#v; zero

Well. She caught him. Hopefully she wouldn’t recognise him since, well, he looked pretty different than his counterpart. But she caught him. So much for looking for Steve’s blood in her apartment. He supposed it was for the best. With a raise of his hands as a surrender, he turned to face her. He was prepared. But he didn’t want this to escalate. In all honesty, he MISSED Peggy Carter, and it was good to see her again, after all these years.

“you know - i always think the beard is a good enough disguise, but what have you, everyone recognises me.” he didn’t make a move. this guy was definitely going to die, but hopefully that wasn’t going to happen next to a bunch of nitramene. as a matter of fact - he motioned to it with his thumb. “wouldn’t be that reckless around this stuff. it’ll blow the whole of the country to pieces.” he gave him a small look. “just- take a seat. let’s wait for the impending doom that is the one killing you all. i’m sure they’re lovely to talk to.”

                             @beautifultragedics​​ asked:                          “I-I wasn’t looking!” w/ teenage Quentin?

from here // accepting!

Howard didn’t believe it for a second. He also wasn’t very impressed about it. That notebook was scribbled in from beginning to almost end - with equations, thoughts, emotions, analysis of everything to do with the zero matter inside of him. It wasn’t even his first notebook. It was his 24th. The fact that his kid thought it had been a good idea to peak inside of one of them though?

God, he really wished he hadn’t done that.