#agents of shield au

[midnottart]

A sad Loki (from an AoS AU sketch page I uploaded on Patreon)

[jackiequick]

Bringing The Team Together [Agents Of SHIELD]

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker (OC) & Grant Ward

Other characters present/mentioned: Maria Hill, Jemma Simmons & Leo Fitz, Phil Coulson, Skye, Melissa Wallance (OC), Ji-Hoon (OCs), The Young Avengers (OCs) etc

Setting: Agent Of SHIELD season 1 Pilot

Summary: Just when Agent Amelia Parker thinks she’s off the hook, she gets sucked back in. In other words, her old boss Coulson has the idea of making a team

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1 year, 5 weeks, 2 days and 104 minutes. That’s how long she was gone from SHIELD directly, more or less. Or it’s not like she is counting away, right? She was on a short-length mission with Ward as she stood outside the building watching his six in the helicopter as he got the job done inside. Usually though? She was stuck “babysitting” the Young Avengers, making friends with them as they called it and keeping an eye on the team.

Which usually meant hearing romance gossip, being chased down as someone broke into The Tower and or trying to chill as they all got along. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she did. But sometimes she felt misplaced, like the oddball in the midst of it all. It didn’t help that Hill and other agents were consistently making them look bad in front of the young heroes, who weren’t that fond of them to begin with.

And now? She was being held in a black ‘debriefing room’ as they called it, in front of Maria Hill who was dressed in her usual entire suit. She sat down in the semi-comfortable chair, with her elbows resting against the metal table wearing her usual black clothing.

“What does SHIELD stand for, Agent Parker?” Hill asked in her usual stern tone.

Amelia glanced up at her as she answered, “Uh, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“And what exactly does that mean to you?”

“Are you really asking me that? Cause we both know i’ll say one thing and you give me a remark about it.”

“Agent Parker.”

“Fine. Compassion, loyalty and heart—that’s what it means to me. Or at least, that’s what it should it be because–”

“Parker. Enough. In case you need a reminder, I'm your boss here.”

“Ehh, wrong. Technically Coulson was my boss, you just stepped in when he died…”

Amelia looked away as Hill just silently watched her. Her fingernails tapping a rhythm against the metal table, waiting for Amelia to continue her statement or not.

“And it also means we’re the people who fight.” Amelia expanded on her previous statement with a deep sigh, “SHIELD means we’re the divide between the world and the much...weirder world. Sadly, we often protect people from things they aren’t ready to hear.”

Hill nods with her eyes directly on the young agent before saying, “Correct. And I know you may not always like it—a lot of people, many not always like it, as it does cause issues. But we do it. And if something shows up, we try to get to it before someone bad does.”

Amelia just nods silently and hums, inhaling as her gaze shifted to the older women in front of her. She did wonder why Hill brought her in here, after she gave her an item she had in her pocket about the Rising Tide.

“Everything is changing, Agent Parker.” Hill said standing up, once she gave the item to a fellow agent to store safely and turned to face her, “A little while ago, people went to be thinking the craziest thing in the world was a billionaire flying around in a red and gold suit. And then aliens, along with a god, invaded New York, having to expose plenty of people…such as the mutant, gods from distant planets, a man from the 40s and other non-human heroes.”

“Mhmm.” Amelia hummed, “I know. I was there, I saw it all from the Helicarrier, Hill. Why are you telling me this? To bring back old memories? Or are you trying to stir the pot even more? If so, I'm not interested and you might as well send me back to The Tower…”

“I’m telling you this because at the moment, you’re being removed from The Young Avengers case.”

“What?”

Hill nodded, crossing her arms as she circled around the room and walked before stopping. She didn’t know what Coulson or the others had planned, hell, she didn’t exactly care. But she did know that Phil was removing one of her agents off the database and onto his area of the field instead. Meaning, she won’t have a clue what her youngest agent, Amelia, will be up to, only if she returns for certain things.

“Agent Wallance will be taking your place, effective immediately .” Hill started taking a spot in front of her, “You’re going to be removed from The Tower and working on a new area.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Amelia exclaimed, “You’re putting sweet ol’ Melissa in that place, having a more prominent role?”

“You sound so surprised. Don’t tell me, you're going to miss being surrounded by those heroes?”

“N—no. Not exactly..I mean, they grown on me…just, why?”

“For that you’ll have to ask Agent Coulson.”

“Pff, yeah, sure, his spirit is gonna appear or something?” Amelia remarked with a sarcastic joke and scoffed, “You know Coulson is gone, Hill. I vividly remember Agent Ji-Hoon pulling me away from the hallway, so i don’t see the mess that Loki made once he killed Phil..I’m clearance level 6, got the full report.”

Suddenly, a voice appeared out of the shadow as a body stepped out, with a soft smile.

“Welcome to level 7.” Said the voice, being none other than Phil Coulson, as he glanced between Amelia and Hill.

“I…” Amelia uttered, taking a sharp breath and gasped as she turned around to face him, “..how?!”

“Oh? I just walked in through the back. Sorry, that corner was really dark.”

“No, not that! How?!”

Amelia’s jaw was dropped, as she listened to how Nick Fury faked Coulson’s death to motivate the agents and they knew they couldn’t have said anything to her, or else things must’ve gone sideways. Especially with how the Young Avengers basically had someone on their team who could practically smell lies from a mile away. Meaning Rick and Rochelle. Plus, none of them were level 7, so they didn’t need to know.

She just nodded in shock, before Coulson gave her a soft smile with an open arm, pulling the young agent into a hug.

———

As they exchanged words and escorted out of the elevator, in which Ward joined in a few minutes before. According to Hill, they told him first thing in the morning and was waiting to tell Amelia about this. Coulson gave them both a recap on how he ended up with this particular position and Ward remarked how something must’ve pulled Phil back in the game, as they entered another room. A control room filled with coaches, computers and monitors on the wall that showcases The Rising Tide getting footage before SHIELD has, an unregistered gifted man with an identity unknown. In other words, a superhero.

Hill said that Coulson decided to create a mobile command unit, in which Ward and Amelia were assigned. Amelia asked if Melissa and Ji-Hoon would join, especially since Ji-Hoon has level 7 clearance. Hill said that she’ll have them join in as soon as possible. Coulson added that he wants to have the team together and working around the issue to get to this new unknown identity. Amelia nods.

“This man’s world is about to get very weird.” Coulson stated looking between the monitors and the two agents. “He’s gonna need some help.”

“That’s where I come in?” Amelia asked, pointing to herself, “Coulson, I may have experience but it doesn’t always translate well with others. They’re either extremely traumatized or very sensitive about being brought in, needing help.”

“I know that. But oftentimes it works out very well for us.”

“Okay. We’ll try.”

“I’m sorry. I was trained on day one as a specialist. I go in alone, I get it done. Defusing a bomb? I’m your guy.” Ward suddenly said with his arms crossed and then pointing to Amelia, “A welcoming committee? That’s her speed.”

“Excuse me?” Amelia remarked, crossing her arms as she looked at the taller agent, “I’m not the welcoming committee.”

“Didn’t you spend 5 months out of your year recruiting and welcoming The Young Avengers?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“You just made my point very clear. And I think Ji-Hoon would agree.”

“Not funny.”

Coulson, as always, brought them back to the main conversation as he referred his attention to Ward first. “I know it’s not what you want.” He said holding a binder as he started to open it, “Agent Hill did a very detailed assessment of your last 3 missions. Combat? Top grades. Espionage? She gave you the highest marks since Romanoff.”

“Damn.” Amelia muttered, “If Romanoff heard that..”

Ward nods in approval and appreciation towards Hill as the brunette woman nods in return.

Coulson continued with a soft smile, “Under people’s skills, she drew a little poop, with knives sticking out of it.”

“What? It’s…” Ward said, placing a hand on Amelia’s shoulder as he looked over to see the drawing.

“That's bad, isn't it? And given your family history, I'm surprised it’s not worse. But…I think you're the guy for this. If I'm wrong, you go straight back to your bombs.”

Suddenly, Streiten entered the room, “Team’s approved. Physicals are all fine. Fitz-Simmons is not cleared for combat. Along with Agent Wallace. I’m told that won’t be an issue. Agent Ji-Hoon is in perfect health. Agent Parker is cleared for combat. Agent Ward here… he’s almost too fit.”

Ward’s gaze perked up as he walked over pointing a finger and said, “That’s an issue. That should be an issue. Maybe I can’t join the team..”

“God, are you dismissed.” Hill muttered as she was looking over the files in the binder, “Parker, follow him. You need to get packing anyway.”

“I–but...” Amelia protests with a whine.

“Go.”

She groaned and followed Ward out the door, as they entered the elevator. She leaned against the wall within the elevator as she smiled, “You’re still joining, aren’t ya?”

“I have no choice.” Ward glanced over at her once the doors closed and smiled, “Besides, someone has to keep my girl in check.”

“Aw, you just want to spend time with me.”

“I never said that.”

“But you implied it.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“But you love it when I am.”

———

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Amelia arrived at The Tower to collect her things, as she went to pack her stuff into a duffle bag. She noticed Melissa Wallace, her friend, entering the room and questioning where exactly she was going. Amelia replied that she was being sent on a mission, she was given level 7 clearance today, as Melissa’s eyes widened in intrigued, and slight confusion. She knew she couldn’t say too much, so she gave Melissa what she needed to know as the brunette gasped.

“Wait, wait, wait–you got level 7 clearance for a mission with Coulson? But he’s dead.” Melissa exclaimed, pushing her glasses up, “Mia, we talked about this. Phil Coulson is dead and gone, you grieved and moved past it.”

“I’m not lying, Mel.” Amelia said with her eyes shifted back to her duffle bag.

“We all saw it happen! Hill is probably messing with you and–”

“You’re cleared for this assignment too, you know?”

“I–what?! But I'm not..huh? I’m still confused how you ended up on level 7.”

Just then, a tall asian man, none other than Ji-Hoon, appeared closing the door behind him. He was hiding from Liane and trying to get some moment of peace.

“Who’s got level 7 clearance?” He asked, as the shorter brunette looked away.

Melissa answered him with a finger, “Mia did.”

“Seriously? Right on, Mia! I’m not the only level 7 agent here anymore.”

“Am I seriously the only one who isn’t cleared for this?!”

“No. Marlene is level 5 and Nikolai is level 6.”

“I–rude! Back to the main point, Mia is now welcomed to level 7 and is leaving us for some mission with her ghost mentor.”

“For the last time, he’s somehow not dead!” Amelia yelled in annoyance and looked up from folding up a sweater.

“Yes he–” Melissa exclaimed but was cut off by their friend.

Ji-Hoon crossed his arms and hummed, “She’s not wrong, he’s not dead. I got the full report this morning.”

“Wait what?!” Melissa asked with widened eyes and blinked. “So you know about this whole thing?”

“Sorta.” Ji-Hoon replied with a shrug, “I only got to reading page two, before Liane burned a painting this morning.”

“So we’re on this assignment?”

“Yeap. According to the file, Mia is going first and once my shift is over this week, i’ll be joining them.”

“..and me?”

“You’re not cleared from combat but you are going.”

Melissa muttered, “I—Go figure.”

“Just wait until Hill bring you into a black debriefing room.” Amelia said smiling and put a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll see.”

Ji-Hoon heard Liane’s voice calling out to him and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really did hope he will be called in sooner, than later.

“Elsa, where are you?!” Liane shouted down the hall, teasing him with the nickname, “Did you get moody and hide in your ice castle again?”

“One more Frozen reference out of you and I'll freeze all your Speak Now merch alive! You hear me?!” Ji-Hoon shouted as his hands curled into first before sighing, “I swear with her…”

Melissa winced and rubbed the back of her neck before asking, “Uh okay…anyways, so, who else is a part of this team that Coulson is building?”

“Uh, you, me, Ji-Hoon, Ward..” Amelia answered listing off the names she remembered from the file, “Fitz-Simmons, Melinda May is just the pilot–”

“May is just the pilot? Okay, that’s a lie.”

“Ask Coulson, not me.”

“I’ll see it when I believe it.”

With that Amelia gave her friends a smile and hugs before grabbing her duffle bag, and rushing out the door. Liane saw where she was heading and muttered, “What is she going?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Ji-Hoon shouted at the blonde.

———

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[agentmanatee]

Interrupting my packing for this important message:

I want an AU with Trip as the team's specialist from the start, and where he lives. The bus would've been a lot funner with him around, and he has chemistry with all of the bus kids. He'd be Skye's SO!

That is all

[nixies-creations]

Title: Of All The Gin Joints To Walk Into. Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Jake Seresin. Rating: SFW/No Archive Warnings Apply. Tags: Alternate Universe; Agent of SHIELD Jake Seresin; Agent of SHIELD Bradley Bradshaw; marvel AU; Set in the Marvel Universe; VERY VERY pre-relationship; Sex Pollen; Bradley and Jake are still pretending they feel nothing for one another; Controlled Experiment; Mention of other characters; fade to black smut; Implied bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Word Count: 1184. Created for @topgunalternateuniverse Square Filled: Sex Pollen: Fuck or Die. 

Summary: 

Shouldn’t it have been someone on his list of approved partners for these types of situations? Or, Jake is put through a certain situation to help him get more prepared for field work and the last person he expects is there to assist him.

Read On Ao3.

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 10

Summary: Carol and Skye connect on a new level while camping, and Yon-Rogg is frustrated with his task of bringing home the Kree mole inside Shield.

Notes: Not the explicit chapter yet, I'll let you know which one that will be!

Read on Ao3

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In the weeks following the surgery, Skye seemed to grow more distant, which Carol couldn’t figure out. Carol tried to perform tricks with her newly freed powers to make Skye smile or to impress her, but that didn’t solve the issue, so maybe Skye was scared of her powers? Carol tried to use them less and be more normal, more Terran, more … whoever Skye needed her to be. This had some success, especially when Carol asked Skye about places on Earth Skye had been or wanted to go. 

When they visited one, a campsite with stunning mountain views, Skye even scooted closer on the blanket as they watched the stars at night, and Carol pulled up an app on her Shield-issued smartphone to learn the constellations from here. 

“Do you miss it,” Skye asked. “Being out there?” 

“Not the way I experienced it.” Carol snorted in derision and then sighed. “I really thought I was making it all better, you know? Space is cool, and I miss seeing the amazing stuff, but if I ever went back, I’d want it to be with you.” 

“Yeah?” Skye lifted her head, but Carol backtracked too soon. 

“Sure, you know,” she rushed out. “That new SABER division and such, doing actual good and science and uh… Space stuff.” 

Skye sighed and laid back down. “Right. SABER. Space stuff.” 

Carol scrunched her brow as she thought. “What about you? Would your powers work in space?” 

Skye was silent for a moment. “I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I should learn more physics. But don’t tell FitzSimmons I said that!”

Carol laughed and turned on her side to face Skye. Her hair fell back so her scar was exposed on her neck, but she didn’t care. There was no reason for self-conscious vanity here. Skye had helped that scar exist in the first place.  

Skye spotted it and traced a light finger around it. “Does it still hurt?” 

“No.” 

Carol inhaled sharply as Skye looked up, so close Carol could almost taste her. In fact, she should. Without thinking, Carol closed the small gap between them and pressed her lips to Skye’s.

Skye froze and then pulled away. “Oh!” 

Carol blushed furiously. “Sorry, sorry, I don’t know why…” She trailed off and sat up on the blanket. Before she could come up with an excuse about Kree culture or run away or pretend it hadn’t happened, Skye sat up and pulled Carol back in. Skye’s lips were warm and ready this time, kissing her in a way that Carol had never experienced. It stirred something inside her to want more and more. Was kissing Earth girls always like this? Probably not, she concluded. There was something about Skye specifically that made her feel things no one else here did, or anyone ever had. Experimenting with all genders was encouraged in Kree society, but this was something else, something real. Not just a drunken pleasure after a battle won or a way to beat the boredom of life drifting in space. 

Skye pulled away again, this time much slower and with a hum of delight. “I just… I wasn’t sure if you liked me like that.”

Carol let a soft smile bloom on her reddened lips. “I don’t only think of you as a friend. It’s that, but there’s more to it. I don’t know what you’d want to call it, though.” 

“Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?” Skye asked, blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. 

“Yeah,” Carol concluded. That was it exactly. Just like the movies. “Yeah, I think I do. Is that too juvenile?” 

Skye shook her head, and a strand of hair fell down, which Carol gently tucked back. “A lot of people here say partner, but I like girlfriend too. I want to be proud of being with you.” 

“Ah.” Carol realized. Earth ways. “Because it’s … what’s the word… les-bionic?” 

Skye burst out a laugh. “Sapphic. But that’s great.”

“Ohhh,” Carol remembered their earlier vocabulary lesson now. “That’s right. You’re bi, and I’m lesbionic.” 

“Lesbian. Because you said you really only feel like this about women, right?” 

Carol shrugged a shoulder. “Well, THIS I have only felt with you. This is something new. But in general, yeah, lesbian sounds right based on past experience.” 

Skye kissed Carol’s cheek. “Our first official date. Under the stars.” 

Carol looked away, to the pinpricks of light above them, and Skye followed her gaze. “Just a few months ago, I was escaping for my life up there. And now I’m safe with you, my gorgeous, smart, Terran girlfriend.”

“You really have to stop saying Terran.” Skye laughed. “No one says that here.” 

“Mmm.” Carol mimicked an alien voice from a cheesy sci-fi show they had watched, “I come in peace, Earthling. The humans are beautiful this time of year.” 

“Stop!” Skye giggled and tickled Carol’s side. This was a new sensation for Carol and she laughed harder than she had in her life. They rolled around on the blankets until they had to catch their breath, with Skye snuggling on top of Carol. They laid in silence for a long while, content to enjoy the night sky. 

Finally, Skye spoke up, voice soft in the night air. “Can I tell you something?” 

“Anything,” Carol promised and kissed the top of Skye’s head. 

Skye rose up and met Carol’s lovesick gaze with a solemnity that scared her. 

“What is it?” Carol asked. 

“I’m not supposed to ask you this, but if I don’t, and I’m right, you could be in danger.” 

They shifted to sitting up on the blankets. Carol took Skye’s hands. “How could I be in danger when we’re together? You and I could face anything.” 

This seemed to be exactly what Skye needed to hear to overcome her hesitation. “There are some at Shield who were worried you came as a spy for the Kree. And for the last few weeks, I was worried about the opposite—that you only wanted to get close to me so I’d help you take the inhibitor out.” 

Carol started to protest, but Skye held up a hand and continued. “Think about it from an agent’s perspective. It makes sense. But I believe you when you say you want to be here. I trust you.” 

Carol relaxed but waited impatiently for Skye to make her point. 

Skye got to her question: “Do you remember Alexander Pierce from when you first came?” 

The hair on the back of Carol’s neck stood up and her breathing grew shallow. “Yeah, why?”

“We think he might be working for the Kree, to track you and monitor your activities on Earth. You’ve barely been out of the Shield building, though, besides just hanging out with me and doing training missions. So I don’t know what he would even report on, but—”

“But you helped me take out the inhibitor. The inhibitor had a tracker. That’s how he was doing it. That’s why your mom freaked out when I told her that, even though I thought no one could use it here.” Carol paled. “You’re a target now too. I made you part of a crime against the Kree Empire.” 

Carol got up and paced around the campsite. Skye scrambled up after her and placed a hand on her arm. “Hey. Remember what you just said? Between you and me, we can face anything. And it’s not just the two of us. We’ve got Shield on our side. Even Pierce’s assistant is helping, but you can’t repeat any of this to anyone, okay? No one can know.”

Carol blinked. “How can we keep this a secret? If there’s a Kree spy, you’re all vulnerable. And it’s all my fault! If I never would have come here, you’d all be safe.”

“NO!” Skye shouted and then softened. “No. I could say the same thing about myself. If I’d never come here as a kid, maybe they wouldn’t have sent him here. Or maybe neither of us had anything to do with him being here.” 

Carol understood what Skye was saying. “You think Pierce is part of something bigger that the Kree have going on here? It makes sense. I was part of a much larger program to integrate Terran, I mean human , children into Kree society. It could be something with that program. To make more kids like me into their tools.” 

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Skye bit her lip. “We don’t know what he’s plotting, only that Natasha says it has something to do with you. Maybe the Kree want you back. You’re a powerful weapon in the wrong hands right now.” 

Carol wrapped her arms around Skye against the chill of the night air. “And so are you. You’re an escaped inhuman. And if Pierce knows, he will have told them you’re still alive, you’ve been through Terrigenesis, and how to find you. We can’t let them take us back as their property. I won’t let them.” 

Skye nuzzled Carol’s cheek and pulled back just enough to look her in the eye with determination. “So we fight. Whatever comes.” 

“How are we going to fight the Kree Empire?” Carol wondered aloud. 

“Well, theoretically, you can go to space now, so that’s a plus.” Skye teased the outline of Carol’s scar again and played with her blonde strands. “And Shield has a few tricks up its sleeve the Kree won’t anticipate. If it comes to that.” 

Carol accepted this in favor of kissing Skye again and again. As the night grew colder, they eventually made their way inside their tent and into their sleeping bags, where they explored even more ways of kissing until they grew tired and cuddled their soft, warm cocoons together to fall asleep. 

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Carol’s fears of a big space army coming to invade Planet Earth weren’t in Yon-Rogg’s playbook, though. This was a show starring two men: Zxan-Dar the businessman and diplomat and Yon-Rogg, the assassin and scorned mentor. 

Yon-Rogg didn’t mention to Zxan-Dar that the planet he’d worked for so long to prepare for colonization was being discarded and abandoned to its own self-destruction. He only mentioned to the elder statesman that he was being ordered back home by the Supreme Intelligence, presumably to report in-person on what he’d learned. 

“And I’m supposed to give up all of this?” Zxan-Dar replied, his charming smile twisting into a hidden ferocity. He gestured to his executive office, decorated with all the hallmarks and designers of status, with the hand bearing a Harvard alumnus class ring that served as part of his cover story. “To go back to that ship, some officer’s quarters, an artificial Supreme Intelligence who watches me like a child, to bowing and scraping, to do the will of the empire.” 

Yon-Rogg raised a hand in caution. “I must warn you, brother. You are verging on consequences for these liberties. The Supreme Intelligence may overlook your offense as a side effect of your long exposure to these base creatures, but only once. You must do your duty as a Kree, as we are all sworn to, and return for the good of the collective.” 

Zxan-Dar sniffed and chuckled with the full ego of a powerful man being given orders. “Even the lowest foot soldier demands his payment. And I, well…” He turned in his desk chair and rose to face the skyline of Los Angeles below out the glass wall. “I am objectively higher up the food chain here, as you can see.” 

With Zxan-Dar’s back to him, Yon-Rogg sneered. “I will commune with the council and return with an offer of reward for your faithful service. Surely we can come to a fitting agreement.”  

Zxan-Dar whipped around and strode briskly toward Yon-Rogg with hand extended, as if a business deal had just been struck. “Excellent. I shall look forward to your offer. Brother .” 

The condescension in his voice was unmistakable, but Yon-Rogg at least had a solution to their problem. It wasn’t unheard of for spies and generals to set up shiny little kingdoms for themselves in their extended time away from Hala. They were understandably reluctant to give up their riches, conquests, and power. But resistance was met with proportional force, an equal and opposite reaction, as they say. 

Walking down the streets of Los Angeles, Yon-Rogg could hardly understand why Zxan-Dar would pick here of all places. Young screamed at their caretakers and were not silenced into submission. Adolescents rode on wheeled boards, or even drove land vehicles, with their horrid noises blasting rhythmically for all to hear. The impoverished were allowed within sight, and the ill and lame were free to hobble along the sidewalks with the garbage set out in bags! He wondered that in all of Terran history, they had no planetary system to rid themselves of trash, whether living or inanimate, in ways that stayed out of sight of the respectable citizenry. 

He pitied Carol a bit. His failed hope. He had really thought she could be more than this noisy, stinking, sweltering planet. She had shown such potential. And yet, here she was, crawling back to the rodents’ den she’d been rescued from. 

Just as he thought of her, she appeared, entering a building a block ahead. She looked in his direction as she opened the door for the Terran with her—a dark-haired young woman, of similar age and height—but Carol disappeared into the building. He wanted to follow, to demand that she return with him to stand trial, to offer her a chance at rehabilitation. To apologize that they hadn’t done a better job erasing her shameful origins the first time. 

But the traffic light turned and a wall of vehicles in all shapes and sizes and smells and sounds separated them. Another day. For now, he made his way back to his cloaked ship to relay Zxan-Dar’s terms of compliance.

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

A collection of ficlets set in the 'get out my machete and battle with time once again' universe. And yes, I'm realizing I definitely need a catchier name. Full series on Ao3.

chapter 3 -- as we lay our wars to rest

It was a restless night. 

Pines whipped, thunder crashing like someone was bowling with furniture on the roof of the world. May lay awake for a long time, listening to the rain, and thought about myths that bled just like they did, about the pieces this world would never be. 

It was hard to reconcile how small it was, in the grand scheme of things. The world. May had spent so much of her life flying over greens and blues and browns, looking down, but that had still been under the sky. You couldn’t see it the same way once you’d looked down from the other side.

Her dreams, when she finally fell asleep, were a jumble of familiarity. A warehouse, a little girl; but this was a girl with faraway eyes and trust in her hands-- and another girl, with rumpled blond hair and her father’s eyes, her mother’s nimble, curious fingers. It was an old home, not a warehouse, walls that were no longer hers but that she remembered loving. May dreamed of her cockpit, no splinters in her palms; peaceful evenings and threat she’d spent years comfortable in, safety she was learning. She awoke slowly, as dawn arrived, like her body hadn’t decided whether it had actually gotten any rest or not. 

It was an indecisive sort of morning. Melinda liked those even less than the bad ones; she’d spent years learning to live with those, live through them, and they didn’t come around often any more. The indecisive, thin unease was just annoying.  

Tai chi helped. There was a reason why she’d settled herself into routines, why she’d built them into herself and her time even when nothing much else in her life had been predictable. Phil did fine with less structure to his days, could unwind easily in that flexibility, but these had always been her hours, the first rays of sun crawling into a drowsy sky. 

It had brightened into a pale, breakable blue by the time Phil was up, the air cold and crisp and no longer so heavy with damp. There were pine needles scattered everywhere, a thick bed of leaves that swallowed up sound instead of crackling, but the storm had come and gone without doing any damage. 

May went out to coat her boots in mud after breakfast. There was a worn old trail out back that looped around on itself, that brought her back home if she just walked far enough. 

Phil had been gentler than he needed to be, that morning, patient enough for the both of them. He'd set the kettle like there were at least five people waiting for tea. It just wasn’t a day for talking, at least not yet, and there wasn’t any urgency to their days any more. She hadn’t known how to breathe without it, at first, but she’d had a handful of years now to ease into the relief of it. She was starting to be able to feel like they’d been doing this for a long time. 

May stepped back onto the wood of the porch with her pockets full of wild golden raspberries (she hadn’t been planning on going that way, but once she did she couldn’t just walk past the bushes). Her thigh was aching again, knees putting up a protest she was staunchly ignoring, but she felt steady for the first time that morning. 

She came through the front door to the sound of music. 

It was acoustic, earthy tones. Folky. Phil was sitting by his desk, but he’d gone still, probably forgotten all about whatever he’d been doing. She knew he’d heard her come in, but she leaned one shoulder against the wall and just listened, eyes on the window and the sunlight tumbling in. 

Their tastes in music were as wildly different as ever, but this was nice, whatever it was. Something about sunshine and the time that you have. 

May watched the curve of Phil’s shoulders, rubbed a gentle palm against the wood paneled walls. 

They had grandkids now. They’d get to watch them grow. 

She stepped across the floor as the song ended. 

Phil stood to meet her, eyes soft and damp, and she smiled at them, at him, at how easy the peaceable emotion still came to him, after everything. She would never have that. She didn’t mind. She was learning her own peace, laying down her arms without needing it to feel right. This was a choice, calmness and patience and birdsong in the birth of a new dawn. 

She was burying her wars in long walks home and raspberries in her pockets. There were ghosts to both their names, hanging around this little cabin, and they were welcome to stay as long as they needed, provided they held their peace.

[agentsofmarvel]

a little agents of shield au idea i had !!

(let me know if you want to hear more about this au!! i’m not a fanfic writer, but if anyone wants to try to write something feel free with credit!!)

little royals au

the academy of royalty is attended my many royals across many kingdoms. the school is strictly for royalty until the academy’s headmaster philip coulson held a contest among the villagers across all kingdoms to see if anyone could past the difficult entrance exam. only one child passed, jemma simmons, a young villager from the kingdom of the highlands. for passing, jemma is invited to attend the academy of royalty as a student. she will then have to navigate being the first non-royal student the academy has ever had.

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the academy of royalty is split into two schools: one for older students and one for younger.

some of the students from the academy’s upper school (for older students):

- crown prince alphonso “mack” of the coastal isles

- princess elena of the kingdom of belleza

- crown princess barbara “bobbi” of donmore

- prince lance of dirkshire

- crown princess kora of the kingdom of afterlife

- crown prince christian of the hinterlands

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some of the students from the academy’s lower school (for younger students):

- jemma simmons, villager from the kingdom of the highlands

- crown prince leopold of the kingdom of the highlands

- princess daisy of the kingdom of afterlife

- crown prince daniel of fortësi

- prince grant of the hinterlands

- prince thomas of the hinterlands

*crown prince/princess means they are first in line for the throne.

**would be mainly fitzsimmons & dousy with background macklena & huntingbird!!

[disappearinginq]

Dialogue prompts for Agents of SHIELD: 20?

100% set in my alternate timeline of Running Up That Hill (honestly, because I don't remember canon anymore).

"I hope you got what you wanted."

"I shudder to think in what world this was a desirable outcome."

"You're back in SHIELD's good graces - no longer on their top most wanted list."

"We were on a beach in Tahiti, where nobody knew us, and nobody bothered us, and best of all, none of you even knew we were alive. Well...except Coulson. But we knew he could keep a secret."

"But no, you're right, this is so much better - being dragged back here to help you clean up a mess that should've been a non-issue if you'd actually run a backround check. Or two."

"We wouldn't have asked you back unless it was necessary."

"Fine - we're here. What was so important we couldn't do it via group text? Or post card?"

"Your brother - Thomas. HYDRA has him."

[brooklynislandgirl]

@rhodestoruin​  {{xx}}

The biggest problem with Beth is that unless she's deliberately engaged in conversation and able to see his mouth, she doesn't always hear things quite the right way. She tries to minimise it in a hundred different little ways, but currently she was engrossed in her own screen, sifting through mountains of compiled data that numb the soul as well as the mind. His breath, his pitch and timber are clear, as much as the motion of his arms out of the corner of her eye but the words themselves are lost and it is clear on her face that she's scrambling to make sense. Woodsy Gulls are light. Dodge Ray's jackal bite. "....Uhm..." She turns her head. Large green-and-honey coloured doe eyes narrow their focus to Rhodey's lips as she twists hers momentarily to the side. "...Sorry, I didn't...quite catch dat." Apologetically she asks him if he could repeat what he said, and maybe this time if she pays excruciating attention she'll better understand the question and be able to answer him in such a way that won't sound like she's coming off a three week bender at O'Shaughnessy's Pub. Her only saving grace is that he knows her from past acquaintances, having worked with her brother who ~much to her chagrin~ has never been shy about pointing out her flaws in the past. He wasn't exactly cut out for SHIELD, even as a liaison, but then, neither was she from the outside looking in. More than once she'd questioned herself as to what Agent Coulson could ever really have seen in her to recruit her in the first place, but here they are. "But if ya askin' if I t'ink we need more coffee, answer is always gonna be yes."

[midnottart]

Agents of SHIELD AU • Loki settles down at the SHIELD facility he's being held at and tries coffee for the first time. Coulson visits him daily, fully aware he can't force Loki to talk.

// There's more background story on my Patreon. It's for members but you can join for free!

[jackiequick]

In fifty years, will all this be declassified? | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker & Grant Ward (WardParker)

Summary: In other words, suffering is worse than falling down low..

Characters feature/mentioned: Kara Palamas, Melissa Wallace, Marlene Kassdy, The Young Avengers

Timeline: Set a year after Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Agents Of Shield Season 2 (2014-2015)

Warning: Mentions of torture, blood, needles, heartbreak and fighting

Fic Type: Angst

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A/N: Goodness, someone help them all. Also sorry if it's a long fic! I hope you enjoy it ;) And yes I reference a Taylor Swift song as the title hehe

Inspired by: Agents Of Shield 2x21/22

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Dry pastel lit color faded between the clouds, as the soft yet grime shades filled the room. 

The air thick with dust and the distant sound of wind howling against the cracked windows. A mild, yet faint screeching pierced the silence, mingling with the rhythmic dripping of water somewhere in the shadows.

The autumn chill that sinked though the cracks of the door made its way towards her body, responding her eyes to slowly flutter open. She squinted her eyes turning her around to see the area she was set in.

Confusion wrapped around her like a mask; the last thing she remembered was sifting through the scattered remnants of an old agent’s life in a deserted apartment, searching for files that could’ve been used for other purposes.

It was darkly and dimly lit when she made herself present in that apartment reaching for the last lines of the forgotten report, hearing a soft thud, a shadow looming behind her—then nothing.

Amelia blinked, forcing her mind to piece together the fragments, but all she grasp was the nagging dull pain against her neck. Her fingers twitching waking themselves up only to hit a wooden board. She glanced down to noticed her wrists were against a table, yet her ankles were tied backwards to the chair.

She tugged against the restraints, but they held firm, the rough fibers biting into her skin. Panic clawed at her throat as she took in her surroundings: the rusted beams overhead, the scattered debris underfoot, and the faint light filtering through the grime-coated windows.

With every strained breath, the cold air seeped deeper into her bones, heightening her senses. The screeching outside grew louder, mingling with the pounding of her heart.

Just then, a door creaked open somewhere in the warehouse, and her breath caught in her throat. Amelia huffed and winced catching sight of who it was.

Grant Ward.

Following behind him was Agent 33, Kara Palamas, an a former SHIELD agent. Her was brain given some deep suffering, due to memory loss from Daniel Whitehall and of course she was helped afterward, tested by Fitzsimmons, then she left again. More or less…

Grant smiled sitting across the table from her. One of fingers lightly pushes a strand of hair away from Amelia’s face to see her clearly. Grant will never admit it but he didn’t like having her kidnapped, but he needed SHIELD to reveal any information that had on the Projects and Daniel Whitehall.

Amelia was one of SHIELD most well known and possibly active agents they had. According to the rumor mill she was loved and appreciated, having help put The Young Avengers together, being his co-captain in the very beginning of Coulson’s team back in 2013 and the list went on.

But he knew that Amelia Parker only scratched the surface, of the people she was surrounded by. He knew that none of the recruits and so-called friends truly cared for her, watched her six. If they did care, they would’ve found her by now. Hell, Agent Hill was the one who pushed her senseless into being the agent she was today. 

The poor workaholic agent who was pushed to the brink of it all, making the choices to see the good in others and step in to put herself in danger for the sake of the people around her. 

For the sake of the mission. 

Pushing down all the hurt and blame for her own sake. Taking the hits, making the kills and watching the ones she cared for suffer. 

All Grant wanted to do was keep her safe, have her join him in the mist of SHIELD’s fall back in 2014 and live on the run. But she refused to stay with him.

Because her loyalty was too high and her trust in others were on the balancing act of being destroy right before her eyes.

And yet, here she sat in front of him, her own green eyes staring right into his brown ones.  

“Hi baby.” He said in a calm low tone. 

She held a tight calm smile as she responded, “Hi.

“I’mma cut to the chase. You do know why you’re here, right?”

“Cause you miss me, hon?”

Kara, who was standing a few steps behind Grant, crossed her arms and held back a scoff at her remark. She knew the two had history, which annoyed her completely.

“Miss you? That’s a bold assumption,” Kara shot back, forcing the humor even as her pulse raced slightly.

Grant leaned forward, the smile fading as he studied her. “You’re in a warehouse, tied to a chair. I don’t want to play games, Ames.”

Kara shifted, her posture rigid as she eyed Amelia. “You don’t have to protect her anymore, Grant. She’s not one of us…”

“Not one of us?” Amelia echoed, the bite in her voice sharper than she intended. “You think that just because you’re playing for a different side now, it makes you less of a traitor?”

Kara bristled, but Grant raised a hand, silencing the tension in the room.  “This isn’t about sides,” he said, his tone even but strained. “It’s about information. SHIELD’s been sitting on something big, and I need you to help me find it.”

Amelia’s mind raced at the thought. The thought of betraying her former team sent a chill through her. “And what if I refuse? What makes you think I will help you?”

He leaned closer, intensity radiating from him. “Then you’ll stay here. And trust me, we both know I always find another way to get what I need. But it won’t be pretty for you.”

“Is that a threat, baby?”

“Call it a promise. I said don’t ever want to hurt you, Ames, not again, but if it comes to it, I will.”

Amelia’s eyes fell of Kara and exhaled, “And her?”

Grant noticed her gaze and leaned backwards. His expression turned serious as he said, “Kara, is none of your concern.”

“Liar. What is it that I did that so wrong to her?”

Kara shifted and met her gaze, leaning forward with a slight glare. “You know what you did, you're responsible for my kidnapping, you and Wallace had my location rigid and led me to Whitehall. When I did escape, Marlene and the others were late to get me back to base. I was tortured and enslaved for what felt like ages!”

Amelia’s eyes darted as she shifted, trying to stand up from her chair. She snarled, “The location was rigid to begin with! It wasn’t mine or Melissa’s fault. It was none of our faults!”

“Then apologize!”

“For a miscommunication? I did weeks ago!”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“..why have it be just me? Not strap Melissa or anyone else to a chair?”

That’s when Kara allowed a small smirk to appear on her face.

“Because. Melissa will just give me a snarky remark and scream, she’s not trained for the physical and mental discomfort across the body. But you are.” Kara explained to Amelia.

Amelia’s eyes darted back to Ward with a warning tone. “Grant.” She muttered. 

Grant stood from his seat and grabbed a device from the wall as he contained the explanation to a minimum, “We’re using you as an advantage here, Ames. If we want SHIELD to give us what they want as well and see a piece of them crumble, why not have one of their finest agents be the representation of it all?”

“Which means?” Amelia asked.

“We will keep you here.” Kara said, “In result, disorient the other agents such as Melissa, Marlene and your precious boyfriend, who I bet has no idea that your gone, into running around in rampage looking for you. The more pain you inflect, will give the others no choice but to give us the information needed.”

Amelia’s heart raced with a mix of fear and defiance as the words hung in the air. 

She scoffed as a small smile broke across her face. A shake chuckle escaped her hips for whatever reason. “You’re both just petty and delusional.” Amelia remarked. “Even if it I am not found by them, and I’m tortured. You realize that The Young Avengers will get concerned and try to find me, right?”

Grant crossed his arms and shook her head, as he strapped a wires and tightened the chair a bit more. Beforehand, he used anesthetic to remove any sensation of pain from Morse-Parker, however the sensation of the shockwaves and needles will be an unbearable pain, hitting her body all at once. 

Kara claimed to many beforehand, that was the pain she felt when she was harmed by Whitehall and when she regained control of her mind once again. 

When no one answered her remarked about The Young Avengers—Liane, Rick, Rochelle, Cole and the others—would grow panicked and try to find her, it was a clear as day response. They were too busy and selfish to care for others’s turmoil to save them. Kara and Grant convey that answer by just exchanging a glance at Amelia.

 Amelia's heart raced, a mixture of defiance and dread coursing through her veins. “You really think that will work? You’re underestimating them.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, masking the worry gnawing at her.

Grant tightened the straps, his brow furrowed with frustration. “It’s not about underestimating them. It’s about making them desperate.”

Kara’s smirk faded as she stepped closer. “You think they care enough to risk everything for you? They’ve got their own battles to fight. You’re just a pawn in this game, Amelia.”

The weight of her words hit harder than any blow. Memories of laughter and camaraderie flashed through Amelia’s mind, but the shadows of doubt loomed larger. She shook her head, unwilling to let them see her falter. “You’re wrong. They won’t stop searching for me.”

Grant leaned back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “And if they do find you, what then? You think they’ll storm in here and rescue you? They don’t even know where you are.”

Kara stepped closer, her voice low and chilling. “They’ll waste time chasing ghosts, and by the time they figure it out, it’ll be too late.”

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A silence fell, heavy with unspoken truths. Amelia felt the chill in the air deepen, a reminder of her vulnerability as the hours went by. She felt herself growing hungry and weak by the second, as her eyes tried their hardest to not give into the weight and close themselves.

Deep into the night, the weight of Grant and Kara’s words hit pierced harder than any words. Every moment spent in the room, tied to the chair, her wrists trying to wiggle out of the restrains and the needles digging into her fingers send an engulfing pain across her body. The wires sending shockwaves through her body, were just as bad, she could practically taste the metal in the air, under her skin. 

Amelia was on the brink of giving into the pain and torment, that she was lost caused. She wasn’t going to be saved. That Kara and Grant were right. She was fool to think SHIELD and The Young Avengers—her friends—would care to save her. To release any evidence in hopes of having her come back to them.

That loyalty and trust that tied her to her team was slipping between her fingers.

She could’ve sworn she heard typing of a laptop and invoices being messaged between the two in another room, whenever Kara or Grant weren’t inside with her. She could hear Grant’s low murmur, the occasional sharp retort from Kara. The sound of certain agents from the messages, such as Marlene, her voice was faintly heard, so was Melissa. A flicker of Jeremy’s tone of voice and a few others that she didn’t quite recognize.

She wondered if Jeremy was negotiating a deal to the data on Whitehall or some kind of information in general. She wondered if Melissa trying to relocate the trace of the phone's pattern to her location, or maybe Marlene had just threaten to murder Ward.

Gods know what the others on the line must've been discussing.

However nothing from The Young Avengers.

As for their mouths moving? Conversation between the three echo though the warehouse, a mixture of screams, snarky remarks, and words that were sharper than a knife. Grant was one of the few people, who knew her better than anyone, he had a hand in training her and sense her downfall from a mile away. 

He knew that she knows that there was no one coming from her. And if they did. They would be too late, suffering the lost of someone who they assumed, they care for deeply. It was a twisted symphony of betrayal and desperation that echoed around her, each note driving the point home: she was alone.

Speaking of echos being said, at one point, when Amelia refused to once again to apologize to Kara, the closure to heal according to Grant, the brunette slapped Amelia across the face before she walked around the chair with a wicked smirk.

“If you want a nice view of my ass, sweetheart, that will be...” Amelia said in a slight witty tone, however her voice trailed off, hearing the sound of fabric and a wince of a blade, “..what is she doing?”

Grant didn’t let her swift her neck around to see the damage about to inflect upon her, instead snatching her chin under his fingers, forcing her to face him. For a fleeting moment, his gaze softened, a hint of regret flickering in his brown eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Ames. We can work this out—” He said in a soft tone. 

“No.“ Amelia cut him off, her tone resolute, almost shaking in a hush tone, “Not like this..”

Before she can even repeat her words, a sharp passing of a knife slide across the back of her knees, her inner knees, as she let out a deep whine. She squeezed her eyes and gasped breathing heavily, her chest rising and fall, due to the action taking place. Her eyes water as she gulped, catching Grant’s gaze as she tried to wipe her face towards Kara.

Amelia’s breath came in ragged gasps, the pain radiating through her legs, refusing to show weakness, however it was clear. Grant’s grip on her chin tightened, his gaze searching hers for a flicker of compliance.

Kara stepped closer, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You really think you’re in control here? You’re tied up, and your friends are miles away. This is your reality now.”

Amelia felt the weight of her words sink in, but she wouldn’t give in just yet. “And if I break? If I give they what you want? What happens then?”

She shrugged, a cruel smile curling her lips. “Maybe we’ll let you go. Maybe I won’t. It all depends on how entertaining you are.”

Before Amelia could respond, Grant’s expression shifted, a flicker of anger crossing his face. “Enough, Kara. This isn’t a game.”

Kara rolled her eyes, dismissing his concern. “Oh please, Grant. You’re not her keeper. She made her choices.”

Amelia’s eyes flickered between the pair. Despite Grant’s protectiveness over her, he was true as day that he cared for Kara just the same. He may claim to still love her, but his heart had made space for Kara. She scoffed, honestly, with how delusional they both were, they desires each other. 

“Choices?” Amelia scoffed, her voice steady despite the pain. “Um, I didn’t choose to be here, and you know it.”

Grant’s jaw tightened, a mix of frustration and a hint of guilt flashing across his face. “I didn’t want this for you, Amelia. I wanted to protect you.”

“By letting Kara and yourself torture me?” she shot back, her gaze unwavering. “You’re not protecting me, Grant. You lied to me once, you’ll do it again.”

He always said that one thing, she will understand everything he ever done, but she won’t. One look from Kara and Grant, and she realized she was more than a pawn, in this sick game. She’s the queen. The moment she decide to cooperate or her teammates come and find her, give them any information about Whitehall, the game changes. 

If she might even survive this.

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The hours went by, no help, no hope of salvation—none. 

It was hopeless.

She whimpered and winced, gasping for air as her fingers were being pierced by needles and her body was attached to the wires from earlier. She has been yelled at, bleeding and bruised.

She was purely shaking at this point. At least she was able to convince Ward to release her ankles for some breathing room. However, she was cold. From her feet to her toes, despite the clothing she was wearing, she was feeling the air bouncing against her skin.

As she wiggled her wrists against the restraints, searching for any weakness, the faint sound of footsteps approached. She held her breath, heart pounding, readying herself for whatever was to come.

The door creaked open, and Grant stepped inside. He paused, meeting her gaze with a mixture of concern and resolve. 

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of sincerity breaking through his hardened facade.

Her voice was slightly shaky under her breath, “Is that even a question?”

“Ames.”

“Not even close, and you know it.” 

“It’s gonna be a long night, I knew you’ll be tough. Coulson’s got an eye for talent.”

“So did you..”

He sighed, his harden facade slowly returned, as a tone that was undoubtedly unreadable appeared. He sat down across from her. Her breathing was deep and hitched, her glares softened ever so slightly, before slowly hardening once again.

“You and I are a lot alike, Ames.” He began, his voice simple yet smooth. “Emotions buried deep inside where nowhere will ever find it.”

She shook her head lightly, “Why’s that? Because you know me very well?” “Because the reason why you kill and fight and recruit others..it’s not because you feel it’s a duty.”

“It is..you caught onto that lesson very early on. Being pushed to the prime level, because it hides whatever uncertainty you have..”

“That’s what you think? Are you referring to me or yourself?”

Amelia paused remembering a conversation she had with Skye involving the context of Ward. He kills because of his emotional attachment and his desire to help, not just for his own desire but for a gain. 

But there was something more to that.

After a moment Amelia said under her breath as she admitted, “..it’s not because of nothing, or that it’s a duty to serve..it’s because you feel too much..i feel too much..”

Grant watched her eyes gearing up, the shift in her eyes, at the realization. The pain, the despair, the suffering, the repeated questions and conversation. It was like memories flashed—every laugh, every time she was snapped at, every snarl or glare, every moment of believing in trust and faith—it all came crashing down upon her.

The right push and she can be forced to see the truth, even if she denied it. Hell, the words that Amelia said hit Grant as hard a brick. It wasn’t false, he did care, sometimes way too much. But like he said, he buried it deep, to save himself the heartbreak and torment.

However he did say if Amelia didn’t corporate, or if SHIELD didn’t release information on Whitehall, he will do a certain job. One that she has seen done before..

“Baby, listen to me.” Grant said, bringing her back to the moment holding up needle in-between his fingers. “Kara needs closure. Your teammates are already suffering with no idea where you are, thanks to Kara. But you, just admit you betrayed her and we can end this.”

She scoffed, “You’re such a hypocrite, you know that? Betray her? Honey, may I remind you that you betrayed your whole entire team! You betrayed me.”

“For the—! For the hundredth time, I was loyal to Garrett, not HYDRA!”

“For the hundredth time, I don’t care!”

“Amelia!”

“What?! You always have that excuse or decide to blame Garrett for your choices!”

“We both know, if it was the other way another and you were in my shoes, you would understand! We talked about this!”

“I know! And for the that, I say, screw you!”

That’s when Grant leaned forward against the table, his body dangling among the chair he sat in. Their face were mere inches apart, they can feel the other’s hot breath against one another’s face. Every scare, bump and bruise, laced across their face.

The tension was heating off their bodies, their breathing was thick and hitched. 

“You don’t know me as well, as you think you do.” He growled under his breath, his back arched and his palms pressed against the table.

“Sure I do, baby.” She responded, growling in the same exact intensity.

However she held a light smirk, ripping off her restraints that she spent the last hours  loosing up, grunted as she both hands grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the table.

She held out a breath, snatching the needle from his grasp and stabbing him with it. Grant broke free from her grasp just as quickly, as Amelia stumbled backwards. He launched at her as she jumped over the table and kicked him the chest. 

Before they two knew it, they were dancing around, blocking and trying to punch one another into corners. Spinning, turning and trying to slam the other into a wall. Grunts, pounding from footsteps against the ground, shouts and screaming were heard from within the warehouse, as they broke though the walls and into the hallways.

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At one point, Amelia raised her height was going to cause her a real disadvantage, Grant was taller than her by a lot. So just as he was about to launch at her once again, she reached up to a poll, grasping a tight grip before swinging her legs forwards launching Grant to break though the window of the door. 

“I taught you well..” He muttered, a hint of pride in his voice, before grabbing her and swinging the brunette around as they head butted one another hitting against the tight narrow hallway.

Amelia head was slammed backwards, pounding firm near a wall, before her body slid downwards onto the floor as she grunted and let out a groaned. Grant towered over her just as Kara hurried in, holding her gun towards Amelia.

She was ready to shoot her, but didn’t, yet. She wanted to hear the apology, understand her pain. She exchanged a look with Ward.

“Anything you want to say to Kara?” Grant asked, letting out a deep breath.

Amelia’s eyes darted between the door of them, her vision was blurry as she said, “..yeah.”

“She’s waiting.”

“I’m not sorry anymore..” Amelia muttered under her breath. 

Kara exhaled, lowering the gun, “This isn’t right..I’m not feeling, she’s not sorry..”

Grant took the gun from her stuffing it into his back pocket and placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s alright, baby, I know what to do..”

Her gaze flickered between the pair, one look from Grant and Amelia knew what was coming for her, he going to pull the trigger. The hours were running up. 

He’ll do the one thing she seen him do, only once, years ago. 

It will not just make her suffer but the ones who claimed to love her...

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[stealingpotatoes]

vader's an awkward subject in the normal tl4j au, but it is SO much more awkward in the original trilogy au <3

(commission info // tip jar!)

[agentmanatee]

YOU MADE HUNTER AN AMERICAN CURL!!!!! I'm so pleased with this I could kick the air! Bobbi, Mack, and Fitz totally tease him for being "American."

Here are all my babies! I love drawing cats, and I will take any excuse to. Also, I put way too much thought into these.

I already posted FitzSimmons, but I wanted them all together.

[mostie01]

I need an au where immediately after the Great Devourer’s defeat and just running off with the Golden Weapons Garmadon just tracked Misako down and was like hey babe remember the world domination thing? You still down? I know you picked those wallpapers and rugs. Also babe do you have a functioning shower so I can get these evil snake remains off? Yeah it’s the same snake that bit me. Babe quit crying and hugging me this venom is kinda toxic…Babe seriously knock it off you’re too pretty to get infected by the venom.

[autism-swagger]

This was meant to be a single doodle. I don't know what happened. I think I entered a fugue state.

Anyways! AU wherein Hydra gets their hands on Skye right after she goes through Terrigenesis ❤️

Reblogging is better than just liking.

Yes Coulson still lost his hand. Yes that means the Afterlife plot line happened even though Skye wasn't there. Yes that means she never got to properly reunite with her dad before he got his mind wiped or meet her mom before she died. Yaaay I love angst ❤️

Flats ⬇️

[rainintheevening]

Family can be chosen / We have shared each other's blood on our hands / What more do we need? / We can choose each other