#v:shield

Adrian was hunched over a shiny, silver desk which matched exactly about 19 other shiny, silver desks in the lab. “He was scribbling away, his hand practically vibrating across the page. If pens could buff paper, his words would glisten. Realizing he’d fallen into a work trance, he thought suddenly to check in on his partner.

@icemutant

A few weeks had passed since Fury pushed Charlotte too far in training. Things had settled back down for now into the usual order of controlled chaos. Adrian had not forgotten about the moments they shared in the hospital wing afterwards. Sure, the explosion of power had been detrimental to Charlotte, but the serendipity of the peace that ensued later between their spirits could outshine even that memory. He hoped. For Charlotte’s sake. It was a bit egotistical, he thought, to believe his few seconds of offered comfort could console her for years of turmoil. But still, he had hope.

When they crossed paths again, Adrian was in a hurry. He had a briefcase with a pistol that needed cleaning in one hand and a stack of loose documents in the bend of his other arm. As he fast-walked down the hall, marching essentially, he spotted Charlotte up the way. He smiled as she came closer into his view and slowed his pace to greet her at least.

@whoaguyshailhydra

A lot had been happening with SHIELD. Grant barely had time to keep up with who was Inhuman and who wasn’t. He just knew which people were SHIELD agents and which were HYDRA so that if they were out on a mission he knew which guys that he needed to shoot. 

He had just come back from one mission and crashed onto one of the couches with a drink in his hand, not concentrating on anything or anyone. Maybe he was a little bit injured from the mission but, didn’t want to tell anyone. He didn’t want to bother Jemma, especially not after everything she had gone through, knowing that she needed some rest. 

thexspecialist

At first it was the commotion that woke him, the noise of panic and bustling, people gathering up paperwork and  running as fast as they could to the nearest exit. Initially he thought it was merely a fire drill,  believing that if it was some real danger, they would have taken him too, wheeled his cage out and taken him to safety. Though as the panic grew and numbers in the lab dwindled,  leaving little more than a few soldiers abandoned, he knew better. This was no drill and no one was coming to free him. Tugging at the bars, he found they had no give, even with his enhanced strength. Not surprising, considering they were meant to keep him under control. Trapped.

Still gripping them, he looked up as the noise of footsteps echoed through the halls, watching in silence as those that remained raised their guns.

titanouss like for a starter

protectorward

It had taken a lot of processing, tests of his mind, body and cybernetics before they'd even let him undergo SHIELD training. At first he'd been dreading it, assuming that their training would be something akin to the training Hydra put him through. Lots of painful learning experiences if you weren't quick enough or smart enough.

It was nothing like that, it simply tested his limits, to his relief and before long he was finally field-ready.

His first mission? Grant Ward. Bring him in by any means necessary.

With his skills, his ability to track and follow someone unnoticed, as no one ever expected a raccoon to be a threat, it didn't take long. Especially due to his intricate knowledge of Hydra hangouts.