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Nerves are on fire from the sparks of adrenaline, leading to bloodied fingers shaking against the metal of the sink. Skin is painted in red, the color spattered across his face and hands like a disease. Death had never bothered Merkel before, not like this anyways. He’s always been cool headed and calm in the face of an assassination….but this time? Oh, this time it’d clearly gotten to his head.

His previously frozen form had lurched, snatching up a wash cloth and working in useless attempts to scrape away the dried blood. It takes several panicked moments before Merkel discarded the towel in frustration, heart hammering in a panic against his ribcage. Attention is diverted upwards at the sounds of footsteps, finding the sight of Phil Coulson inhabiting space within the doorway.

The words offered up are enough to calm that fluttering of Merkel’s panicked heart. Feet move back in effort to allow Phil into the space, eyes shifting away out of something akin to shame.

“…I just–I couldn’t get the blood off.”

“Hey. Breathe.” Phil said careful and even. “Sit down.” He gently gripped Merkel’s arms and sat him down on the shut toilet, and ran the sink so it’d warm up. “You’re shaking. Are you cold? Or is this adrenaline coming down?”

Oh, shit. He didn’t mean to wake him up, honest. The shirt caught against Merkel’s hand and Nate looks over his shoulder, tugging the fabric down as far as he could in front at least. “Sorry,” he said quietly and turned around on the edge of the bed enough to look back at Merkel. He looked comfortable, soft, gentle; a side of him that Nate really appreciated seeing, and felt it was almost.. private, when he finally got to. They would always push and pull at each other, be snarky and annoying, but sometimes, the guards and toughness came down and the gentleness was left.

He took a breath, leaned back down to support himself on one elbow, nuzzling his nose against Merkel’s before giving him a couple of lazy kisses. “Didn’t mean to wake you, babe,” he whispered and brushed a hand against Merkel’s sharp jawline. 

“Just.. feeling a little wired. Thought I’d go to the gym, spend some of the energy... You can just go back to sleep.” 

Barefoot in the comfort of her own home, her plaid skirt thighs folded on top of her naked calves, Frances is kneeling on the bedside next to Merkel’s previously unconscious form.

Her sweater-clad shoulders are slouched forward, hands nervously wringing in her lap, she wears the body language of a girl concerned----but pan around her stubborn perching, and the reality is she is harboring a gentle WRATH she can’t wait to unleash on him, for making her worry herself sick.

When he finally wakes, lethargic gazed and asking questions with a confused look on his face, Frances doesn’t wait to voice she’s not pleased with his condition, not at all, “I found you, passed out in th’ stairwell!” Outraged, she gestures with one slender arm stretched out behind her, pointing towards Cedra Court beyond her and Reggie’s bedroom.

Continued from ask:

The sudden disruption of Merkel’s evening is caused by the handsomest fucking blond he’s seen during his time at the bar. A small grin graced his lips at the remark, his attention now focused upon the mysterious man infront of him. He leaned against the bartop, idly gesturing for a refill.

“Someone bothering you then?"

The pick had been entirely random, apart from the proximity to his mark, but Eggsy can't exactly bring himself to be mad about it because his cover is tall and lean and has cheekbones like razorblades and just for a second, Eggsy is sad that he's there on business.

The glint in the guy's eyes tells him he's picked right, though.

His eyes drift down from the stranger's face across his chest and further. Slow and deliberate.

Until Merlin's warning "Eggsy!", in his head distracts him. Just a little.

" How well do you work under pressure? " The woman asked, eyes removed from his as they scanned the room. Hands now exploring down her leg to reach under her dress, adjusting the thigh strap that she had that concealed her hand gun. " I mean, you look like a rookie, no offence. " Helene told him with a shrug of her shoulders. " And maybe even a little weak? " Now, that time she was only being a tease, a jokester really.

          「✯」- - - “It’s freezing.” Cold enough to run a shiver even down the super soldier’s spine. Current and temporary stay wasn’t the most ideal, especially since it seems that the heaters were being purposely kept on low. Virtually, it was doing nothing to bring up the heat. Albeit, his comment had been a bit dismissive, since he’s trying to get the television to work. With a slap to the side; the screen comes to life, surprisingly, playing things rather vividly. Okay, so aside from the coffee he kept refilling on, he just found one less tedious and bad thing about the place. Finding something that’ll be deemed suitable and mildly interesting to pass the time with, he settles down on the worn couch, patting the spot besides him. “Come on,” Nothing more to do than wait. Might as well allow themselves some form of rest. “Let’s get warmed up.”