AGENT HILL //

❝  there’s absolutely no fucking reason why burning one briefcase requires more than one person, hill.  you can i both know you could’ve burnt this by yourself, saved your time coming down here, and this obviously unpleasant fucking conversation. so whats the catch?  ❞  because there’s always a catch, isn’t there?  ❝  you risked having this ‘real fucking sensitive information’ exposed just by bringing it over here. it’s not that sensitive. or you would’ve taken care of it yourself. or asked your little fuck friend to take care of it for you,  ❞   that’s a reference to natasha romanoff, obviously.  ❝  — so you needed an excuse — a bullshit one at that — to haul ass to my office. why? what’s really in the briefcase, hill? something you wanna get my prints on so you can frame me for shit later?  ❞  that’s a likely contender.  ❝  — or. let’s see. is it a bomb? this a fucking kill order?  ❞  regardless of the briefcase’s contents, jessica jones is certain of two things : 1) maria hill is a dirty liar because that sort of sensitive material does not currently exist in her hand and is not currently being offered to jessica, and 2) maria hill is a terrible, dirty liar at that, trying to con jessica either into death or into some other thing she really doesn’t want to do.  ❝  — why don’t you just tell me what the fuck’s really going on. practice honesty for a fucking change  ──   if youre even capable of that shit.  ❞  

send me a  ᕤ  @agvnt

27. “After all, dead men tell no tale.”

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “ // @agvnt

maybe it was the prying nature in stephanie brown, or maybe she was more compassionate than she let on –– maybe BOTH. but she couldn’t not ask the disgruntled agent in front of her what was wrong, even if the circumstance didn’t bode well for a response. they knew of each other and that was just about it. still, it certainly felt like an invitation to be asked what she would be screaming for.

“you wanna go to like, a roof or something? they’re usually a bit more isolated, speaking from experience. less likely for someone to call in a report if you really need to let one rip.” she started thinking if she had a grappling hook nearby, could get them up a couple high-rises faster than any elevator would.

“ oh let them make a report. make my day. “ there’s a phone in maria’s hand as she spoke--- fingers flying as she texted something back to someone somewhere. blue eyes narrowed--- jaw steel and grinding together as she hit send and then pocketed the phone. “ politicians and bureaucrats are pieces of shit, spoiler. consider yourself lucky you don’t have to be involved with any. “ the ice in maria’s veins are only out leveled by the fire in her voice. the anger as she stepped towards the purple clad woman. then. glanced to the top of the high rise building. above her line of sight. well.

「 FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. ⋮   @agvnt. 」⋮

「   ❝  →  help me set this fucking thing on fire.  ❞  」⋮

❝  — uh. no?  ❞   knuckles pop with a resonating CRACK. then another. another. jessica settles at her desk, lounging in the seat of her office, legs propped up onto the hardwood tabletop, one crossed atop the other. she shifts her gaze around the room, then pointedly rakes it up maria’s own frame. inspecting. learning. she does nothing to mask her SUSPICION, broken glass of a sharp gaze marring her otherwise neutral expression. pursed lips part into a little scowl — inwardly she’s hoping, praying to a god in which she doesn’t believe, that maria hill won’t break down and cry in this office  (  again  ) .   ❝  you’re probably getting rid of some shield evidence or whatever shield agent bullshit. i want no part in your shady ass organization. set shit on fire by yourself, you seem competent enough — well. sometimes. but you don’t need my help. or get one of your brown nosing agents to do it, they’ve got their heads shoved so far up your ass anyways.  ❞

FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. ⋮   @agvnt. 」⋮

「   ❝  →  let’s make a fucking baby.  ❞  」⋮

❝  — excuse me?  ❞

maria hill should know better. shouldn’t she?  then again.  perhaps her own quick wit and sardonicism have a tendency to obscure the extent of natasha’s DISCOMFORT when it comes to discussions about. babies. pregnancy. poor choice of words?  arguably so. but the widow’s eyes offer no semblance of an indiction something is amiss  —  no twitch of a vein falls out of her proprioceptive control. no heartbeat out of pace. no shift to her gaze. instead, she keeps her breathing steadied as fingers interlace at the nape of maria’s neck, a sculpted brow arches. a glittering smirk curves  ─  dark,  seductive.

❝  ── is that an innuendo, agent? or have you genuinely found another child you wish to parent?  ❞

okay so. she might be a little tipsy. just enough that she’s not thinking before she speaks and---- well. and clearly putting her foot in her mouth. (maybe she’s just--- right in between tipsy and drunk. dripsy? tunk?) and god. god she’s regretting what she just said. knows the moment the words come out of her mouth. as they tumble out and her mind screams WAIT NO but her mouth says BABY. 

“ i am so sorry, “ she’s not slurring her words at least. a god send tonight. in general. she doesn’t look that out of it. not that she’s hiding her drinking from natasha. (there’s not much she hides from natasha.) but. still. it’s nice to know she doesn’t. look drunk. to anyone looking in that doesn’t know her like natasha does.

“ i was trying to be sexy. clearly i failed there. i almost said put a baby in me--- feel like that might have gone off a little better but. really made me feel weird thinking it. “ she’s. drunk babbling. then. pauses. snorts and leans her head against natasha’s shoulder. hms.

introducing my shady but Perfect child,,,, tw for physical & verbal child abuse.