands behind your headâ and maybe Iâll let you live on the account of me being nice.â There it was, that verbal threat.
SHIELD had given her a ghost mission, take out the target and leave, no traces left behind, but now everything was compromised and a last minute interrogation needed to take place. Her extraction point would have to be re-arranged to her exact location, if not closer. However, the question that was lingering was /who the hell is he?/
He sighed enjoying the screams in his ear as people across the way rushed to the now very dead Mr.Kinkaid. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the intruder sighing he rolled his eyes. He rest his hands behind his head and laid back on the roof grinning.  âMaybe youâll let me live, ooooh thatâs a good one, your SHIELD field trainer give you that one?â He smirked lightly.  âwell lets see, he was my target, has been for going on 2 weeks now, sorry I got to him first,â He responded before moving swiftly rolling out of her gun sights, snagging his rifle and aiming it at her calmly.  He grinned at her watching her closely crouching low making himself a smaller target. He tilted his head.  âI am sorry I got here first butâŚI got here first.âÂ
"And to think I was gonna be able to kick some ass and take a few names. What SHIELD dispatch agent sent you out here? This is the fourth time with in weeks paths have been crossed, and I'm not holding a compartmentalization mission here." The agent groaned, tilting her head back as she spoke, yet kept her finger wearily on the trigger.

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Carter had been stalking this man for days, he was just moments from finally getting him. Finally taking the shot that would put his target down. He shifted the gun to his shoulder, siting through the telescoping lens. He tooks a deep breath, narrowing his eyes as he watched the man, grinning he pressed a finger into his ear listening to the conversation going on in the room in the building across the way.  He grinned looking forward to the screams when he blew this mans brains out. He shifted wiggling closer to the edge, before tension ran through every line in his body.  âCan I help you?â He asked mildly without removing his eye from the scope.  âCause Iâm a bit busy, you know gonna kill this guy,â He honestly didnât care i this was a man, woman, child, Cop any of the above he would deal with them accordingly once he was done with Mr. Kincaid across the way there.Â
There was a familiar sound of metallic clicks as the gun was hoisted up into a precise aim. Obviously, the woman was mad but it wasn't exactly revealed yet considering she didn't even speak before threatening him. He was a complete stranger, sure, but that was even more concerning considering she found him so easily.
"You wanna explain why the hell you just took out my target before I give the rooftop a new paint job?" The weapon was cocked back and she took a step closer.
"Put your weapon down, hands behind your head-- and maybe I'll let you live on the account of me being nice." There it was, that verbal threat.
SHIELD had given her a ghost mission, take out the target and leave, no traces left behind, but now everything was compromised and a last minute interrogation needed to take place. Her extraction point would have to be re-arranged to her exact location, if not closer. However, the question that was lingering was /who the hell is he?/
âI am most definitively going to kick your ass for this,â Nick said coldly glaring at them.  âSo running now may be an option,âÂ
Her posture straightened up as a look of unamused disappoint spread across her features. Was he serious? âYouâre totally shitting me right now.â She couldnât figure out what was more offensive; the fact that he would threaten her or the fact that he would think sheâd run away.
âDo you not see this mess?â He asked pointing.  âLike seriously do I look like Iâm kidding at all?â He asked shaking his head.  âI mean, you could of at least waited til I got here to have all the fun.â He huffed.Â
Well, he was right about one thing; she made an absolute mess. Mangled Bodies and empty casings surrounded the agent at her feet, which was no surprise. The woman was capable of handling herself alone, yet this was a joined missionâŚwhoops. There was a subtle nod and then a tilt of her head where a little contemplation took placeâ âYeah, well, ya should of gotten here faster. Iâm sorry for hurting your âlil feelings.â But this was Annie Farlow, like hell was the woman going to admit to any of her wrongdoings. âBesides, we have the mission to focus on, not the state of those who became casualties, but if you want an updateâ I shot their asses up and broke a few bones. Now, we donât have a lot of time, we have a clear opening to the main office to get the information downloaded from the computer and onto the chip. After that?â Through out her little speech, Annie had been reloading her FN five-seven. âWe go to the Dead Drop and set out to finish the mission.â By finish, she meant pursuing the assassination of the CEO, whom was in accords with enemy countries to create deadly weapons. Simple.Â
Nick rubbed his temple starring at the woman with a sigh he shook his head.  âOookay yes I know what our mission is, you donât need to remind me as you check off your murder quota.â He responded with a sigh moving through the field of dead bodies.  âMaybe next time leave someone behind to question,â He quipped.Â
"Oh, but I did." With in a flick of her wrist, a card exited from her sleeve in a flash, caught quickly between her index and middle finger. From her Enhanced detail intuition to employing her accelerated optimal finesse, the interrogation didn't last long. "Now we don't have to hack into the security system." She'd comment, over stepping her largest victim as she followed her partner.