#coldbloodedward

Curiosity, flecked with concern finally wore through Carly’s resolve and they started a new message to the burner he’d texted from last.

[unsent text:] Hey Mister. need a lift?

They erased the message. Was that the kind of image you want to send the man who would be the next leader of HYDRA? The one that you wanted to get to know better? And work with?

Pffttt. Normally Carly wouldn’t care. Normally, they’d not give a second thought what the person they was working for thought. OR whether they dropped off the face of the earth.

So, then why did it make them frown when there were no messages on their phone?

[text:] Got a faster plane. Want to see how fast we can make it to Port. St, LaBella? And back?

@coldbloodedward​ asked;  ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger .

She had heard about what he did, and, to say she was surprised would be a lie. Gemma trusted no one, but it still hurt to know that a member of the team had betrayed them.

She couldn’t wait to see Grant again, now that she knew what had happened she found she missed him dearly. She hoped he would come soon, her shoulder was in a sort of awkward position and she’d like very much to stretch out. Her friends mind soothed her and reminded her to wait, it was so much easier with her friend here. She felt like she could do anything as long as her friend was with her. 

Eva had become quite the little escape artist which lead Mason to of course be mildly impressed and yet panicked all at once. Today of course much as expected she’d wandered off into the great expanse of the shield base, a recently acquired bag of open goldfish crackers in one hand and a zippy cup of juice in the other she ran down the hallway his eyes downward and focused more on the lights that light up with each strike of sole against floor. But soon enough she’d run into the legs of Grant Ward and promptly fell back, her zippy cup rolling across the floor, her goldfish spilling from the bag and her bottom hitting the floor harder than expected. Her lip jutted out and in true toddler fashion she started to cry. 

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

OH GOD

“Well, how else are you supposed to know what it feels like?” Grant replied with a shrug. “Don’t want you thinking ‘oh this isn’t so bad’.” Of course he’d still held back, not wanting to cause serious injury, but he didn’t want to go too easy. She would never learn how to effectively block a real hit then if the speed and power was nothing like she’d experience in a real fight.

It reminded him of when he’d trained Skye, before the Fall. Before he’d been revealed as one of Hydra’s pawns. It still surprised him that they trusted him enough to let him train someone again, but he wasn’t going to turn down the offer just because he thought he shouldn’t have it.

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There’s a sigh that leaves her lips as she drops her stance, reaching up she places her fingers upon her split lip only to let ice cover the small wound to heal it and just like that, when the ice was gone her lip was back to normal. “Well if I was in my full organic ice form, I wouldn’t have felt that.” 

Charlotte knew that she needed to train like this as a plan B, she’s a mutant after all and there’s no doubt there’s ways to bring a mutant down easily and so this was a last resort to defending herself. “Okay.. I’m ready.” She took her stance again and when he was ready she went forward to throw a punch. Unlike her mistake before, Charlotte blocked the punch this time and took a chance on grabbing his arm and for a moment it looked like she was going to bring him over her shoulder but instead she was brought back against his chest and soon her back landed on the mat, knocking her breath away.