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“Alright, look alive, people.” 

It was how Sterling usually started the IA meetings and not much had changed since he took over as head of department. Well, a lot had changed. More than the team even knew. Sterling took a moment to look down at the file in his hand and scratch his forehead with his thumbnail before continuing. He’d been stretched pretty thin since November of last year. He blamed himself for a lot of what had gone wrong with the Abstractionss case but he was doing his best to keep morale up in the department. 

“Quick update on Agent Germaine Shepherd’s condition. We think we are nearing an end to that particular chapter and hoping he will be back at work soon. Everyone be sure to give him a warm welcome upon his return. If anyone would like to chip in on the welcome back gift, that would be appreciated. Antique teapots aren’t cheap.”

“Physicals and psych evaluations are coming up and I expect every single one of you to be in attendance, on time, and completed without a fuss. Everyone here should know the importance of mental health and fortitude and if this job is weighing on you in an unhealthy way we need to know so we can take action to keep everyone healthy and safe. The same goes for me as well and I am a big supporter of these evaluations. I wish they happened more often, to be honest. If I hear one of you has skipped either evaluation you will be suspended without pay and you will not be allowed to work again until that evaluation is completed. There will be no leniency on this matter.” 

"I'd like to apologize in advance for the construction that will be happening around the office end of next month. They will be updating our security measures to include..." Sterling furrowed his brow at the file in his hand, flipping to the next page then flipping back. "Ghosts and supernatural entities. Salt in the doors. Lead lining. Silver doorknobs. The whole shebang." He tucked the file under his arm and continued a bit more confidently. "The S.T.A.K.E. department is moving their HQ from New Jersey and this base will now serve as host. Agent Morgan has requested certain departments get authorization for the changes to further protect our facilities from unseen and unknown threats. Naturally we are one of the first to get approval as most Intel is passed through here at some point. That and I did the paperwork for it two weeks ago for early approval. There’s also room in the budget for each of you to receive one piece of inconspicuous silver jewelry, either a watch, a ring, or a bracelet, to test for shifters and other beings weakened or harmed by silver. If you already have one and would prefer not to add more, that’s fine. As someone who was once framed for assault by a shifter, I highly recommend." Sterling held up his hand to show his silver wedding ring. 

“Last announcement, I will be taking off the entire month of December this year and possibly the next two following months for personal leave. Normally Agent Honey would be my natural replacement but since the leave of absence is... extensive we will be looking into the best possible long term replacement. Whether that will be Agent Honey or if Administration feels the need to step in and suggest a higher level agent take the reins, perhaps someone from another department or base, is yet to be decided. Either way, I assure you, you will be in good hands. I will also be taking next Tuesday off for a doctor's appointment. Agent Honey will be covering for me then. You can also reach me by cell phone for emergencies but I assure you she can handle anything you will need. She is more than capable.”

“ i  don’t  understand  how  you  still  like  me  when  i’m  dancing, ”  toothy  grin  and  flushed  cheeks  greet  karen  as  foggy  leans  back  heavily  against  the  sticky  bartop,  too  upbeat  to  dwell  on  the  way  someone’s  spilled  beer  (  at  least  he  hopes  it’s  beer!  )  seeps  into  the  elbow  of  his  shirtsleeve.  it  will  be  a  mystery  stain  to  deal  with  tomorrow,  he  thinks.  the  neck  of  his  own  beer  bottle  hangs  loosely  in  his  grasp  as  he  rolls  his  head  almost  comically  slowly  towards  her,  “ i’m  a  shit  dancer,  page  -  can’t  seduce  the  ladies  with  these  hips  like  i  used  to  in  college. ”  he  tilts  his  head  back  and  runs  his  hand  through  his  sweat-dampened  hair,  watching  the  way  the  flashing  lights  reflect  off  of  the  metal  rafters  above,  “ i  can’t  believe  i  let  you  drag  me  to  a  club.  we  are  so  overdressed.  and  old. ”    @agecfmiracles​ / LYRIC STARTER! ( fred astaire by jukebox the ghost )

the thunder rumbling outside and the brilliant flashes of lightning have kept memphis awake for the better part of the evening. he’s taken to sitting up with his reading glasses on, book in hand, reading by the light from the window - it’s hard on his eyes, but it’s keeping him busy. at least, until he notices that grace is in fact awake and not well, and then the book is cast aside and he reaches across the pillow between them to gently touch her shoulder. “hey - hey, honey, you okay?” his expression quickly morphs into one of immense concern (his sister calls it his dad face, much to his chagrin) as he shifts a little closer to her. “what’s wrong?”

   IF PETER COULD REMEMBER HOW THIS ALL HAPPENED... there would be a truck on the road to New Jersey, originally meant to carry some kind of cargo, and unbeknownst to whoever was driving, a young boy in a tattered suit hidden in the back. Running through only the city lead to dead ends, gunshots, and WAY too many close calls. He couldn’t ask for help, couldn’t contact anyone, with a broken phone to avoid tracking and the visceral WORRY in the pit of his stomach that he might endanger anyone he allowed himself to see. At least finding him in a calmer environment wouldn’t be so easy. It wasn’t long after he found himself in suburbia before the EDITH glasses perched on his nose alerted him of a sudden ANOMALY. Confusing, she couldn’t even identify it. But even with the entire world after him, he rushed towards it-- there could be a problem, someone could be in trouble, he needed to hel-

                                                  Except he doesn’t recall any of that. 

      Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, he looks out at a street of simple houses-- ripped suit and a jacket to conceal the saturated red replaced with a SIMPLE SHIRT, blood wiped from his face and hair styled to eerie perfection. This...is where he lives, he lives here in Westview...he goes to school here, doesn’t he? RIGHT, that’s right, what’s he doing just standing here like this? 

@agecfmiracles​ asked "your cheering-up technique needs work." -

“I didn’t exactly have a lot of time to gather up a cheering Natasha up kit together, so... this is what you’re stuck with for the moment, unfortunately.” This turns out to be a blanket, a couple of cartons of Thai food and a really shitty movie that definitely screamed of a last minute purchase sort of panic. “You definitely look better than you did when I first got here, so I think it worked well enough.” A definite win, in Steve’s book. He sets his empty carton on the nearby table and slips an arm around her shoulders, a small smile on his lips as he looks her over.

“I’ll take the criticism on board for next time.” 

bucky barnes x natasha romanoff

He doesn’t remember anything that has happened. Everything he knows that he is suddenly standing here, in this weird town. The people look strange and are acting even weirder.

No one is talking to him so he just... starts walking. For once he decides to walk at a normal pace, trying to catch glimpses of something familiar. He doesn’t.  Slowly it seems like he reaches a better part of town. The people seem more, well, alive. Happier. And here Pietro starts noticing little bits that feel like he knows them. He can’t really place it but he just... knows. 

        ❛      you  and  i  both  know  that  this  is  how  it’s  gotta  be         ❜

@agecfmiracles​   ❤ ‘d for a one liner !