#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the statesman.

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❝   now   ,   are   you   really   so   proud   that   you're   not   gonna   hold   still   while   i   try   to   patch   you   back   up   together   ?   ❞   gaze   is   firm   as   he   waits   for   the   agent   to   relent   a   bit   before   continuing   onward with his fussing   ,   rough   hands   gentle   as   they   rest   around   her   arm   where   the   bullet   grazed   her   from   their   last   mission.   it's   a   shame   to   see   such   pretty   skin   ruined   like   this   ,   but   what   infuriates   whiskey   the   most   is   how   close   those   sons   of   a   bitches   got to taking them out.   they   were   sloppy   &   careless   .   .   .   he   left   his   guard   down.   he   should   have   been   keeping   a   better   watch   on   carol   &   now   she's   hurt   because   of   his   fuck   up.   he   feels   terrible   about   it   ,   but   not   much   he   can   do   now   to   make   amends.   thank god she's alive at least.

wet   cloth   with   antiseptic   is   pressed   around   the   wound   to   clean   & disinfect the skin   ,   wincing   a   bit   as   if   he   can   feel   the   sting.   ❝   i'm   sorry   you   got   nicked   ,   sweetheart.   ❞   even   with   the   pet name   ,   his   tone   is   genuine   &   sincere   ,   looking   sad   &   strangely   remorseful   as   he   moves   away   to   give   her   some   breathing   room.   ❝   shoulda been me who took that damn bullet. i   should   be   the   one   in   pain   right   now   ,   not   you.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·     dear   reader   ﹕ @warbyrds   as   agent   manhattan.

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there   is   never   a   dull   day   when   working   under   the   statesmans   organzation   &   doubly   so   when   working   with   an infuriatingly frustrating   agent   like   manhattan.   ever   since   they   were   forced   to   partner   up   together on champagne's command   , they've   been   having   this   constant back   &   forth   like   kids   unwilling   to   share   ,   both   of   them   with   a   strong   need   to   lead   ,   despite   whiskey   having   a   tad   more   experience   under   his   belt.   experience   didn't   seem   to   matter   to   carol   at   all   when   it   came   right down   to   it   ,   thinking   her   own   experience   outside   of   the   statesmen   was   enough   to   take   matters   into   her   own   hands.   it   made   situations between them   tense   &   stressful   whenever   they   had   disagreements   during   their   missions ,   &   while   they   never   failed   to   carry   out   their   duties   as   assigned   ,   that   didn't   mean   they   always   made   up   &   moved   on   from   their   arguments.   a   lot   of   the   times   ,   they   ended   up   taking   out   their   frustrations   out   on   the   punching   back   or   sparring   partner   when   it   came   time   to   exercise   &   train   ,   but   today   it   seems   as   though   they   are   lacking   in   assistance   ,   meaning   they   only   had   each   other   to   let   out   some   much   needed   steam.

whiskey   is   not   necessarily   comfortable   with   sparring   with   a   woman   ,   though   that   quickly   changes   once   carol   makes   the   first   swing.   the   two   of   them   begin   to   quickly   move   into   a   well   synchronized   dance   ,   bobbing   &   weaving   until   whiskey   somehow   loses   hit   footing   &   falls   backwards   ,   the   blonde   looking   victorious   as   she   stands   over   him.   ❝   you   have   wonderful   eyes   ,   ❞   she   adds   with   a   grin   , &   whiskey   feels   the   heat   rise   up   to   his   cheeks   ,   wishing   such   a   statement   didn't   have   such   a   deep   effect   on   him.   it's   been   a   while   since   he   let   a   woman   get   under   his   skin   like   this   ,   but   carol   somehow   succeed   without   any   problems   &   shit   ,   if   that   doesn't   frustrate   him   to   the   fucking   tenth   degree.   ❝   i   think   i   preferred   it   when   you   insulted   me   on   a   regular   basis   ,   manhattan.   you   ain't   a   good   liar.   ❞   whiskey   sits   up   from   the   mat   &   moves   back   onto   is   feet   ,   dusting   himself   off   before   heading   in   the   direction   of   the   locker   room.   that's   enough   sparring   for   now   ━━   he   doesn't   want   to   embarrass   himself   further.   ❝   if   you're   gonna   compliment   me   ,   gimme   a   real   one.   compliment   my   hat   ,   my   moustache   ,   my   ass.   y'know   ,   things   i'm   actually   proud   of.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ     agent   whiskey   ﹕   treasure   planet   prompts.   featuring   @warbyrds  as   agent   manhattan.

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❝   you   always   been   this   .   .   .   disagreeable   ?   ❞   he   can   work   well   with   people.   hell   ,   he's   done   countless   missions   with   just   about   ever   stateman   that's   ever   worked   for   their   organization.   what   he   isn't   fond   of   is   consistent pair ups   ,   especially   with   those   who   threaten   to   outshine   him   in   what's   supposed   to   be   his   domain   ━━   his   rodeo   of   sorts.   agent   manhattan   ━━   yeah   ,   she's   champagne's   new   recruit   with   a   promising   background   to   be   sure   ,   but   whiskey   ain't   no   damn babysitter   &   he   sure   as   hell   isn't   about   to   let   some   newbie   tell   him   what's   what   when   he's   supposed   to   be   showing   her   the   ropes.   speaking of which , whiskey   adjusts   the   lasso   he   keeps   attached   to   his   holster   ,   already   checking   to   make   sure   the   voltage   is   at   a   high   enough   level for their infiltration.   they're   not   here   to   kill   people   ,   so   he   sets   it   to   stun   ,   though   it's   still   enough   to   pack   a   mean   punch.

❝   hate   to   break   it   to   you ,   sweetheart   ,   but   i'm   not   in   the   business   of   taking   direction.   if   anything   ,   you   should   be   following   me   ,   seein'   as   how   i'm   the   more   seasoned   individual   between   the   two   of   us.   ❞   he   cracks   a   smile   her   way   ,   brown   eyes   twinkling   behind   shaded   lenses.   despite   the   difficulties   she's   presenting   ,   he   can't   lie   ━━   it's   kind   of   fun   getting   under   her   skin.   it's   either   gonna   be   a   problem   or   maybe   a   lot   more   entertaining to work with her   than   he'd   care   to   admit.   ❝   c'mon   now   ,   we're   both   on   the   same   team.   you   know   what   they   say   ━━   can't   make   a   manhattan   without   a   lil'   whiskey   mixed   in.   makes   the   drink   all   the   more   better   ,   wouldn't   you   agree   ?   ❞   he   winks.

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·     dear   reader   ﹕@warbyrds   as   carol   danvers   agent   manhattan.

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it's   been   a   hell   of   a   week   &   whiskey   would   be   lying   if   he   wasn't   doggone   tired   from   all the   back   to   back   missions.   even   tequila   seemed   just   as   exhausted   &   that   man   has   the   stamina   of   a   new   born   pup   when   it   came   to   most   jobs   they   were   assigned.   thank   goodness   champagne   had   the   foresight   to   order   that   whiskey   take   a   night   off   for   once   ,   but   even   so   , he   can   never   stray   too   far   from   a   good   drink   ,   nursing   his   personal   favorite   as   he   enjoys   the   entertainment   this   new bar   had   to   offer.   the   woman   singing   was   a   talented   performer   ,   &   pretty   as   a   desert   rose   in   the   middle   of   spring   ,   so   it's   no   surprise   to   him   that   she   manages   to   capture   the   attention   of   every   man   in   that   bar   ,   including   him.   if   he   weren't   as   damaged   as   he   is   now   ,   he'd   probably   strike   up   the   courage   to   talk   to   her   or   somethin' ━━ ask to buy her a drink or walk her to her car.   that   train   has   long   since   pulled   out   the   station   long   ago   ,   taking   his   beautiful   late wife   &   their   unborn   child   with   her   ,   dust   in   the   wind   &   a   past   he   doesn't   want   to   linger   on   too   long.   he   was   unlucky   when   it   came   to   love   ━━   no   need   to   put   himself   out   there   &   get   hurt   again.

when   the   song   ends   ,   everyone   cheers   &   even   whiskey   offers   a   subtle   clap   in   polite response.   he   figures   one   more   round   of   drinks   should   be   enough   before   he decides to start walking   back   home   ,   but   then   trouble   arises   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye   ,   a   group   of   fellows   approaching   the   singer   &   becoming   a   straight   up   nuisance.   ❛   what's   your   name   ?   you   got   a   boyfriend   ?   let   me   give   you   a   ride   home.   ❜   these   men   kept   on   pushing   ,   clearly   refusing   to   leave   until   they   got   what   they   wanted.   the   situation   was   so   obvious   , yet   no   one   was   doing   anything to stop it.   not   even   the   bartender   looked   up   to   see   what   was   happening   &   that   pissed   whiskey   off   more   than   he'd   like   to   admit.   so   much   for   a   break.   ❝   fuckin'   a.   ❞   with   one   last   swig   of   his   drink   ,   whiskey   stands   to   approach   the   men   who   hover   around   the   stage   ,   alerting   them   of   his   presence   with   a   simple   hand   to   the   tallest   man's   shoulder.   ❝   i   think   the   lady   ain't   interested   in   what   you're   sellin'   ,   fella   ,   ❞   whiskey   drawls   ,   tugging   him   back   just   a   bit.   ❝   i   think   it's   time   you   &   your   friends   move   on outta here   if   you   know   what's   good   for   you.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·     dear   reader   ﹕  @strnza   as   eliza   kardel.

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˗ˏˋ      ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ      tags      ﹕      part   two.