#knives.

- Ilsa Faust

- Inej Ghafa

- Angelica Teach

- Natasha Romanoff

SHIELD's Man of Mystery

For the: ✦ @ julybreakbingoevent - Hitman AU [A2] 6x6 Card

Word Count: N/a - Moodboard Title: SHIELD's Man of Mystery Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Clint Barton/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Clint Barton Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Weapons, Guns, Knives, Organized Crime Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Mob AU, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Steve Rogers Is Not Okay (But he is doing what needs to be done), Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Fugitive Steve Rogers, SHIELD Agent Clint Barton, Steve Rogers Is No Longer Captain America, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Long-Haired Steve Rogers, Pre-Hydra in SHIELD Reveal ~ Summery: A new threat appears on SHIELD's (and HYDRA's) radar. A criminal (Very likely enhanced) who has been taking key figures around the world out without leaving a trace. HYDRA is getting shaken. Agent Barton is set on the case; if he could take in the Black Widow, he could handle the leader of this new mob.

Clint takes on the challenge, expecting to be done with it soon. He gets the crime lord's fingerprint. Then he receives a video of the man carving a new pattern onto his fingerprints, then pressing the print onto a card sent with the video... a match to the print Clint found.

you could put that thing all the way inside me and it still wouldn’t kill me

but if you want to play, we can play

Ohh, he’s got a name aboard the ship already. Bakery man. Not the best, not the worst. The box of donuts remains in his hands and he’s still under the microscope. 

“Wh–” 

Did that man just compliment his…? Wolfwood looks down at the open front of his shirt, puzzling over one, the fact that Vash found it necessary to mention a random baker’s pecs to his brother, and two, that this was somehow part of the basis for Knives’s…approval, for lack of a better word. 

And he still has this damn, greasy box in his hands. Knives has shown exactly zero intent on taking it from him, much to his dismay. Putting forth great effort in ignoring the sense of impending doom awaiting him farther down the corridor, Wolfwood puts one foot forward. Then another. Following. 

“Sure.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Knives doesn’t seem like much of a conversationalist, and Nicholas still hasn’t determined whether he’ll still be in one piece by the time he steps off this ship.

As they walk past the endless stretch of immaculate, moulded glassfiber walls, he scans the various blinking lights in the overheads, the secured doors further down the passageway, the low-frequency thrumming of machinery and something or other he doesn’t have a name for. A few passing crewmen dressing in coats and plain white uniforms (scientists?) give him a few odd looks, but with Knives standing next to him no one slows their stride to examine him further. He’s never been in a SEEDs ship before. 

Wolfwood’s jaw falls open in surprise. “That was you. Er, yeah. I got ‘em.” He pauses, then adds, “Thanks.” 

Probably better not to mention that filling in the hole in his door, sanding it down, and repainting it had been a royal pain in the ass. Nevermind what the hell he was supposed to do with a weird-looking knife. No handles, no practical way to hold the damn thing, and it was sharp.

“So…you’re a big knife appreciator, huh?”