#↠ promising career in espionage. ❞ ( verse )

[guaranteeofinnovation]

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[ sms → savannah ] Savannah…[ sms → savannah ] Please tell me why the Beretta set went to Vancouver but the Walther PPK went to Moscow when they were ticketed to end up in the _opposite_ locations.[ sms → savannah ] The agents didn’t get ideas about what they ‘should have’ again, did they?

send Q a text. accepting. @fragdoll.

[clevercomplexion]

         ❝ an accident. ❞          if looks could kill bond wouldn’t have made it into q-branch unscathed, especially with the wreck of what used to be a top-of-the-line walther q should’ve known better than to issue to someone with the double-oh’s penchant for destruction [ fool him ONCE ] even so, his frustrations took a moment to temper, and he turned it over in hand, brushing his fingers over metal which had warped and BURST away from the muzzle [ his scrutiny was palpable ] his tongue pressed to the backs of his teeth, and he squared bond with a look.          ❝ i think i should’ve been more clear ---                    i’d like it back in ONE PIECE next time. ❞

         ❝ and OPERABLE to be more specific. ❞          he made a motion as he crossed the room [ an unspoken follow ] and settled himself in front of a table, a few weapons whittled down to their parts and startled to assemble one, hands moving out of routine. he knew each weapon he’d made on a microscopic level, it wouldn’t do for him to overlook even the slightest imbalance.          ❝ you’ll need to book in time with the range. it isn’t quite as heavy as the walther, and you’ll need to account for that. i’ll have it coded to you before deployment, as per usual. ❞          as he spoke, he slid the clip in, holding it out to bond.          ❝ sig p232, 9mm.                      how does it feel? ❞           [ @onlylivestwice​ ] 

[agentdagonet]

Eggsy’s time in the military? Was actually as a high ranking Torchwood agent. And he gets called upon for his expertise by MI5(or the queen or whoever). Kingsman is like ??????

(so, I went and read the top 5 fics in the Torchwood archive, rated by Kudos, to try and get into this mindset. I’ve never written for Torchwoood, and it’s been years since I’ve watched it, so thank you for reminding me of  this brilliant ‘verse. I don’t know what it is, honestly, but I hope I did okay!)

Eggsy was looking at the file in front of him a bit angrily. 

Harry couldn’t understand why, considering the mission at hand- find the source of the missing persons, perform a rescue operation, and return to HQ. It wasn’t a particularly difficult mission as it was a strange one; there were no commonalities between the missing persons that they could identify outside of living in the same city which was truly nothing at all. But the other intelligence agencies were in an uproar about this particular set of missing and reappearing and missing-again people, and therefore Kingsman took an interest.

There were few things that the rest of their neighbouring agencies knew of that Kingsman did not as opposed to the other way around, so this was a gap they were eager to bridge.

But none of that explained Eggsy’s clenched fist and pursed lips. It was certainly not a frustration at the seeming simplicity of the mission, Eggsy had done far simpler with not even a huff of indignation, but something about this had him immediately at odds.

‘Are you comfortable with this mission, Galahad?’ Harry asked, eyes kind but not soft, and Eggsy seemed to deflate like a balloon before giving the file a resigned look.

‘Yeah, ‘s fine. I’ll leave tomorrow.’ Eggsy picked it up and left the room, and Harry watched as he pressed his still-clenched fist into his pocket as the door swung shut behind him.

Curious.

Eggsy loosened his hand, noting the half-moon indents from his fingernails, as he settled himself into the bullet train. It wouldn’t do to start on the wrong foot.

Or pick back up, as it were; he had to jump into the dance as if he’d never left.

Harkness’ presence in even one of those pictures was enough to attest to that.

—

‘You know, kid, as much as I liked you plucky and adventury,’ Gwen Cooper was stood in the doorjamb as if she often frequented pubs in the middle of London, eyeing Eggsy from oxfords to specs with an amusement in her eyes that couldn’t be missed, ‘seeing you all done up has me impressed.’ Eggsy rolled his eyes, but smiled from one side before indicating the other seat at his table, which Gwen took after motioning for a drink from the barkeep.

‘Long time no see- I left, what, four years ago? And the world hasn’t ended for it.’ Eggsy raised his pint as one would to toast, if Gwen had had anything to reply with, and finished half of it in one go.

‘Not for lack of trying, I assure you,’ Gwen lifted her glass in turn, once it arrived, and they exchanged a commiserating look that could only be borne from years of familiarity.

‘Who wanted my attention, guv; cos lemme tell you, they got it.’ Eggsy ignored the ungentlemanly squawk from his specs, easily ignoring Merlin’s confused spluttering in favor of glaring Gwen into submission. She’d been the one to tell him that his family was enough of a reason to leave. That their world was dangerous and based on what he’d said of his stepdad he needed to be there for his sister. She’d looked resigned, at that, and Eggsy knew she’d been thinking of the impossible choices she’d had to make between her family and her career.

If one could call being the not-so-subtle alien-police could be called a career; and honestly Kingsman’s being unaware of them was more baffling than anything. Their names were plastered all over everything.

Actually, wait a tick, that explained a lot- Kingsman was certainly a fan of emblazoning their insignia on fucking everything as if discretion were a forgotten language. Of course they wouldn’t think anything of such an organisation.

‘Who else?’ Gwen’s voice pulled him back to the present, ‘Jack’s got it in his head that you’re the only one he could make this work with, since Ianto-’ The two shared a grimace and took a pause before continuing.

‘What’s he got, then? I’m guessin’ the missin’ people everyone’s going mad about are actually fine?’

‘Not exactly- they just aren’t fully human.’ Gwen shrugged and Merlin’s spluttering returned after a scoff- he’d barely said what could she possibly- before Eggsy tuned him out.

‘Rift?’ It was said self-deprecatingly, as if they could somehow control or predict what was spat out, but Eggsy’s utter lack of surprise (his vitals hadn’t jumped, he hadn’t so much as blinked after the statement) and quick conclusion had shut Merlin up quite nicely.

‘Rift. Jack wants to get them back home, but you know how difficult that shit is with his pheromones and his attention span.’ They grinned, and Eggsy finished his pint before sitting up proper with both hands splayed on the table.

‘You already knew I was in when I called you up, but thanks for playin’ along- tell Jack I’ll play nice and see him Tuesday.’ Eggsy leant back and made to get up from the booth, but paused, ‘You an’ yours- you make it through V-Day okay?’

‘Lucky for me I was with Jack at the time- he wasn’t affected,’ the obviously was implied and Eggsy bobbed his head in agreement, ‘but I managed to focus on him- no real risk there.’ She shrugged as if unaffected, but he could see the tension in her frame.

‘You keep score? Signal wasn’t running very long b’fore I managed to shut it down.’ Eggsy that is classified information you-

‘Well, he wasn’t fighting back so I don’t feel like it was fair- but I managed it 4 times, by his count.’ Jack’s blase attitude about his inability to die like a normal being had rubbed off on them at some point, and once that happened it wasn’t really something you could unlearn. So they’d just learnt to enjoy it, added it to their catalogue of ridiculous things that happened with alarming frequency in their line of work.

Even now that Eggsy was a Kingsman it was always going to be his line of work, it seemed. Once you learned about the Other you never stop seeing it, or wanting to help- like fucking Men In Black shite.

‘That tips you over me by half- drink’s on me, then.’ Eggsy winked, Gwen rolled her eyes, and Eggsy left the pub with a swagger he’d fought hard to erase after leaving Torchwood.

But, fuck it, what was the point of hiding?

---

‘So, you’re saying that your time in the Marines-’

‘Sham; ‘d been with Torchwood. You think I kept up parkour for shits and giggles? Sometimes all you c’n do is some fancy jumping to make it out alive, yeah- especially if they’re shootin’ lasers at you and y’don’t know what they do.’ Eggsy picked up his coffee and shot Jack a grin. It’d been easy to finish the task, like riding a bike he’d just started and it had all worked out. A few bruises, mostly to Jack’s ego, and they’d gotten everyone back where they belonged.

Overall, Kingsman’s reaction to alien life being not only a reality but a common occurrence had gone over well. The tales they’d spun about world- and universe- ending catastrophes that had been averted in the same chaotic manner as the Valentine fiasco had not done much to ease Harry’s concerns. But the promise of full access to their records, though only if Eggsy was assigned as their point of official contact, had done a lot to settle Merlin’s doubts, at least.

Merlin was deep in conversation with a handful of Archive staff, excitedly gesturing and accent deepening in the way it only did when he was excited. Harry was sat beside him, body a warm weight along where they were pressed together, and Eggsy allowed himself a giggle at the flush Harry sported after Jack’s assessment of his *ahem* assets. 

Eggsy hadn’t wanted to be sucked back in to Torchwood after he’d left, too many memories, and had figured the normal kind of espionage was exciting enough. But now that he’d had a taste of what it was like... he knew he wasn’t going to be leaving again. 

taking Kingsman prompts! I will take a stab at anything, but cannot promise posting speed!

[mi6-cafe]

The MI6 Cafe prides itself on being a hub for our fandom community. And as a part of that community, we would like to get to know you!

Standard questions:

Introduce yourself. I’m Christine, from the Czech Republic, and currently in my twenties. English is my second language, but I love it like crazy and would even call it a hobby. I have been reading Bond fanfiction long before “officially” joining the fandom and starting to write for it. What else… I have the greatest dog in the entire world, Bella, and two crazy, lovely cats, Bondie and Bill.

What was your first encounter with James Bond? I’ve always been aware of the existence of the character, but I can’t recall watching the movies until after reading the fanfiction. So I won’t pretend to be a Bond scholar I love the Craig movies a lot a lot, but my first proper contact with the Classic Bond happened during the watch parties this fest.

What is your favourite Q branch gadget? Erm… I’m not sure? Maybe the giant inflatable ball in case of an avalanche that was shown in that one Brosnan movie? Was it The World is Not Enough? I’m too lazy to google it right now.

If you could cast yourself as any James Bond role, what would it be? Well, first of all, I wouldn’t. Because I am rather fond of being alive and I have a feeling that I wouldn’t exactly have a promising career in the world of espionage… But I suppose if I fell through a wormhole into the world of James Bond, I would strive to get a cameo as a receptionist at a hotel that Bond visits, but doesn’t blow up?

Who or what are your most important creative influences?Well, JK Rowling got me learning English and dreaming of being a writer. So there’s one. I also have an unhealthy obsession with whodunits of all sorts, so Agatha Christie, AC Doyle, John Dickson Carr are definitely up there. I went through a faze of Regency Romances (who hasn’t amirite?). But I think the greatest influence of all have been the fanfiction writers of FFnet and AO3. Out of the Bond fandom, I hope to grow up to be able to write like Ato-the-Bean, Kryptaria, and SolarMorrigan.

Bond:

What is your favourite Bond Movie? I love Casino Royal (2006) quite a bit. Skyfall as well. Of the Classic Bond movies: Licence of Kill.

If you could swap Bond actors in two Bond films, which actors would you swap and which movies would they be in? I would love to see Craig!Bond from CR 2006 try to tackle the monstrosity that was CR 1967. Purely because I think he’d murder everyone in the first 5 minutes and the film would never happen. And maybe it would be interesting to watch Dalton!Bond in SPECTRE, and Craig in LtK.

Who is your favorite Bond Girl? Villain? Hench-person? Sidekick? Bond Girl (but not really, ‘cause she’s not just a lay and doesn’t die): Wai Lin Villain: Alec Trevelyan, because he’s awesome and I think it’s amazing that we have all collectively decided that he’s not a villain at all and have transported him into Craig Era and given him a Russian accent. Hench-person: JAWS!!! Sidekick: is Leiter a sidekick?, is Q a sidekick?

Get to know you:

What was your first fandom? Harry Potter was the absolute first. LOTR a close second.

What is your favorite genre to read? Create for? I love mission fics. I love AUs. I love fluff and humour and UST that gets resolved, and fix-its (and also Time Travel, I love that soooo much, though not for Bond, I don’t think it would work for Bond). My favourite thing to write are uncomplicated fluffy one shots that are sometimes funny, and apparently established relationships as I’ve discovered this fest.

Plug yourself! What is one of your favorite things that you’ve ever created in the fandom? AAAARGH! HOW CAN YOU ASK ME THAT?! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW SUSCEPTIBLE I AM TO THE DEMON OF SELF-PROMOTION? Alright, I’ve taken a deep breath, and chose the favourite of my children: Starshine(679, G), established 00Q, Aston Martin POV, hilarious imao (and a bit silly)… neither the shortest, nor the longest of my Bond creations, but I really love it. (and if you find yourself reading it and liking it, please don’t hesitate to stalk my ao3 dash or leave comme- aaaaaa, see what you did?!!! the demon has awoken!!!!)

What are your goals for the future as a creator? What is something you want to try?I want to finish my WIP Acta non verba. Also I’ve found that co-writing with the awesome Mely and Souffle Girl is the absolute best, so I hope to collab with them on more stuff, after we finish our current lengthy project.

Self insert:

If you were a 00 and had to complete one of Bond’s missions, which one would you be most likely to survive? Ahahahaa, nope. I would be sooooo dead, soooo fast. Because even if we forget about the shooting and fighting and jumping and piloting and seducing, the bare minimum of any Bond mission is running, and I am very bad at running. I mean, I can walk pretty fast, but that would impress exactly no one in the Bond ‘verse. Also driving, I think I’m a good driver. So maybe if there was a mission that required Bond to navigate city traffic while cursing a lot, then finding a parking space while cursing a lot and walking (while cursing at bloody tourists blocking the side-walk a lot) to a meet-up/dead-drop spot that would include no shooting, or fighting, or jumping, or piloting, or seducing?

Question for the Fandom:

What’s your favourite and least favourite scene in any Bond movie? Please also state your reasons, curious minds want to know

Leave your answer in the comments below!

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[irnwoman]

THIS  IS  MY  OWN  BIO  FOR  PEPPER  POTTS;  based  on  mcu  &  personal  head canons.  CONTENT  INCLUDES:  family  death.  this  is  purely  based  on  my  default  / canon  verse.

DO  NOT  REBLOG  !!!

Childhood

Virginia “Pepper” Elizabeth Potts, youngest of daughter of Gina Potts & Norman Potts, was born in Philadelphia on February 11th, 1972. She was raised alongside older brother Toby & older half-brother Sean, often going by the nickname of Ginny. During her younger years, Pepper was active in Swimming & Gymnastics - which she loved; as well as baseball - which she wasn’t so fond of as a kid, but she was often dragged to go with her dad & brothers as her mom was busy working anyways, so she was enrolled in teams until her pre-teens. Her mother was a reporter for a media conglomerate, & often traveled. The kids were half-Jewish on their father’s side, & when her parents were together, they actively celebrated both Jewish & Christian holidays.

When Pepper was nine, Gina’s constant travel had caused a great rift in her parents marriage & ultimately caused the pair to split up. Norman taking custody of the children as Gina’s work kept her from providing a stable home. Unable to afford their home, Norman packed them up & moved the kids with him to Bandon, Oregon where they moved in with Pepper’s Uncle, Morgan Potts. Norman began working with his brother at the docks, & taking temporary work at the factory in the winter. Gina’s visits became more & more sporadic, broken promises & working during visits, eventually leading to the occasional visit once a year & gifts at holidays.

As the kids grew older, Pepper often found herself taking over the domestics at home. Her brother Sean working to help them make ends meet while the two of them tried to keep up with school. Struggles made worse when Norman was diagnosed with Lung Cancer. Sean eventually graduated college with a scholarship to Harvard, one he almost denied in order to help take care of his family - until Norman & Morgan threatened to kick him out if he was going to be that foolish & waste an opportunity.

Toby felt pressure on him in Sean’s absence, & acted out. Ultimately dropping out of school & leaving home after a big fight between Morgan & him. Pepper tried to talk sense into him, telling him he was wasting his potential & only screwing himself over instead. The two fought, & Toby left with his relationships to his family in shambles. Pepper reached Senior Year by some miracle, her social life near non-existent as her only way to afford college would be through scholarships. She knew she needed to be able to make a career out of whatever she studied, so she chose business & account financing as math & budgeting had always come natural to her. Graduating top of her class, Pepper received a scholarship to school in California.

Career

Half way through her first year, she was called home due to her father’s passing. Sean & Toby coming home as well, providing the first reunion of the siblings in years - as well as a lot of tension between them all. The trip ended with the brothers fighting, and Toby walking off & disowning them all for good. Although Pepper & Sean had always been on good terms, the tragedy wore at them & they eventually lost contact with each other other than obligatory holiday cards & birthday messages.

Pepper had begun a new life in California, She graduated college with honors & began interning & temping at companies. For four years, Pepper was in and out of firms. Taking work wherever she could, eventually landing a job at a firm for the latter half  of that time at a small accounting firm that she hated due to mismanagement & poor workplace behaviour.  It was during this time she first met Aldrich Killian, an intelligent but overly persistent man who couldn’t quite take a hint at a firm she was working at, before she landed a low rung job at Stark Industries. She worked accounting for a few years. Promoting through he ranks until she became the Managerial Assistant in her department. A position which led to the fateful day that she spied a grievous error on a report by CEO, Tony Stark. The error, if unchecked, would wind up costing the company millions of dollars. When brought up to her superior, she was rudely shut down & told to mind her own business. Debating for a moment to let it be, Pepper ignored her co-workers advice and bust into the conference room, in the commotion of trying to stop them before the money was lost & being hauled out by security, but not without first threatening to be carrying pepper spray ( a bold faced lie ). Pepper was taken away & brought to security where her boss tore a strip off of her for her behaviour, firing her on the spot.

Believing her career ruined by the stunt, Pepper comforted herself by the knowledge that she had been right & her sexist boss was now in deep trouble for failing to catch such a huge error. On her way out of the building, Security caught up to her once more & told that one of the board members wished to speak to her in regards to the incident. Fearing legal action or worse, Pepper entered an office with a stiff lip, only to find herself in the company of Tony Stark. Amused by her display & how unabashedly she had addressed him during the scene out of dedication to her work & how she was a horrible liar - he wound up giving her the offer of a lifetime. The Position of Tony Stark’s Personal Assistant. Facing unemployment & stunned that she wasn’t having charges pressed for threatening his bodyguard with Pepper spray ( an move that seemed to amuse him a ) - she accepted, earning the new moniker Pepper in the process.

In 2002, Pepper worried briefly about how her job would be affected once word that her brother Toby had been arrested for getting in with some bad men & caught committing corporate espionage & embezzlement. Instinct was to go & try to clean up his mess like always, but she couldn’t.  Not only was she too publicised  (  the idea of Tony’s PA being connected to someone like that was a scandal in the making ) but more importantly, Pepper realised she had nothing more to do with or say to him. He had decided himself to be on his own, so that’s how she would leave him. Pepper ultimately only went to hear the final verdict, confronting her mother and learning that her journalism investigation had been what discovered him in the first place.

The Iron Man 

Pepper had grown comfortable in her job, even if it had wound up taking over her life - she didn’t mind. Despite his eccentric & playboy ways, Tony was brilliant & when unguarded, very sweet. While she definitely wasn’t immune to his charm, she also wasn’t blind & happily kept things in a work-friendship area. Everything was going well, until she got the call. Tony had gone missing, kidnapped by terrorists - possibly dead. Pepper used as much authority as she held to aid search efforts on the home front, but ultimately was powerless. However, she never lost faith & when the call came in that Tony was alive, Pepper had made sure she was one of the first to greet him. The announcement of shutting down the weapons division had been momentous. It was hard to understand Tony’s mindset, even more so as he shut himself away in his workshop. Pepper grew worried as she tried to put out the P.R, fire around him, only to find herself in over her head to discover that the Mystery Iron Man on the news was in fact Tony. In a moment of panic & fear, Pepper threatened to quit as she couldn’t standby to let Tony kill himself in result of some Trauma or for Stunt - only relenting & agreeing to help him once he leveled with her & gave his explanation. Helping him take back his company and stop the man behind his kidnapping from selling their weapons to terrorists.

CEO

As Iron Man began to play a larger role on their lives, Pepper began to become a mix of concerned and irritated as Tony became more impulsive & erratic. She knew that his new, self-imposed, Iron Man duties would change things but after time went on she became convinced that there was more than just stress going on. While trying to confront him about his negligence of duties, Pepper’s tirade was interrupted by Tony’s startling decision to make her CEO of Stark Industries ( as she was already doing the job in his stead already ). Her anger momentarily subsided as she was deeply honoured & grateful for such a surprising turn of events. She attempted to step in as smoothly as she could, but trouble was not far behind as Tony’s antics in Monaco got caused him to not only almost die ( and her and Happy along with him in attempts to help ), but also put the company & herself under fire as duplicated technology of the iron man suit was used in the attack. Pepper continued to try to stop Tony’s spiral, attempting once more to find out what was going on with him, but was ultimately forced to let him be after the incident occurring at his birthday party, where he got drunk in the suit & began having a destructive brawl that brought down half the house. Faith in Tony temporarily revoked, when he came to seek forgiveness but offered no real explanation for what happened. It hurt to do so, but he had proven himself to be destructive & dangerous. She had to do what was best for her safety. However, the events that unfurled at the Stark Expo gave Pepper not only the chance to show her skill & leadership as CEO, but also provided Tony a chance to show his improved self & reveal that he had been dying from Palladium poisoning in the arc reactor, which had since been rectified, & acting recklessly to make his loss easier for others. While she wasn’t very thrilled by this discovery, she ultimately forgave him & with his more stable self, the two began a romantic relationship.

Escalation

Pepper & Tony continued to work together, assisting in the construction of STARK TOWER in New York City. Supporting Tony as he contributed side consultation for S.H.E.I.L.D. & finally settling into a new form of normal. However, the world had different plans. For starters, her estranged mother decided to reach out to her, having settled down in Long Island & wanting a chance to atone for her mistakes. Pepper was resistant, claiming that she had never been there before, so she had no reason to believe her now. However, they parted by leaving the door open should she ever feel ready to give her a chance. Her personal drama worsened with the formation of the Avengers & the attack in New York. Forced to watch helplessly as Tony took what should have been a no-return trip into space to save them, & by miracle alone being saved. Followed not too long with the aftermath, returning to California but neither of them the same. Tony’s PTSD causing him trouble, & prompting him to emotionally pick a fight with a terrorist & broadcasting their address to the world. Eventually leading to an attack of their house & the near death of herself & the almost death of Tony too. Separated & trying to find more information out to discover the man after them, Pepper was betrayed & kidnapped by former Colleague, Aldrich Killian from her post-grad days. Being kept as bait & his personal trophy, Pepper was subjected to experiments known as the Extremis process & mutated against her will. While her mutated abilities wound up saving the day in the end, Pepper was traumatised by the whole thing. Her own fear, or other strong emotions, putting her at risk of overheating & becoming ( literally ) explosive.

Taking A Break

While the process was eventually reversed, the final straw was Sokovia. The massive damage, the loss of life, the temporarily being M.I.A. It was making her physically ill & anxiety attacks were becoming frequent, much like Tony’s. The danger & apparent recklessness of the Avengers actions was too much & after a particularly nasty attack, Additionally, the Extremis incident still shook her. As much as she tried to move past it, she wasn’t dealing with it & things were getting bad because of it. Pepper told him that they needed some space. She loved him so much, & it killed her to leave, but Pepper had spent her life taking care of others. Right now, she needed to tend to herself. Collecting her stuff from both L.A, & New York, Pepper realised she had no place to call home again. Taking a few weeks vacation, Pepper went back home to Oregon to visit her Uncle Morgan for a bit. Detox far away from any of the mayhem, considering handing over her position as CEO. Her uncle supporting the idea of her staying on, but also telling her that whatever she did he’d back just as much. Before leaving, Pepper used the phone number her mother left her to trace to an address. Allowing her mother a chance to be there for her now, & let her stay for a bit while she found a place of her own. Slowly beginning to repair the damage of their relationship. Pepper knew things would never be perfect, too much had happened; but at least now she could maybe get some closure. Ultimately they end up on a  ‘semi-regular texts & visits on major holidays’ basis.

Reunion

The aftershocks of Civil War almost made Pepper give up on Tony altogether. The information available to her made it sound like more super powered violence that didn’t need to reach that level. It was only when her duties made her visit Tony personally for some spec approvals & she saw the broken man left after the battles that she began to believe there was more to the story. While she wasn’t entirely in agreement with either side of the battle, she saw that he was trying to be better. Trying to find his way, & Pepper realised that what they both really needed right now was a friend. It was a bit awkward for a short period, but ultimately making the transition to friendship again was remarkably easy. Eventually culminating into a place where they both felt confident & comfortable being together once more.

The Uncertain Future

Tony’s proposal was unorthodox, but really by now she expected nothing less. Agreeing to the initial one genuinely, she still made him do it properly in private later. To which she properly accepted. The two began making plans for the future, when the world decided to shake things up. While talking together about Tony’s wish to start a family soon, they were sidetracked by a strange invasion leading to Tony, along with Peter Parker ( aka Spider-Man ) and the strange wizard to blast off into space with no sign of returning. Leaving Pepper alone on earth to watch as people she knew & loved simply vanished from existence. Left waiting, wondering if Tony was among the fallen...

[clevercomplexion]

         being stateside wasn’t his choice, he’d much rather be holed up in his office, but he’d been offered an ultimatum [ TRAVEL OR VACATION ] and for as boring as his trip had been, it might as well have been both [ save for the traumatic affair of being on a damned plane ] at least he hadn’t needed babysitters, q was capable enough on his own, in most settings.                    [ JUST NOT THIS ONE ]          a bell rings overhead, and he mustered a curt nod of acknowledgement in the direction of the teller, before disappearing down the aisles [ drinks, sweets, unconscious man ] in all fairness, he doesn’t really spot the body as much as he stumbles over it, catching himself against a refrigerator unit and stiffening [ SHIT ] crouching down, he pressed his fingers over a pulse-point, momentary relief flooding his senses [ he’d seen dead bodies before, but it didn’t mean he wanted to see more ] or BECOME one --- it was too bad about his moral responsibility to do something [ when odds were he’d be better off hiding ]          he manages to make eye contact with the teller [ and the man nods his head toward the bathroom door about the same time it swings open ] and q spares a brief thought for the MAUSER in his messenger bag, before deciding it was better not to escalate the situation.          ❝ it would really be in your best interest to leave. ❞

         ❝ committing crimes in front of law enforcement isn’t usually advisable, and i’d much rather just get my advil and leave without all the paperwork your arrest would involve. ❞          [ if his hand settles against his messenger bag it’s only JUST IN CASE ] bond would be proud, q had always had such an aversion for guns.           [ @shaltsteal​ ] 

[clevercomplexion]

“ leave it to me. ”

FIGHTING SENTENCES          — [ still accepting ] 

          ❝ i’d really rather not. ❞

         ❝ leaving it to you is what resulted in this mess. ❞          it’s spoken with some level of exasperation, which q imagined was the least he was owed, considering he could’ve damn near lost his leg in the blast [ inviting a double-oh over for tea had slipped down his list of priorities ] especially now that he barely had a flat to speak of, and his kettle was a warped mess of plastic [ he’d really liked that one, too ] casting a look around the room, coughing up a lungful of soot, burnt carpet, and singed wallpaper, he returned his attention to bond, who stood so easily among it [ sometimes he wondered if the man had it in him to ever leave mi6 for good, he looked like he belonged in the chaos ] like it was a permanent part of him.          ❝ if mallory is going to insist on having me escorted to work until all this blows over, i’d like to requisition someone who doesn’t bring trouble with him. ❞          a sharp step over some rubble which used to be his kitchen counter, he uncovered the remnants of his laptop with some disdain, a haphazard [ SHIT ] rolling off his tongue, as a hand delved back into his hair [ frustration emanating from him in waves ] he spares a mental moment of silence for his ill-fated equipment, before he eased himself to his feet, and cast an expectant look back.          ❝ you’re bloody well paying for my coffee, 007. ❞          [ @onlylivestwice​ ] 

[clevercomplexion]

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

CRITICAL ROLE SENTENCES            [ still accepting ]

         by no STRETCH of the imagination is it the first time he’s held a weapon in his hands [ much less with the intention of using it ] it might be easy to mistake him as TENTATIVE and NERVOUS [ he was both ] but he’d make poor weapons if he couldn’t use one in action, and when it came down to it, he’d been prepared to do so since he’d been enlisted into the ranks of mi6.          ❝ business as usual, then? ❞          he slid a clip into place, and switched the safety OFF before regarding bond with a dissonant stare [ a thin-lipped smile on his face which didn’t quite reach his eyes ] he didn’t RELISH in the idea that it might come down to THEM or someone they’d worked alongside [ it made it hard to resent his own heavy detachment to the people around him ] his social DIFFICULTIES had to be good for something.          ❝ lead the way. ❞

          [ @onlylivestwice​ ] 

[clevercomplexion]

thanks for being super-cryptic in a really unhelpful way.

LUCIFER SENTENCES          — [ still accepting ]

          if he was honest, he’d admit he LIKED stumbling into the rare occasion where he was the one being difficult [ as opposed to BOND ] who he found decent company, if a little [ purposefully ] insufferable at times. it makes it hard for q to keep his lips from hitching in a bemused smile [ it always plays BETTER to his character when he pretended his behaviour was unintentionally difficult ] and he clears his throat instead, listening to the crackle of a connection in his ear.          ❝ no need to THANK me, 007. ❞

         ❝ i consider it my PLEASURE. ❞        [ @onlylivestwice ] 

[clevercomplexion]

[ enough ] — kazakhfury.

NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE         [ still accepting ] 

         no one in q-branch was a stranger to q’s tirades [ all RAISED VOICED and sharply worded ] often accompanied by cursing and a visit to one of the MANY rooms below he’d utilized for weapons storage [ and TESTING ] everyone knew it was best to steer clear, especially when his mood was as foul as it seemed to be now. but it seemed no one had informed their GUEST.          he’d ranted and raved on his way out of mallory’s office, his shoulders squared, hands motioning as he spoke [ i bloody well deserve to know ] combing back into his hair [ it’s like i can’t get a straight answer ] breath sharp, and irregular [ how am i supposed to do my damned job ] until his SILENT audience seemed to lose patience, and call q to HALT with a quick, dismissive word.          ❝ ENOUGH?                      REALLY? ❞          reeling on aleks, he drew himself up to height [ a disappointing INCH difference only making q seethe ] and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking the other man in the eye without an ounce of hesitation.          ❝ i have half a mind to have your bandwidth rolled back to the PREHISTORIC ERA of dial-up. ❞

          [ @kazakhfury​ ] 

[clevercomplexion]

          in his defense, his hesitation hadn’t been PERSONAL --- when q had discovered he’d be entertaining a GUEST he’d drawn his own conclusions [ no one else had wanted to foot the bill for their unlikely alliance ] and it had fallen to him to BABYSIT. he’d become accustomed to the way q-branch was used as storage for UNWANTED things [ as much as he’d fought it ] he’d simply never expected to find an agent among them.           he’d been CURT, obviously.           it would’ve been impolite to research a man while he was in the room, and as dour [ and lacking in PLEASANTRIES ] as q was, he still had his manners, and he let intuition label his new companion one of THOSE in-field muscles, all brawn and bravado, and he’d left it at that [ usually he’d be right ] instead when he strolled into his office, he found the other man poured over a computer like an old acquaintance, and REALLY if that wasn’t a quick-route to his [ not his HEART per say ] but his curiosity.           a quick departure led to a short trip back, and on his way back to his desk he slid a coffee onto the one tischura had taken up residence at [ nursing his own to go cup of tea in hand ]           ❝ i took the liberty of ASSUMPTION, and kept it simple, but i keep cream and sugar on hand if it isn’t to your tastes. ❞

          ❝ much better than risking being POISONED by that ghastly abomination, i daresay your agency wouldn’t think too fondly of us returning you in ill-repair. ❞           an indication is made at the q-branch coffee machine, he rarely saw anyone approach it, and if they did it was out of DESPERATION and unimaginable stress [ he hadn’t chanced it since he’d overseen the mission in BELARUS ] and while it had kept him awake, he’d regretted it deeply.           [ @kazakhfury ] 

[clevercomplexion]

          in the wake of SPECTRE and all it had done to the agency it was STRANGE to imagine things had returned to normal [ as normal as they could be ] but underneath it all lingered an air of mistrust, people were a little more reserved, a little less willing to part with details of their lives, and QUESTIONS were received with scrutiny. in espionage it wasn’t UNCOMMON and q had conceded to LIVE with it until a mission with 004 had gone awry [ it wasn’t until the next day q found out his mission agent had been classified as a TRAITOR ] and mallory had been no damned help, determined not to answer a single question.           it all piles on after that [ piece by BLOODY piece ] and when a locked file, one he’d personally buried, was dredged up, he called into work SICK and made his way to the airport [ his ANXIETY clawing away inside him ] sixteen hours later, q finds himself on a doorstep, rapping his knuckles urgently against the door, exasperation teeming off him as the ONE personal alive [ shockingly ] he could possibly envision helping with this finally answered.           ❝ it’s about BLOODY time, bond. i need your HELP. ❞           [ @thexunpleasantsurprise​ ]