#admariahill

“Saw your press conference.” Her smirk was audible, even from a redacted location. “You look tense.”

The number came up as unknown, and Val debated on hanging up, thinking it was a telemarketer. Instinct persuaded her otherwise, almost gasping when she heard that familiar voice of a ghost...

 She was usually so good about keeping her wits about her, about noticing small details. Her line of work required it. And yet Peggy felt as though she’d missed a shameful amount of signs as she kissed her roommate. For the moment, there was no world around them, just the feeling of Maria’s lips against hers and the pounding heart she could hear in her ears.

Pulling back, Peggy felt a flush fly over her face and spread down her neck as instinct gave way to uncertainty. “Oh,” she said quietly. What did it mean? She’d lost a lot of blood--if it was a mistake, maybe she could blame it on that if she needed to. Peggy searched Maria’s face for signs of how she might be feeling, tamping down any hope she might feel. “Um. Thank you?”

But now, she wanted to check in on this new player on the board. Agatha Harkness, or Agnes as she was now. So, in her civilian clothes, she arrived at the doorway of her Westview home, doing her duty by making a call in.

Agatha had been reading, just enjoying her more normal life for a short time. The spell had worn off some time ago, but she was in no rush to leave. It was quiet here. She had noticed the change of organizations around the place, noting that people were asking questions and gather statements. It was only a matter of time before there was a nock at her door as well.

It didn’t take long.

Agatha wasn't usually one to go out of her way to help, but she couldn't necessarily stand by either. They needed her, desperately- and while she hadn't been the biggest fan of S.H.E.I.L.D, Maria had shown Agatha kindness-- there; that was how she could agree to do the right thing- she was doing this for Maria and Maria only.

"I'd back up if I were you--" Agatha swooped down to the front lines, her hands lit with purple energy. "Oh, did you not hear what I said? I said BACK UP!" She twisted her fingers and flicked her wrists, conjuring for the enemy to be bound with her magic.

"You've ruined my day by being an inconvenience." The metal of the attackers crumpled as their wires burst. Agatha had never been too fond of robots.

@admariahill​ said: “Yelena, please, don’t do this.”

There was ANNOYANCE in Yelena’s features as she looked at the other woman. She knew what she was doing; Clint Barton had killed her sister, and he would pay. Maybe he had been Natasha’s friend once, but he had betrayed her. Something had probably happened during the five years Yelena had been snapped. And anyway, she didn’t know what had happened; she just wanted him to die.