#inhumanhacker

@inhumanhacker To say that Jason Krieger Long was an outcast was an understatement. Specific reasons as to why were mainly his attitude. Everything else about him was so redacted in red and black ink that it would even make the Black Widow blush. The only person who knew the full story about Jason, at least up to a certain point? Was the leader of the field teams, Agent Phil Coulson, and Director Fury themselves. Having Coulson as his direct Handler proved nearly catastrophic as Jason hated his guts. Not the petty kind, no. Hate that was thick enough to see. Yet? Eventually, Agent Coulson had to stand down along with Jason. Again, for reasons that the team was not privy to. Now that there was a new tasking, Jason was asked (not ordered) to come to Coulson's office, where he would be given a new handler as an asset, since he was not an Agent but still had high-level clearance but not access. Daisy was given their mission and task. To infiltrate a Hydra base that was reactivated. They would be given new equipment and tools, showing the significant challenge they would face. Before they went into the equipment area to change into their new suits, Coulson pulled Daisy aside. "Look, you are going into hell with a demon beside you...if at anytime, he (Jason) does not comply. I need you to remember and say these words around him..."Grauer Stern" (gray star) , Schwarz Dunkle Nacht (black dark night), "Stille schlüsselfertig Got it? Repeat it to me."

It made sense that Sara was having a nightmare about death. Her whole life seemed to revolve around it since her own resurrection. First Laurel was killed. Then her father. And now Oliver. It was constantly on her mind, she was constantly trying to rework things that couldn’t be reworked, that couldn’t be changed, and yet it occupied her every thought. Her every day. It inhabited her. So of course when she fell asleep after days without it, she put herself back in the place where her soul had been trapped when her body had initially been resurrected without it. A mock Lazarus Pit with mottled limbs that pulled at her from every direction, and she cried out, and it didn’t matter how hard she fought, she always drowned. And then the whole thing started again. Which was why when she felt someone shaking her arm, her eyes flashed open, and she went for the neck. Despite knowing how it would end, despite knowing she would drown for what seemed like an eternity until Laurel and Oliver pulled her out (they were dead they were dead they were dead), she would keep fighting.

"Now, I don't know who you are, but I'm thinking we can be nice and share this space until the storm passes."

Even with that loyalty, Temperance wasn't aware that she was moving when Damien lunged forward. Her skin ignited as she tackled Richard out of the way. She curled up, assuming that the few seconds she bought him would allow Richard to react. Sure enough, she smelled more blood that wasn't hers and knew the other wolf was gone. "Side." Temperance murmured. Her hands moved to lift her shirt enough to feel the fresh claw marks that had opened her skin. "You ok?"

Cara felt bile rising up into the back of her throat, and she uttered an apology before dashing out of the building, emptying the contents of her stomach at the side of the building.

Lucan had been on a supply run with another mutant from the station named Molly when they’d been attacked by what essentially were a handful of mutant-hating thugs. He and Molly managed to fight them off, but not before a knife slashed at both her face and her arm. Lucan was just about to take the wounds from her when a random passerby approached them, seemingly out of concern. He put his hand up as he tried to tell her, “It’s okay, she’ll be all right. I can take care of her. You don’t need to call 911, we don’t need any help.”

Dana chuckled. Sure she'd sat where her crotch was near a plate of food while they ate dinner and watched a movie, but this was still beyond what she'd expected. "Why Sage, how forward of you, but I'm not quite flexible enough for that. I'd love for you to partake, of course, if you're interested."

It had worked... and yet he didnt pull away