#donttouchthestetson

“Absolutely not!” Maria was sure that the panic in her voice was audible. She had no idea what the hell Natasha and Clint were doing walking right into the middle of one of the Losers’ missions, but there they were. And in disguises good enough that the only reason Maria knew it was them was the way they leaned their heads together when they laughed. “They’re friendlies. We can trust them to back us up on the ground.” She looked over at Carlos, her brow furrowing when she realized his finger wasn’t even close to the trigger. “Okay, how did you do that? I almost didn’t recognize them.” burn notice || accepting

              “let’s order in.” eliot grumbles, moving to flop onto the sofa. exhaustion seeps from every inch of him and his body aches. with his face buried in one of the sofa pillows, eliot reaches out to grab for cougar. “just wanna be here. and never move again.”

            Eyebrows furrow. Maybe it’s too early in the morning to be this judgemental, but ... no, it was exactly the right time to be judgemental. Nose wrinkles. And she let’s out a ‘hmph’, indignantly pulling her bowl of cereal in closer. “ -- Just because Eliot and Hardison like you, doesn’t mean you can sit there. Did Eliot tell you you can sit there? What are you doing here so early? You’re not stealing anything, are you?”

// Thank you! I’m glad to be back!!!

Cougar should know by now that if he gave Hardison an inch he would take a mile. “Bring me a soda while I set up?” he asked, giving him the ol’ wide-eyed blink. He was in the middle of creating a fully functioning analog calculator, but Cougar would probably find that boring, and he wanted to show off for him. Building a giant statue of a cougar with flaming eyes would be the plan for today instead.

             “anybody ever tell you that you walk too damn quietly?” samira was sure that they had. she didn’t lower the gun, instead letting her eyes take in the man in front of her. she’d almost completed her retrieval job by now. just a couple more minutes for the files to finish copying and then she could torch the place. “wasn’t expectin’ company...”

Elias (sorry, he has a very flat looking bum in the manga and anime, so... He’s a tall, lanky thing string bean xD)

“What’cha reading?” her voice hardly more than a whisper, even as her eyes track over the pages, seeing if it was something she knew of.