𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙳.

#THIRT13N ------------- an independent  /  selective fandomless & headcanon heavy writing blog for SHARON ELIZABETH CARTER aka AGENT 13 / DESTROYER originally of marvel comics written by 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆 ; 30+ she / her & located in the eastern time zone. blog established may of 2019 & moved april of 2023. --------------- formerly known as #WHITESUITED. beta editor only.

A NOTE ON PORTRAYAL : as marv.el's collective version of sharon has continued to move in a different direction , her main verse will now be considered fandomless, with the focus being her background and skillset(s) as a spy / mercenary / assassin for hire.

You are a White Rook. As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. You know what needs to be done and when to do it. You're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. But even castle walls crumble. For all your chivalry and fortitude, everything must come to an end. Will you be there to see the final stages of the war? Or will you have already been discarded in the battle?

‘you’ve got some fucking teeth,’ he says sitting there beside her, and she gives him a grin in return that’s more than worthy of the observation. ( if he wants teeth, she’ll give him teeth ----- even if the frame has a crack in it; the pinch of pulling skin as her lip protests what she’s doing ultimately getting ignored. )

she’s well aware of the fact her actions are going to get her in some hot water with her father once word makes it’s way back to him ( and he’s got enough eyes and ears out in hell’s kitchen to make sure her extracurriculars tonight will get home before her no matter how fast frank drives them ), but her father's the one that taught her not to take shit when it’s tossed in her direction in the first place. as far as she’s concerned, some ruby red scratches and a solid crack of her knuckles against someone’s jaw feels warranted.

“maybe not, but you can’t say he didn’t have it comin’. ” the grin lingers as she turns to glance out the window before returning to attention to frank, eyes still bright considering the hour. chalk it up to the adrenaline that hasn’t left her just yet ( and her knuckles will be the first to tell her when it does ). “and i didn’t, did i?” a split lip and some scabs on her hand the next morning aren’t worth a second look, really. “we both know if i hadn’t, you would’ve fucked him up worse from the jump.”

now she's usually the instigator when it comes to seeking out affection like this; big blue eyes and a substantial pout serving as her tried and true co - conspirators. but when he's the one looking to get this close, she's learned pretty quickly not to take it for granted. 

she doesn't even say a word ( rare, she knows --- but she doesn't want how enamored she is by it to somehow spook him into changing his mind ), letting him settle himself into the crook of her neck with only a delighted little hum to offer up. fingers are quick to weave themselves into his hair just behind his ear before they gently draw little lines towards the back of his head only to repeat the process.

the bathroom's still thick with steam as she secures her towel around her before moving on to wrapping her damp hair up into a knot at the crown of her head, unaware that alex has even come into the room until she feels the familiar tickle of stubble over her skin before his lips settle against her shoulder.

"aren't you sneaky ---" despite the warmth of the shower still clinging heavily to her skin he's gone and given her goosebumps; and while her shoulders might attempt to curl themselves in on the both of them ( an automatic response, of course; she's not about to tell him to stop even if it tickles ), her hand coming up to rest on the side of his face wants to keep him right where he is.