#agentsterling

@agentsterling from here

He’d been using stun arrows to practice—blunted arrows, rounded ends, not meant to pierce through anything—but there was only so much he could do with a stationary target. And Clint knew that the bad guys weren’t going to just stand there, nice and still, and wait for him to shoot at them. A moving target was what he needed, and for that, he’d need a person.

He also happened to know that what he was doing was dangerous as shit. If his aim was off by just the slightest bit, he could seriously hurt whoever chose to help him.

Sterling tilted his head as he watched his charge practice alone. They'd been trying out a new move but there was just no substitute for testing on a live guinea pig. He stepped forward, the clicking of his dress shoes echoing slightly in the wide space.

"Want to try that on a person? I know I look like an accountant and I'm not invincible but I don't break easy."

Without even waiting for confirmation, he began shrugging off his suit jacket and unfastening the buttons of his sleeves.

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( @agentsterling continued from here )

[ ϟ ]—– Reliance on only weapons was never a good thing to have, and it had been too long since the Asgardian had moved without one.

The area was harsh and cold for a training ground, yet it offered security and privacy very few things did these days, and in a sense it was almost comforting, to be able to act without any regard for the potential damage.

Sterling was a brave man, a resilient man, and still there was unmistakable doubt washing over the god's features as the man approached, something akin to amusement rolling through the expanse of broad chest.

It rumbled outward in a distinct chuckle, the sound loud enough to echo ever so slightly.

It only took a glimpse for Lilia to read the changes that had very recently burst through his life. Shifts in direction, new purpose, new starts. He had barely walked into her line of vision when she Saw his last day and his first, and all the swallowing of nerves and uncertainty that came with it.

Fury didn't waste any time. All it took was a quick question to another trusted head and off he went.

Who can I trust to keep an eye on him?

Once he had his answer, Fury had a file sent over to the selected agent. It didn't come with any context, just a messy background and a familiar face.

Fury went in person to deliver the context, to make sure the information got where he needed it to. He didn't call or message ahead, just showed up, lingering in the doorway as he waited to be invited in.

For Lucia, it's one of the many times she and Julie spent the whole day putting together a cosplay and hanging out at her apartment.

For Julie, it's much the same, only instead of making cosplays, it's the weekend before any Spring Break. Julie would be dreading being stuck on a cruise ship with her parents and older sister(s) for the upcoming week, and Lucia would get her family together to take Julie out on a day of non-stop fun and excitement, doing all the touristy NYC things you don't normally think about when you live there. All to distract Julie from the mandated Rodriguez Family Bonding Trip and give her an actually fun time on Spring Break.

The Spider-Woman perched above the red webslinger on the cathedral ledge, half hidden behind a gargoyle.