#knowseverythingaboutyou

[chernayavidua]

                   natasha listens as maria takes her time filling in some of the details. a hum here, another there as the widow attempts to recall the man in question. at the time it seemed like there wasn't anything special about him and she'd done her due diligence on him but nothing had popped up. so she'd reported her findings to maria and that had been that. or so she'd thought. a brow arches as more vague details are given. natasha sighs, gaze turning out to the side window and scanning the semi-shadowed street and beyond the parking lot making sure that no one was lurking in the shadows. the timeline on her snooping expedition had been rather short and there's no point in saying i told you so. bad intel has always frustrated the widow to no end and this was no exception.

                   “ i do but it might take a few hours. ” pulling out here phone, natasha scrolls through her contacts and sends a message to two of them. she isn't worried about being tracked to this location because her phone is highly encrypted. and on top of that getting in touch with said contacts is rather convoluted and involves people even she doesn't know about. it keeps her web safe.

                   “ you're on their raidar which means that they're taking said money guy on a vacation. the last thing they want is shield getting their hands on him. ” they would only put a permanent end to him when they found a replacement and considering he'd been with them for quite some time, his shoes would be hard to fill. which could potentially buy them some time. “ you've been handing out orders a bit too long. you're going to need my help on this one.”

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[shieldretired]

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                            "YOUR GRANDFATHER SOUNDS LIKE AN EXCELLENT MAN," Steve feels the need to point out. Anyone who doesn't pay the full price for anything is an excellent person, in his opinion. (Everyone, Steve included, should be grateful he hasn't found out about couponing yet; his heart shaped by the Great Depression would absolutely love it, and his bathroom cabinet would end up with 300 instead of 3 packages of toothbrushes.) 

                            "And I'm not very fond of online shopping. I want to touch the stuff I'm getting. Maybe it's an old person thing, but it does come in handy when you wanna buy things like wool for your knitting circle." Everyone makes fun of his age all the time –– Steve is now trying to make fun of it himself in hopes that it will get boring for everyone else. "I don't... have rules? I mean, make yourself at home, and if you need anything, just holler?" He looks bewildered. "I don't have to actually tell you to... not snoop through my underwear, right?"

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Maria’s ashamed to admit how easy it was to ignore the bite on her side. until it wasn’t. there are a lot of things that she hates about being at the Capitol, and having to deal with senators is just one of them.

having to rescue them, on the other hand, well. that’s valuable capital and favours that Maria doesn’t want to give up, even if the day to day really does drive her crazy. it’s less surprising than it should be that Organa is the senator who grabs her when she nearly goes down. she’s heard stories about Bail and Breha and it’s not a shock their daughter takes after them.

“hey, no—” she’s been trained to never let anyone take her weapon, and giving it up to someone who’s not trained in the face of... chompy monsters makes Maria’s head hurt. worse than the actual injury she’s got, but between the two of them she doesn’t really have the wherewithal to take it back. god, she hopes Leia won’t shoot her by accident.

“ah, fuck.” sitting down is worse than walking, and Maria hisses when Leia tries to get a look at it. “I’ll be fine. just — go check in the bottom desk drawer.” she’s been badgering the staff to leave the first aid kits in the same place in every office in case of an emergency like this. hopefully they actually listened to her. “of course a politician would be the one to hurt me.” a bit of an exaggeration, but if she hadn’t pulled Mr. Oregon out of the way, he’d have been the one with the wound on his side.

“I’ll take care of checking it out, you watch the door.”

her parents & the community that had raised & ultimately shaped her might be pacifists, but she remembers the wise words Mon Mothma had once spoken in that ultimately, there came a point in which refusing to stop violence could no longer be called non-violence. at some point, it only made one a bystander in the carnage & she supposes that days like today are the sorts of times the older senator had been thinking of.

maybe she's just fishing for justifications as to why the gun had found its way into her hands & she didn't quite feel like giving it back just yet. time would tell.

she does as she's told, though - getting to her feet quickly & rifling through the drawer until she found exactly what she was looking for. the kit was even fully stocked, which felt like a miracle given no one could have possibly considered they'd have to crack it open for something like this. ' you've clearly never sat in on one of our more spirited votes if this surprises you, ' the brunette offers with a small smirk, turning the kit over with a flourish.

' the only way they're getting through that door is if they brought a battering ram. ' or explosives - she's not naive enough to think it couldn't happen, but there haven't been any tell-tale indicators those have made it into play so she feels relatively confidant about the odds of her statement holding for the time being. ' how bad is it? ' Leia isn't wholly sure if she means the wound, or the scene outside, but either answer would help her plan out the next few steps.

[lostsouldier]

@knowseverythingaboutyou : “ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

' I had eyes before I met you, ' Bucky says effortlessly, finally tearing his gaze away the locker labelled Romanoff stacked with a collection of weapons that Bucky hasn't seen before in SHIELD storage. It had to be special order, or made to order. The Romanoff name was a thing of legend around these halls, after all. She probably got dibs on whatever latest tech was available to the highest level agents.

' Who do I have to bang to get my hands on tech like that ? ' he says forlornly, dejectedly picking up his own standard issue AK-47. Don't get him wrong, having weapons, even standard ones, was much better than sourcing, financing, and collecting his own as he had done for years before SHIELD. But god, the modifications on the ones in Romanoff's locker made his mouth water. One could not blame Maria for bristling over the absolutely sinful way he was staring at it.

[starsinshadows]

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     “I heard you were back in town,” he told the woman when he came upstairs and found her sat at the dining table, looking at home the way only a select few people did in Wayne Manor’s gothic atmosphere. She was a friend of Alfred’s, an old protégé, from what Bruce knew of the rather secretive relationship, and it wasn’t the first time she’d come by, but it was the first since he’d started his project that happened along. If she’d been in Gotham in the past two years, it had been a visit outside of the manor. It made him wonder where Alfred had disappeared to, and if he should do the same. “Alfred knows you’re here?”

[withoutawar]

@knowseverythingaboutyou   -   42. spot!fy wrapped 

Afterglow - Bisken  Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears

      He hadn’t not seen it coming, but true to his nature, he’d optimistic that this was just another one of those things that they’d overcome. Their relationship has been rife with arguments . . . but for Steve, most relationships are. Whether they’re professional or personal, he’s gone his whole life going against the grain. Questioning people. Asking for more. Asking for better. Demanding it of people. Maria had to have known that when she go together with him. And they’d done their best to keep their working lives separate to their personal, and for a while it had worked. The only arguments they really ever had were to do with decisions made at work, anyway . . . but they’d been kidding themselves thinking that work for people like them could be compared to a regular day job. That it could ever truly be separated from their personal lives. They were one and the same. 

      ‘ Did you expect me to take this quietly ? ’ He’s standing up, defensive all over, despite projecting his usual stance of confidence. A hand on his hip, the other fiddling with an ornament on the mantle they’d picked up at a flea market, a copper dragonfly riding a bicycle with a fruit basket attached to the front that Steve had fallen in love with once he saw it. ‘ I know things are difficult right now, but we’re going to get through it. We always do . . . don’t we ? ’

[thebabysittertm]

“I know that’s what happened, I’m just saying that power outages were all that happened afterwards. No bodies being found, no one going missing, no National Guard redirection or suspicious bank transfers from a branch of the government to anyone in Hawkins. It could have been a blip, or a mini-time loop, or one of your friends trying to reach out to their family the way that your friend Will did before everyone got snatched.” She shrugged. Taxes were always the way to find out where someone was or what they were doing — the reason for the paycheque might be fudged, but it would still be issued. Catching Capone on taxes had made a lot of organizations change the way they paid their people off the books.

No one liked going through accounts more than Congress and the IRS.

“Okay.” Maria eyed Steve thoughtfully but didn’t say anything else. She could assume the thought process behind his refusal — what if the people he knew were dead? What if they weren’t? Forty years was a long time to be gone. It was a lifetime, and everyone would have to deal with that. Maria could understand why Steve didn’t want to deal with it just yet, if ever. For some of them, if they were still alive, it might be kinder to let them think that Steve had, in fact, died when he disappeared in the eighties.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, road trips are kind of my jam.” Trying to get a SHIELD jet for that without explaining why she needed it wasn’t worth the effort, honestly, and commercial flights were — well, terrible. “Indiana Pacers still haven’t won an NBA Championship, but hope springs eternal. Trust me, I’m a Cubs fan.”

ㅤHis jaw may have snapped shut, but it was a lot harder to close off his entire expression as she explained all of the things that hadn't happened along with the power outages, and given the possible causes for it. He squinted a little, distrustful but watching her closely like he expected a lie to suddenly appear, bold as day, or like something she said would just make everything make sense in on neat little moment. Obviously neither of those things were going to happen, or did, because that wasn't how the world worked and just because Steve had some trust issues with agencies didn't mean it was all just going to fall into his lap like that.

ㅤMaybe there wasn't actually anything funky going on there, anyway. Maybe SHIELD wasn't lying and neither was Maria. It was possible, and given how they'd been set up with the apartment building and identities and all, SHIELD was looking okay. SHIELD, and Maria Hill once she'd arrived on scene, had 'saved his life' from his first death back in the real world (which had really only been a short reprieve before the first of the monsters came), and though that initial few weeks had been terrifying and confusing in its own ways, the agency had been absolutely invaluable in giving them lives back. He just wished he could stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

ㅤThe problem with no new strangeness in Hawkins was that he and his friends were the only remaining link to the scary shit, and Steve still had a very strong link to the whole thing. Robin had flat out asked him if they were trying to talk him into being some kind of guinea pig or do anything weird, and he'd obviously said no, but once the thought was in his head, it was hard to get rid of it.

ㅤ"Okay, if you say that's all that happened, I guess. I just don't get why it'd be a constant thing for a few years and then just stop," he told her, clearly annoyed, but he knew as well as everyone else that he wasn't the scientist or the genius in the group. He missed the kids, which made him close his eyes and rub at his face, thoughts of them in their, what, 50s? "Yeah, I don't think I could really deal with seeing kids I drove to their first school dance in their 50s. That's older than my parents were."

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[invncibleiron]

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"Well, I did promise you a vacation.” Though this wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined it when he’d told her to ‘take time off.’ Tony threw a duffle down onto the floor of the cruise suite. Money had its perks--and in this case, the perk was that they Honey Moon Suite on the boat was almost as big as it would have been at a normal hotel. Money, however, couldn’t buy them a good alibi if they failed to play along with their own lie, so Tony had been able to buy them a room--under a credit card connected to false ID based on his Malaysian first name and Mother’s maiden name--but not two rooms if they were going to pass off being an innocent, perfectly normal couple on vacation. 

Which meant Tony would be sleeping on the floor. 

The true story of why they were there was a tad more complicated. “JARVIS, you with me buddy? What did you get on our friendly tourists?” He tapped his ear piece and then watched as the newest data filtered onto the HUD screen of his sunglasses. They’d gotten intel that a Hydra black market sale would be going down on this cruise of South East Asia. When Tony had run a few more scans on the proposed object in question--the Serpent Crown of unknown origin but very known ancient power--they’d found it was similar to the crown Doom had used to control the Midgard Serpent several months back, a fight that had taken all the Avengers together--and a lot of careful scheming--to win.

Wagering that whoever wanted the thing wasn’t just looking to accessorize, Tony and Maria had come to intervene in the sale. They had hoped to intercept the artifact before it took to the high seas--but things hadn’t exactly worked out that way. They had gotten the artifact, but they still had no idea who Hydra was planning to sell it to. Which was how they came to be here: dropping their stuff into their room before the ships’ “activities” started. Tony pulled the green, serpent ordained crown from the lining of his jacket, holding it up to the light, and then considered the map of the ship’s festivities in his other hand. “What do you know, the conga line starts at six.” 

[shcftingpieces]

Mystery Prompt Day 11 from the tea room server Prompt: It’s the first night of a brand new art exhibit, and the museum is throwing a gala to show off their new centerpiece — a ten inch sculpture encrusted with gems worth a staggering twenty million dollars. Security is top notch, but shortly after the appetizers start circulating, the lights go out for seventeen seconds. When they come back on, the statue is missing. @knowseverythingaboutyou​

Maria had suggested a dress for the gala, something befitting the wife of Remington Drake. Blair had of course shown up in something entirely different, navy blazer and loose blouse underneath that dipped low enough to distract if it shifted a certain way. Because when had Blair ever gone along with what Maria wanted. Half the fun was seeing the flash of frustration that Blair had come to know and fully enjoy. Perhaps on days when she was being overly honest, which weren’t many for the con woman, she’d admit to being attracted to the look as well. “I had told you you really should have come in the limo with me,” Blair said breezily, taking a sip of champagne. “Oh don’t worry it’s not coming out of the agency budget. I casually complained to Finnegan about ours being serviced and having to settle for something smaller for the gala and he graciously volunteered his for the night.” Blair looked particularly smug at the deft way she had guided the older gentleman who had become a regular client of theirs into offering up the transportation for the evening. She was waiting for Maria’s reply when the light’s cut out. Subconsciously she pressed in closer to Maria, not wanting to lose her in the dark, already on high alert. Blackouts didn’t just happen at events like this. “Something’s going on,” she mumbled like Maria didn’t already know that. 

It was barely restrained pandemonium when the lights came back on. A high-pitched scream above the concerned rumblings of a crowd not used to any inconvenience. The literal gem of the evening was gone - no sculpture to be found on the empty display in the middle of the room. The benefactor and museum curators were already in a tizzy when Blair decided to step in. “No cause of alarm,” she announced smoothly, sliding in to the area by deftly sidestepping security in a way only possible because she was a woman and not recognized as a threat. “The Drake agency will get to the bottom of this. My husband is currently elsewhere with pressing business, but I am certain he would offer his support and his ever competent associate Maria Hill is here to handle any investigation.” Blair gestured to Maria with a pleased expression so she could step in and do what she did best the actual investigative work. 

[storyofwhoiam]

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Donna chuckled at Maria's response, finding it endearing even if she tried to disguise that fact at least a little. She knew really though that Maria's presence alone was probably enough to pull her attention. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting from the other woman, but she was pretty sure that astronauts wasn't it. Donna doesn't refrain from an eyeroll at the comment about breaking into the White House.

"Don't worry," she grins at Maria's comment about how long they might be there, "I've not got too much more to do; Rome can wait for another day." She smiles, though her interest is clearly piqued by Maria's current book. "You should speak to Toby," she suggested, "his brother works for NASA." The Communications Direction himself might not have widely advertised his personal life, but Donna couldn't see him being bothered by Maria asking about it.

[shieldretired]

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                             STEVE PUFFS UP. "Maria, I don't want you nor need you to run background checks on guys I want to date," he tells her seriously. "I need to make my own experiences. If they're awful, well, then I'll find out sooner rather than later. And if they're nice, they don't need you to snoop through their financial records or browser history. Every guy is entitled to watch his porn in private without being judged for it." Besides, Steve is Captain America — he can take care of himself should one of the dudes decide to, like, stab him or something. And stuff like poison won't work, anyway. Whatever, he visibly perks up when Maria mentions the university course his charity date took during his college days. "Oh, that's great, we can talk about the latest exhibit at the MoMA. Wolfgang Tillman's to look without fear was spectacular; I had goosebumps the entire time I've been there."

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[ text ] do you also hear thunder outside? @knowseverythingaboutyou

[ ✉ msg ▸ the director ;D ] yeah i do [ ✉ msg ▸ the director ;D ] do you think it's thor's fault or an actual storm? [ ✉ msg ▸ the director ;D ] cause he was really sad last week and it rained for like two days

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“oh yeah, you look amazing.” she rolls her eyes, frowning at the smudges under his eyes. it took at lot to make him look tired, and this was... well, she wasn’t surprised it was bringing back bad memories for both of them. “that’s called an assistant, Brock, and it is in the budget — of course, all the tricky paperwork is still in your wheelhouse. which is about seventy percent of it, but hey, getting that thirty percent on someone else might just what you need.” Maria catches the water bottle easily, perching on the corner of his desk. “time difference. have some video conferences starting at nine — greenwich mean time.” she’d grabbed a few hours on the couch in her office. “keep swearing, I’ll invite you to come with me.”

' yeah well th' last time I asked about an assistant, I was told that no one could get a high enough clearance t' assist with that kind of paperwork, so unless that's changed significantly, I'm up a shit creek on that one, ' he offers with a tired smirk. still, it's not a bad idea & he's not against asking again - though this time it might come off as more of a demand. he's tired & there's only so many hours in a day to do what he does best. ' sounds great, who are we meeting, ' the STRIKE commander deadpans as he reaches over to pop the cap on coffee that's still miraculously hot & take a long pull from the thermos. ' and can they increase out funding for the grunt work or do I not have t' pretend to be decent for this? '

[lostsouldier]

@knowseverythingaboutyou from the starter call 🤍

Piano notes float around the air to no particular melody, chatter and laughter bounce off the walls, ricocheting off the holiday decorations that fills the apartment. Bucky warms his hand on a mug of mulled beer, surprised by how good it actually tasted considering Steve was involved in it's creation. Nothing against his best friend, but for a military guy, he was pretty bad at following rules and recipe sheets were no exception. Still --- a year or so of playing happy family must have domesticated him somewhat. He makes his way over to Maria, standing by the counter of snacks. It also has a good view of the keyboard, where Rebecca is currently sitting with Eva in her lap, attempting to teach her Frosty the Snowman. The stagnated notes somehow add to the atmosphere. ' First time at one of Steve and Nat's shindigs? ' he asks, tucking his glass under his arm to pick up a cranberry puff. It was Clint's first time too, but he'd already gotten stuck in with Natasha; Bucky wasn't exactly worried about Clint's ability to fit in or make friends --- not with this crowd anyway.

[starsinshadows]

@knowseverythingaboutyou​ went on the wrong date...           [ sms ]: this date is going horribly, can you call me so i can leave? (steve)

     Glancing down at his phone, Steve was fully prepared for Robin to be literally texting him from the next room over when she could have easily just yelled - which she did often. He was a little surprised that it was his cousin, but then, also not. He’d definitely told her so.       [ sms ]: that’s cause you didn’t go out with matt. how dramatic are you wanting?

[withoutawar]

@knowseverythingaboutyou : “ you never know what might happen if you put yourself out there. ”

' Is that a threat ? '