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The last time Sterling had really spoken with Lucia she was confessing to murder.

Confessing to murdering her Commanding Officer for orders she didn't agree with.

So seeing her name amongst the files of agents he was now to be the CO for... well, Sterling had some mixed feelings about this. He took in a slow deep breath and blew it out, cheeks puffed and shoulders slumped. This was going to be a doozy of a reunion but he was, in all honesty, curious how she'd come out of things and how she was. It'd been about 5 years, give or take and he could count on one hand the number of times they'd really seen each other. They were different departments, different lives, ages, ect. Still, he remembered her and he remembered liking her. Even reading up on what had happened to her CO he found it had been an accident and the circumstances were a bit blurry at best. He also saw she had, understandably, been bounced around from handler to handler all that time. No one wanting to stick with the Handler Killer, he supposed.

Yet another case of Sterling wondering if they were hazing him or if they thought he could handle it.

"Agent Castillo?" Sterling stepped into the training room where he found the younger agent. He wasn't quite sure they had told her of his appointment as her new handler or if she even remembered him at this point. "I thought I'd find you here. Do you have a moment to talk?"

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“I’m already in an awful mood and I’d hate for there to be a casualty because of it.” --Bridger, caught in a dark alley doing ethically dubious things to a group of anti-mutant bigots?

Aegis had heard some chatter on her police scanner about a rowdy group causing a disturbance and had been a hell of a lot closer than the police officers who had called dibs. As she rounded the corner into the alley way she could hear the commotion from, however, she was met with something she hadn’t expected.

Another hero, perhaps? 

Oh, maybe not with that kind of dialogue. 

“Hey, no casualties, please.” Aegis came strolling into the alleyway, clad in a black hoodie and matching mask and attire. She held her hands up defensively, showing she came in peace, and laughed nervously as she took a few more stepped forward. “So, what seems to be the trouble here, folks?” 

“You look like you’ve never seen a cat on a lead before.” Ezra was actually taking all three of his animals for a walk. The dog harness was a more regular sight, Bear all too happy to be out on a stroll. It was the cats in harnesses that weren’t as regular a sight. Zelda (the smaller cat, tortoiseshell with large yellow-green eyes) hanging out on Ezra’s shoulders and Ashes (the larger cat, very fluffy gray with amber eyes) was tugging at the lead wanting to escape and explore things.

“Agent Castillo.” Steve nodded at Lucia, a full-fledged agent of SHIELD, a SHIELD much different than the one that had been taken down with HYDRA, and he had largely been responsible for that. So long as SHIELD never became what Fury had almost made it become with things like Project Insight, it would all turn out alright.

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And @pintsizehero​ also asked this!

a lot

Dude, I started back in 2012 so it has changed a lot, from very basic theme, big ass gifs and describing everything like *takes the mug* and just posting a gif and say “that’s it, that’s the starter” and “ignore the text”,everyone stealing anything from duplicates like headcanons, gifs, and stuff then people asking them to stop because they worked so hard 

M!A were a thing and I see they’re kind of coming back and that’s awesome -wink wink- 

Nobody tagged anything oh my god

I think now people are more aware of how they can affect others with their content so tagging is amazing, especially any triggers and man, blogs are more organized, like i remember my first rp blog was a fucking mess and now it’s... well, at least it’s easier lol 

        It’s their night off.  Technically, they were supposed to have two nights off this week, but they’d picked up Sheila’s shift on Tuesday when her coven called an emergency meeting, so.  This is their remaining night off, and they intend to use it well.

        To that end, they’re on the rooftop with a blanket, a bottle of sparkling grape juice, and a scented candle (elderberry and limoncello).  There’s an indeterminate sort of drizzle, but it’s not going to stop them from enjoying the night.  They’re determined that nothing will.

        Though that determination is tested when a mysterious masked figure crashes into their rooftop.  They yelp, spilling some of their sparkling grape juice on their dressing gown.  After the initial panic, however, curiosity wins out over common sense, and they stand and cross the roof to offer the stranger a hand up.