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It was supposed to be a simple get in, get out job. Khonshu had told him where to go, pointed out who their target was and as his fist of vengeance, Marc was supposed to have taken them out. Stupidly, he had allowed himself to get a little too cocky by thinking it would be an easy job, one where he could get back home by the next day. Layla knew about his Moon Knight gig, it wasn’t something he hid from her unlike some of the other stuff he did hide. She wouldn’t be too happy that he had left her behind, she’d taken to coming on a few of his ‘missions’, especially when they involved ancient artifacts. Marc hoped she would understand why he’d left her behind on this occasion. Ever since ‘the snap’, tensions had been high and as capable as she was, he didn’t want her in the crossfire with this particular lowlife.

The very fact he was now pinned to the floor and had a gun pressed against the back of his head was all the proof he would need that Layla was better off at home.

Should have known coming to Sweden was a bad idea. Marc had never really liked the cold; too used to more humid and warm climates after being stationed in Iraq and then living in Cairo for years. His movements were more sluggish than they would usually be, and it had cost him the advantage he’d had in the fight. Come on Spector, think. He needed to think of a way out of this before he got a bullet to the brain. Khonshu’s armor was able to heal him, but he didn’t want to test out if it could withstand a bullet going through his head. He couldn’t die here, Layla was expecting him at home and if he died...so would Steven.

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Sender: @agentxromanoffx Prompt: 'I want the K' {agentxromanoffx} (rolled an 18: Pearl Necklace)

james had always been good at being the watchful eye. even before what he could remember , he was just naturally good at it. he imagined that was one of the things that made him such a good sniper. the fact was , he was good at killing ... and doing so unseen most of the time. he didn't always work well on a team. most of the time he didn't work well on a team. but he didn't need to most of the time. he just needed to be obedient to the handlers. most of the time he was.

the times when he wasn't , usually led to punishment. a lot of the time in the form of that fucking chair they strapped him to whenever they wanted to go in and scramble his mind. he hadn't had to go back to that chair for some time now. and that was all thanks to her.

when he was tasked with training her , that was all he had seen her as at first. a student. a killer like him that he needed to test. but then he started to feel a way with her he didn't recognize. at least not immediately. it had been years since he had felt anything like the way he felt when he was with natalia. when they sent them on a mission together ... they worked like a well - oiled machine together. it made the masters that held their leashes pleased. and when hydra and the red room partnered up again ... they were the natural team for the mission.

after a few missions , they started being sent out with a longer leash. handlers were no longer required to stay so close to them , given how loyally they always came back. over time , james developed an attachment to the widow. when he scoped anywhere they went , he doubled back to her more than he would normally. using his scope to keep a close eye on her even when he was farther away than he would have liked. he didn't realize that he had done the same exact thing for another. before he could remember.

the thing was ... he could remember. sort of. it wasn't full memories. colors mostly. red , white , and blue shades flashing. blonde hair. it was the first time in a while , but there were times when natalia managed to trigger these visions. it was distracting , but he always found himself pulled to find more answers. he centered himself , shaking those thoughts away for later after he had regrouped with her , and set to scope out the target. she moved beautifully , as always. he loved watching her. she was alwasy absolutely breathtaking.

hopping down from the fire escape of the building he had been perched on , he watched her approach from the direction she had come from. his stoic gaze on her , offering a protective nod , before speaking in russian. ❛ perfection as always. ❜ he praised , though his tone made compliments come of gruff. she'd know otherwise. ❛ i hardly had to cover you. ❜

❛  i  promise , i  won't  overdo  it.  ❜  he  promised  natalia.  sitting  down  on  the  sofa , and  reaching  for  one  of  her  feet  to  massage  it.  much  like  last  time , he  was  just  as  diligant  with  nat  as  he  was  with  preparation  for  the  baby  to  arrive.  they  were  getting  down  to  the  end  of  it , and  as  always , nat  had  been  an  absolute  vision  through  the  whole  thing.  she  claimed  he  was  biased , and  while  that  may  be  so , it  didn't  make  it  any  less  true.  ❛  though , i'm  pretty  sure  it's  you  who's  supposed  to  be  takin  it  easy.  ❜  he  made  a  playful  pondering  face.  ❛  if  any  of  those  baby  books  you  got  are  right  that  is. ❜

The  twins  were  finally  old  enough  to  begin  going  away  for  training.  Ballet  &  robotics  were  no  longer  the  only  things  they  needed  to  worry  about  ,    &  The  Project  had  decided  that  during  the  summers  ,    the  twins  would  be  returning  to  the  institute  to  continue  the  training  they  would  need  for  when  the  time  came  to  follow  in  their  parent's  footsteps.  They  would  tell  their  friends  they  went  to  camp  ,    where  they  went  on  hikes  &  sat  around  a  campfire  every  night ... When  really  it  would  actually  be  martial  arts  training  ,    marksmanship  courses  ,    &  enough  tests  to  leave  her  more  than  exhausted  by  the  end  of  the  day.  No  days  off.  No  time  to  rest.  Just  training.    " I  don't  think  we're  allowed  to  have  an  opinion  on  if  we  like  it  or  not. "    It  was  a  cold  hard  truth  that  their  family  lived.  Stuck  under  the  control  of  HYDRA  &  the  Red  Room  ,    but  it  really  had  only  been  a  matter  of  time  before  their  luck  would  run  out  ,    &  those  organizations  would  no  longer  feel  their  parent's  training  alone  to  be  sufficient.

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The alluring sensation of alien energies drew Vulcan to this strange new realm pulsing with exotic power unknown on Earth. Soaring overhead, he homed in on the source - two warriors locked in combat below.

One was a nightmarish vision - a female figure encased in obsidian armor etched with malevolent energy lines, a horned crest crowning her head. She mercilessly unleashed searing azure energy tendrils from her deadly lance toward a blond human woman desperately evading each lethal strike.

Part of Vulcan urged indifference - why intervene in a battle not his own? But the intoxicating energies of this world sang an irresistible siren call. To unravel its mysteries, he needed an ally. His path became clear.

Erupting in crimson light, Vulcan interposed himself between the combatants, shielding the human from the next killing stroke. The dark warrior's surprise turned to a grin as Vulcan's bare hands grasped the crackling energy lance, absorbing its fury. Flesh did not burn - with blazing eyes, he reversed and overloaded the weapon in a burst of liberated power, hurling the stunned alien horror through a reinforced wall.

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Ana would have been more than capable of taking care of herself in a fight, and she was a little confused when her mother shoved her behind her in a way of protection. She could understand the desire to protect her child, but Ana was hardly your average child.