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"Thank you. Here’s your knife."

   There’s a slight frown from the teen, taking the knife that was offered to him. Peter wasn’t sure how much he was liking this. He was on a mission with Bucky, standing awkwardly as the man did most of the work. He could tell the man didn’t think he should be doing this stuff -- wow, could he suddenly not cut something ?? -- but he didn’t mind completely.  His aunt would probably agree ... but he wasn’t just a teenager. He could handle it.

Kind of. He was nervous -- scared -- and he hoped that his first mission would turn out fine.

The fact he was on a mission at all was enough to keep him happy and calm.

[Text] We don’t know her.

His face had been splashed all over the news lately. Assassin. Murderer. Terrorist. Anything awful they could label someone, it had been stuck on the man in front of her. She’d have been stupid not to recognize that face from the television. Lorna held her hands up, stopped her approach the moment she heard his words and saw that reaction. “You’re losing blood and that arm looks broken,” she responded, tone soft but stern as she nodded toward the arm he was cradling.

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“You’re certainly more than qualified from a training perspective,” Lord Peterssen says as he circles his desk to seat himself across from the applicant. Arendal’s Lord Chancellor set down the his file and folded his hands atop his desk, adopting a more relaxed and open posture. “Have you ever been responsible for the life of another person, Mr. Barns?” He asks. “A life that thousands of people are depending upon. Because Elsa is not just a political figurehead. She is Arendal. The hopes and futures of each person within this country are intricately tied to her, as they were he father before her. If anything happens to her this country becomes more vulnerable than it already is. Are you prepared to take on that responsibility?” Though his questions are focused on political ramifications it is clear by the look in his eyes he is asking something deeper. Can this man seated before him protect what is precious to him?