#like Fitz has motivation to join his brother now

[tangents-from-an-awkward-void]

Keeper of the Lost Cities AU, dubbed Fire!AU, where Telepathy is actually forbidden and Pyrokinetics is like the Elves' golden child.

Somewhere along the way, there was a devastating telepathic accident and so it was forbidden.

(Bonus points if one of the Councillors, who's both a polyglot and telepathic, secretly uses their telepathy for the council so they can stay on the Council. I'm not saying the Council would do this, but I'm not saying it's not a possibility.)

Basically, what if Sophie was a Pyrokinetic due to the Black Swan realizing that would be helpful for herself and maybe or maybe not still being a Telepath.

[hiswhiteknight]

Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 5

Summary:  Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 2000

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obviously fighting and such

 You were woken up by a bolt, Mrs. Fitz barged in and woke you up. She had to you stripped into your nakedness, dressing you in appropriate garb, freezing you as she washed you up. She would make comments like, “You’ve got lovely hair and strong frame.” Or “you’ll make a lucky wife for some lad.”

You didn’t eye roll the comment because she was so extremely kind and lovely. Mostly you stayed quiet and listened to her speak about a gathering and how nice it is to have you to help with the injuries and ailments. You thought about the rocks and getting back to your time, where you were slightly less likely to die due to being an outspoken woman. You remember the woman from the rocks and what she said, “Enjoy your adventure, lass.” Your gut told you, you would get back there by fate or at least you could buy time to plan a better escape than something you could throw together in the next few days or even weeks.

You were waiting to be called to the laird, Mrs. Fitz guided you down to an area where you recognized as some medicine, healer space. You spent your time learning and reading from the books. If you were going to be convincing person with healing, you’ve got to read some stuff. You tried to go back into your memory searching for the information you learned from the states and some information you could read from the books. You were far from a medic in anyway. When you first met with the Laird, he was kind and didn’t question you as harshly as you thought he would, considering I was a stranger or a spy. The US government would not take too kindly to a stranger like myself in my time.

Most of the time you read up and explored the grounds and customs. You truly kept to yourself, trying to learn the best you could, especially considering you were not an expert level medic like your brother, he was the MacGyver doctor of the group. The first day you ate in the kitchen with Mrs. Fitz, trying to help around the kitchen. This seemed more manageable than medicine for now. The next day, your mind wondered to Jamie more so than the day before.

Honestly, it’s hard to keep the man out of your head. The first initial day my mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out how to survive in this time till I can find my way home. But now my interest in Jamie was more towards the fact that he felt like your only friend at this time and you didn’t want him to get sick and die of infection, “Mrs. Fitz,” she looked back at you after helping with breakfast, “Do you know where Jamie’s been, thought I would have seen him around more?”

“He spends his time by the stables, top of the meadow, towards the east, why?”

“I should look after his arm, change some of his bandages, and maybe I can bring him lunch,” you said, skeptically. Everything you said, you were cautious in offending the culture here. Honestly, it’s the way you felt when traveling around the world, always apologizing, and choosing to say nothing incase you offend something which you no nothing about.

She smiled at you, “Of course you do lass, I’ve seen you working down there. You’ll see the stuff you need over there.”

“Thank you, you are a true angel,” she continued to work as she smiled, “Oh I thought I might take some extra food for Dougal’s men who have been following me. Thought they might get hungry.”

Shaking her head, “Yeah, though your treating them much kinder than they have been treating you.”

Answering her comment with a smirk, you shrug, “You’re making it harder to want to be nice Mrs. Fitz.”

“You’ve got a kind soul dear, that’s all I’m saying,” she mused at you before shooing you away to complete your business, “Also Las, the laird will want you to join the feast tonight as his guest.”

This cautioned your step, this would be his time to question your motives – the good cop, “Yes Mrs. Fitz, I’d love too. I guess I’m done hiding in your kitchen.”

“That you are my dear,” she smiled at you before you trotted away to get some things you need.

 On your way over, you noticed your guard for the day. For the most part, you tried to ignore the pair. You would have done the same if you were in their shoes. You saw Jamie working a horse as it trots around him. It was strange to think of this time being so similar to how it’s still done today. Jamie had a glow to him, something you really couldn’t describe, not that you’d act on it. You’re not known to act on your attraction or even think about romantic feelings – you’re about everything else. Here was the first time since you were a teenager that you felt a spark of a crush added with a tad bit of annoyance.

It was unfortunate that you were so focused on Jamie’s glow that you trip on a divot in the ground and clobbered over making a strange noise of shock, some curses, and a clang from your basket. This spooked the horse, which nearly injured Jamie. You could hear his Gaelic curses before double taking the sight of you on the ground, “Dear me, I’m sorry,” you yelled in his direction, standing up on your knees trying to dust off your hands.

He tried to hold back his laughter, pulling his sling away from his body and bouncing over to help you up and gathered your things, “She’s just a girl with spirits, that’s all. It’s always a good thing. What can I do for you Y/N?”

“I haven’t seen you in the past day, thought I’d bring you some food and change those bandages,” you said to him, noticing how difficult it is to keep eye contact with him, especially with him holding your hand and you suddenly feeling shy again.

He nodded, looking around, “Let’s head over here, I suspect it’s going to rain soon.”

When he showed you where you were going, you both sat in silence as you checked his wound. It seemed to be healing nicely and that’s when the rain started, “I love the rain.”

“You’re in luck, you’ll be getting that a lot here,” he smirked at you, “Doesn’t it rain where you’re from?”

You continued to focus on wrapping back his wound in clean bandages and the conversation is making it easier to ignore your attraction towards him, “Of course, but I’ve travelled all over for a long time, so rain doesn’t always happen in some areas.”

“Aye, makes sense,” he said, “I imagine everything is healing nicely.”

You nod, as you pat his leg to say he could put his shirt fully back on. You started to lay out the food and you just watched him. You weren’t surprised how much he ate with out much work he had to be doing. Something sparked Jamie to tell you some tales of his times before this moment and you just listened. He told you about his family, especially in relation to his uncles, which made you understand it a bit more. This young man before you had been through his share of trauma and he still sits in front of you fully conscious and thriving. He was a wonder and refreshing. He didn’t hide anything; this was him take it or leave it. He started to get ready to start work again, “You didn’t have to tell me all that, you know. I could be a traitor, a spy even. Maybe I could get money for your head and run away from here.”

He chuckled, smirking down at you before squatting next to you, “That you could, Deoiridh,” he tapped your chin, “Guess I decided to trust ye instead.” He stood up, reaching his hand down to help you up as well, “Best be getting back to work. Thank you for bring me some food and taking care of this,” he touched his shoulder. You could see the stable hand heading in your direction, “You’re a good listener. Also, I hope you’ll start talking about yourself. You’re a mystery.”

You smirk, “Better to use to my advantage later, especially if you even try to pick me up like that again.”

Shaking his head, “I won’t make any promises,” he grinned at you before getting back to his work exchanging some words with a man he worked with.

 You passed by one of Dougal’s men, passing him a basket of food, “Come on good sir, let’s head back to the castle before you switch with Angus, you are far more charming.”

He was in shock and had to skip to catch up to you, taking a bite of an apple. For Dinner, you sat next to the laird being introduced to his family and endured his questions. He continued to try to get you to drink more or catch you in some sort of lie, but you remained calm and answered some of the storyline you have come up with over the past few days. Though he and Dougal didn’t seem convinced, you were in better footing already.

Over the next few days, you got to know the people. Dougal would watch you interact with the children and teaching some of the boys and girls how to fight properly with swords and fists. Medicine was becoming something you were doing your best to learn, but this was your expertise.

Besides that, you kept yourself small as possible until the night of the hall where people gathered to discuss disputes. You stood close to Mrs. Fitz and she translated some of the conflicts being bestowed in front of you. You heard a gasp next to you as Mrs. Fitz held onto your arm, “That’s my granddaughter.” She explained the best she could about what was being said.

“Punished,” you questioned, “She’s a young lady, a girl,” you say, “What would he have them do,” you questioned, trying to understand the barbaric concept. You looked at the pretty girl, noticing her delicate features and small frame. This girl could not take much punishment from what you could tell.

“Whipped,” you barley heard her whisper.

Without thinking you look at her and say, “Like hell.” You barged your way in the center, hearing nearly everyone gasp and a flame of anger hit both Mackenzie’s eyes, “Pardon me, my laird,” you didn’t understand a lot of the customs, but after talking to Mrs. Fitz and some of the children, you know some of the concepts of this ritual, “I don’t mean any disrespect, but I’m to understand I could volunteer to take the girls punishment.”

The father began to yell and get aggressive, you made eye contact with a desperate and scared Mrs. Fitz.

There is a giant pause and skepticism soared between the pair of gentlemen in front of you, “I’m trying my best to fit in here, as your guest, and it’s only fair that I show my respect for your people. This is but a young girl, I can volunteer myself, please.”

Dougal looked fairly enraged, but there was a different spark in Colum’s eyes. Before either of them could speak, Jamie spoke in Gaelic, something that made the crowd laugh, which you suspected to be at your expense. He spoke directly to the laird, which got interrupted by the father again. Dougal whispered something to Colum, “As I appreciate you trying to respect our culture Mistress O’Mulligain, I will ask you to have a sit back where you came.”

You were about to protest, particularly with Jamie’s injury, but the look he gave you told him not to push it. You wanted to be sick, as well kick the crap out of Jamie. You stood next to Mrs. Fitz, putting your arm around her shoulder, and holding her tight. Colum spoke directly to Jamie next, which I understood to show he accepted his terms.

It made you sick watching the cheap moves from his uncle’s lackey. You were bubbling so hot that steam was exploding out of your ears. You watched him limp way and you made your way to give him a piece of your mind.

PART 6

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[shannygoatgruff]

My Brother’s Keeper - Chapter X

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Ivar X Modern Hvitserk

Rating: MA

Overall Warning:  Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.  

Chapter Warning: Coercion. Crazy people, being crazy. Dark thoughts.

Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other.  Boys will be boys…

Chapter X

I'm usually pretty excited when Ivar and I start making plans to go out, but there's something about this that's making me nervous.  Normally, after we find a location, we hang out somewhere and let whatever happens, happen. We don't make definite plans and we damn sure don’t pre-select our guests. We just leave the house and let the rest fall into place.

But this? This is too methodical. There's way too much planning and strategy involved.  It almost feels sinister.

He's given me a lot to think about, sitting here all alone. By the time he resurfaces from the basement, I now have a thousand more questions and even more reservations. Even though we've been over it at least a dozen times, I still don't totally get it.  

If I’m being honest, I like that spur of the moment feeling we have when we're scouting.  The most forethought we've ever given to any night is where we're going to the deed. Once we find cool people to hang out with and get them back to our place, the sky's the limit. But today, he actually wants to make a plan? 

What the hell?  When did this become so involved? This is supposed to be a hobby, just something to do for fun.  Ives is turning this into a full-time job.

I don't even wait for him to sit back down before I feel my lips moving. "But there are two of them. How are supposed to get both of them to come?" I need him to explain this to me like I'm a six-year-old because it's not sinking in.  Why does this make so much sense to him?  I know having to constantly explain it to me has to be getting on his nerves. But, if it is, he hasn't said anything, yet.  He's still being so patient with me.

His large hand gently cups mine and he squeezes it for added assurance. "Serk-ky. You trust me, right?" He never needs to ask that question. I trust Ivar with my life. Hell, I trust him more than I trust myself. Watching me nod, his face softens. "This will work."

"But what about the choice? We always give them a choice." I don't mean to rain on his parade, but we follow this set of unspoken rules: we don't go out partying without each other and we don't force anybody to do anything they don't want to do. That's why this feels like coercion. Of course, I can't tell him that. He'll say that I've been watching too much TV and that real life doesn't work that way. Of course, he's right...he's always right.  

I'm just being paranoid, as usual.  

Ivar considers my question as he stands. He's not angry, in fact, he seems pleased. "Come here." I don't ask him why instead I join him at the back door and lookout. "You see that?"

I look out at another warm Fall day, and my eyes land on pure beauty. All she's doing is watering her lawn, but there's something about the way she does it that has me transfixed.  I can feel myself starting to salivate and I have to run my hand over my mouth stop myself from visibly drooling.

"She's the one. Just look at her." There is grace in the way she flings her hair over her shoulder. Even as she slips her feet back into her UGG slippers, leaving only her heels and that ankle bracelet visible to me, I have to restrain myself from barging out of that door and taking her. "Look at how she holds the water hose. So delicately, so gently. You see the water around her ankles? Notice how each droplet slowly slides down her foot, how it caresses her skin? That could be sweat. That could be your sweat dripping down her legs. You wanna see that don't you?"

Why was I uneasy about this plan? This idea is seeming better and better all the time.  I think I get it now, Ivar just pointed out to me what my real motivation should be. I can't believe I was willing to forgo this beautiful creature because I suddenly got cold feet. Variety is the spice of life, right?  It's okay to switch up a plan every once in a while, especially if she's going to be my payoff. 

I can't take my eyes off of her. I want her. "I wonder what she smells like."

"Fear." Just the feeling of Ivar's breath on my neck as he whispers to me makes me groan. God. Do we have to wait? Why can't we just invite her over now? "And imagine what she tastes like."

It's almost too much to take. This woman is the most sensual thing I've ever laid eyes on. I could devour her right now, in broad daylight, and not think twice about it. Before I realize it, one of his hands is on mine and his grip is pulling it off of the door handle. His other arm is around my waist and I can feel him tightening his hold around me. Never before has the need been this severe. If he hadn't been here, I would have gone outside. 

Just that quickly, I lost control.

The sound of my moaning gets her attention and suddenly the spray from the hose stops. She's looking at us. Those big, bright eyes are fixed right on me and she smiles. She wants me, just as much as I want her. Her smile makes me smile. I know I must look like an idiot standing in the doorway grinning at this beautiful ball of innocence, but I'm entranced.

As soon as I see her hand come up in a wave, I don't know what to do. They always make contact with Ivar first, not with me, but from his position behind me, I don't think she can see him. What the fuck am I supposed to do?  

Out of instinct, I look over at him for help. I'm not good with personal interactions with them. I can't talk to them until they're tied up and filled with fear. Until I have the upper hand, the ones I need, scare the shit out of me. "What do I do?" I try to keep my lips as still as possible as I ask him the stupidest question on earth.

There's mirth in his voice, but his hand gently kneads the back of my neck to calm me. "Wave back."  His voice is gentle and low as he coaxes me through this extremely awkward interaction.  

Why didn't I think of that? God, this fucking stupid. But with that simple gesture, she sits the hose on the grass and walks across her lawn to ours. Now standing at the bottom of our stairs, she looks up at me and I swear my breath catches in my throat.  "Hi,"  I can't believe she spoke. Her voice is beautiful. Even if she screamed I wouldn't mind, it's so angelic.

I can feel Ivar's hand tightening around the back of my neck, silently encouraging me to speak to her. "Hey." I don't have a problem talking to Thora or my brother, for that matter, but everybody else? I'm not good at it, like he is. This is why he's the front-man. This is why he makes the introductions because he's charismatic. I'm awkward. I'm nervous.  I'm all unsure of myself. Hell, I'd be scared of me.

"Were the cookies from you?" She places one foot on the bottom step and rests her weight on her opposite leg. Her yoga pants accentuate her toned legs as she balances her weight on that leg.

Shaking my head, I cut my eyes to Ivar to get some direction. "Tell her, yes." My Cyrano de Bergerac. He's now concealed himself in the shadow created by the back door. Quietly coaching me, he's going to make sure we get her.

After shaking my head no, I suddenly start to nod. The confusion dances on her face and quickly turns into a wide smile followed by a giggle. "Well, which is it? Yes or no?" Please don't laugh at me. I don't like when people laugh at me. But, if I stand a chance at having her, I can't tell her or it'll scare her away.

"Both," I stammer. "He baked 'em." She doesn't say anything, but I know she doesn't have a clue what the fuck I'm talking about. I don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about. I can see the question dance in her beautiful eyes. "M-my brother. I um…I helped. Ate mostly…b-but, yeah. I helped."

Nodding in understanding, she places one hand on her elevated leg to swat at a fly. "Tell him, thank you. They were delicious." The sound of the car approaching makes her turn her head and by the time it turns back to me, she's grinning from ear to ear.

"Invite them out tomorrow night." I don't want to. This is his thing. I find them, he gets them. But for some reason, he's not doing his part. Ivar's changing the rules and I don't know what to do about it. "Trust me, Serk. You're doing fine," his whisper is still so calm and soothing.

I look past her, at the car now pulling into her parking pad. A large man with muscular arms leans out of the window and smiles. I don't say anything as he gets out of the car and starts to walk to where she's standing. She's just as fascinated by him as I am. He's so much bigger than me, so much stronger. But even being as built as he is, he gently slips an arm around her waist and looks up at me with clear eyes and gives me a smile that rivals hers. My attention is split between them. A second ago I didn't think I could want anything or anyone more than I want her. Now I'm not so sure. 

I can almost taste them both.

With her, it's about her beauty. Him? It's about his strength. I know I need to feed the feeling in me. But it's more than that with them. I want to take a piece of them and it has nothing to do with the twisting and churning in my stomach. They would fill a piece of my soul.

"Honey, um…" She looks at me with hopeful eyes and I draw a complete blank.

Ivar's chuckle is almost audible to them, but he keeps his voice just low enough that only I can hear it. "Tell her your name."

For as much as I'm salivating, my tongue feels dry and too large for my mouth. My palms are sweaty and I'm shaking.  “Um, you can just call me, Fitz.”

Her smile makes the dizziness go away. "Fitz and his brother made the cookies." She leans back against his chest and bats her happy eyes at me. There are so many things I want to see in those eyes. I want to see what they look like when she's afraid. I want to see my reflection in them while I'm on top of her. I want to see tears pooled inside of them. Maybe when we're done I'll ask Ivar to save them for me. I swear I could look at those eyes forever.

"Thanks, man. That was really decent of you." He leans down and places a kiss on her neck. He's in control. I can tell because she looks at him like I look at Ivar. I can't wait to have that control over both of them. "My wife was nervous about moving out here, and not knowing anyone... especially since I work all the time. But those cookies made her feel at home." He squeezes her tighter and looks up at me.

"Now." I hear Ivar's voice and I feel unsteady on my feet. His hand on the small of my back helps me keep my balance. Maybe I could talk if my heart was pounding like it is.

All I can muster is nod. And he nods back before taking her hand and leading her back across the way to their house. "Hey?" I bark the question still not knowing where my voice is coming from. My eyes close on their own because I don't want to see that look on their faces when I fuck this up. "Would you, um…tomorrow…want to go out? Drinks…no, uh…party. Show you some cool things we, um, we like to do here?" Shit. I feel like an idiot. Why couldn't Ivar do this? He knows what he's doing. I, on the other hand, am fucking this up.

If Ivar's hand wasn't on my back I swear I would turn and close the door in their faces. I want them but I can't take the rejection. The flashes of light are starting again. I'm getting sick.

"That sounds like fun. Around nine?" Her sweet voice saves off my nausea. Nodding in confirmation she flashes that smile at me and I see his face light up because she's happy. As they head back to the safety of their house, I can finally breathe.

As soon as I close the door the tears start in my eyes and Ivar's arms are around me. "I'm so proud of you."  His smile lights up his entire face, and he has the brightest glimmer in his eyes.

"Why?"

His fingertips wipe the tears that escape before he lovingly strokes my cheek. "Because you needed your confidence back." He's so sure of me. I can't disappoint him. I don't want to disappoint him. And more importantly, I don't want to disappoint myself.

"I want them."

"And you can have them. They're yours, baby. Anything you want; it's yours." He's right. Ivar just gift-wrapped them for me. Tomorrow will be a night that we will never forget. It's my first time stepping into the spotlight and I have to admit, I'm a little excited about that feeling. It was scary as hell, but I did it. If I could feel this good with that one triumph, I can't even imagine what tomorrow will bring.

I need to get ready - it's party time.

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[winchesterbrotherstan]

Agents of Shield- 0-8-4

Pairing: Leo Fitz x Violet Ward (OC)

Summary: The gang finds a strange object in a South American cave, Grant and Violet mentally vibe, Violet gets shot, the side of the plane blows up!

Warnings: cursing, shoot-out, angry rebels, gunshot wound

Word Count:  11297 (she sorta long eek)

“S.H.I.E.L.D. 6-1-6, you have course confirmation. You are cleared direct to the Slingshot.” An agent’s voice came over the speakers. “Agent Coulson, everything all right up there? We heard you had a little dustup on the ground.”

“Yeah, we’re all good. It’s gonna be blue skies from here on out.” He replied shortly.

Then the side of the plane blew open, and wind rushed in, sucking things out and leaving Coulson clinging to the pole and struggling to hang on.

                                              19 HOURS EARLIER

I helped Skye take her last bag out of her van before she hopped out, dressed in a cute red dress with leather boots. I pulled the sleeves of Fitz’s green sweater down to my fingers as I lifted a bag for her and she took out a box.

“Hey!” She called to the agent who came to take her van. “No joy rides, okay? That’s my house.” She mumbled the last part.

“No worries.” He laughed and placed a gadget on it to turn the engine on.

She scoffed. “Where do they think of this stuff?” She smiled at me.

We walked up the ramp as it closed behind us. Jemma gave her a cheery welcome as we passed the lab. Fitz was hyperfocused on what seemed to be the dendrotoxin in the night-night gun. 

“Agent Coulson told us the news!” Jemma came with a smile. “What a wonderful surprise!”

Fitz followed her, hands fisted on his hips. He eyed me in his sweater, and his eyebrows shot up before he became stoic again as Jemma spoke.

“Isn’t it, Fitz?”

“Yes, what a surprise.” He nodded with a false smile, obviously disgruntled.

“No, it’s wonderful, you must be very excited!” Jemma cut him off.

“Yep, first day of school.”

“Alright, Jem, you can be best friends later. Come on, Skye.” I grinned at Jemma.

We walked up to the main floor, where I showed her the extra room.

“Do you guys just plan on having consults?” She asked, placing the box down on her bed with a laugh.

“No, I don’t think so. This was supposed to be my bedroom.” I placed the bag down on the bed.

“What happened, you bunk with big brother now?” She quirked an eyebrow playfully.

I tilted my head. “Agent Coulson tell you?”

“No. He mentioned it when he was under that truth serum. Is that real by the way? Because he said some real weird stuff. It was kinda freaky.”

“Uh, no. Truth serum isn’t real.” I squinted. “What kinda stuff?”

“Called your grandmother Gramzy.” She chuckled.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s good at lying.” I sighed.

She noticed the tension that came with the mention of Grant’s behavior and what he said.

“So. If you’re not sleeping here, and you’re not with your brother, where?” She sat on the bed and patted it.

I took the spot next to her. “Fitz and I share a bedroom. Coulson told us to take the bigger one, because we apparently ‘live stuck to each other’s hips anyways’.” I put quotes around that, rolling my eyes. “That, and he said he’ll probably spend most nights in his office anyways.” I smiled.

“You share a bedroom? Scandalous!” She giggled.

I chuckled. This was typical. Coulson had told me to gain her trust, get in her head. She was about my age, and I could probably read her fairly easily.

“We’ve been together for a few years now. We met at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. He’s the best.” I grinned.

Yes, I was playing a role, but anything I said about Fitz was bound to be genuine. I loved him with all my heart, and there was no easy way to lie about that.

“Cute, cute. How long exactly?”

“Uh well we met when we were like fifteen and sixteen, and we started dating when he turned eighteen, so like eight years.” I smiled.

“Aw! So, what does big brother think? About you dating the nerdy tech guy?” She wrinkled her nose, obviously joking.

“It’s uh… complicated. But I don’t really care what he thinks.” I shrugged, picking up the lag and closing the awkward gap. “Fitz is great, and I love him.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!”

I smiled, blushing. “Alright, come on. I’ll show you around.”

“So what exactly is this place?” She asked, following me through the halls.

“Officially, it’s an airborne mobile command station but we call it the Bus.” I saw Fitz-Simmons coming up the steps, joining us.

Fitz caught my hand in his immediately, falling into step with me. “Yeah, we find it best to use shorthand when in the field. But everything has to be just so, you know, because of the danger.” He seemed intent on scaring her.

I squeezed his hand and pulled on his arm, shooting him a look. He got the message that he was going to ruin Coulson’s plan and shut up, pouting like a child.

“Yeah, I’ve been up here before, but I didn’t see much because of the bag that Agent Ward put over my head.”

“Yes, so sorry about that.” Jemma smiled apologetically.

Skye turned to me, stopping in her tracks. “How do you handle that, by the way? Since there’s two of you?”

“Oh, everyone just calls me Violet.”

“Oh, that’s such a pretty name!” She took the water bottle Jemma offered.

Before I could reply, May came over the comms. “Wheels up in two. Lock it or lose it.”

“What’s that mean?” Skye looked at me with wide eyes.

“No backing out now.” Fitz smirked.

I glared at him very obviously before turning back to Skye with a reassuring smile. “Just means we should pack up your stuff before taking off so it doesn’t go everywhere. Come on.”

She started back toward her bunk and Fitz pulled me back by the arm.

“What is it? Why do you keep trying to scare her off?” I hissed in a hushed voice.

“I just don’t like new people is all. You know this. Come to our bunk once you’re done helping Skye, yeah?”

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. “Fine.”

He broke into a grin and leaned in to kiss my cheek before walking off. I rolled my eyes again, this time smiling. I went back to Skye, only to see Grant rapidly approaching her door. I cleared my throat and basically took a hop toward her door, leaning against the doorframe. Grant glared at me and knocked on her open door.

“Hey, I just shoved my bags into the drawers. I’ll unpack later.” She smiled at me and then turned to my brother, “Hey! I know we didn’t really-”

“You might wanna read that. This isn’t like other planes.” He shoved a paper in her hands and stalked off.

“Sorry about him. He’s got, uh, social issues.” I offered an apology.

“You could say that again.” She unfolded the paper, and I could now see that it was the layout and emergency exits for the Bus.

“Say what again?” Coulson approached now.

“Sweet ride.” Skye grinned at him.

“I earned a little goodwill from Director Fury when I got hit right before the Battle of New York.” He was referring to the Chitauri invasion that took place a year back, led by Loki Laufeyson and stopped by the Avengers.

“You took a bullet?” She asked, tossing the pamphlet aside.

“Ish.” Coulson said, and I turned tail and left.

I hated to hear his recounting of how Loki had stabbed him through the heart. Coulson believed that he had surgery and then was given a vacation in Tahiti. Only a few agents knew what had really happened, and we all had to pretend we didn’t. I passed Grant, perched on one of the bar stools.

“Violet.” He caught my attention.

I froze, plastered a smile on my face, and turned on my heel. “What’s up, Grant?”

“Come here for a minute.” He made a grabby hand.

I squared my shoulders as I padded over to sit next to him. He took a sip of his water before turning to me, eyes squinted.

“Why’s he bringing Skye?”

“She’s a fresh pair of eyes.” I spat out.

“Why’s he trusting her?” He fired.

“He’s got a plan.”

“What sort of plan?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you, Grant.” I smiled.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. This was an interrogation, and we both knew it. His face read a mixture of frustration and pride.

Give me the answers I want.

It was like I could hear him in my head.

Give up, Grant. I narrowed my eyes.

He wanted answers, but he was also glad to see I wasn’t easy to give them up. He switched subjects.

“You and Fitz. What is that? Friends with benefits? Are you guys secretly married, or—”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“How old is he?” A silent he looks twelve followed, and I felt a small sense of relief at being able to read his facial expressions.

“Twenty six.”

“Is he good to you?” It didn’t seem to be coming from genuine brotherly concern, but some ulterior motive.

“Always.”

“How long have you been a thing?” His head tilted.

“Eight years.” I didn’t have to do the math again.

“Has he ever hurt you?”

“If you count shooting me in the forehead with a NERF gun, then sure.”

I got an eye roll. “How about emotionally?”

“Not on purpose.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“The academy.”

“Have you guys ever done anything physical?”

I leaned in with a scowl. “None of your business, dad.”

A pause.

“Why are you with him?”

“How many reasons do you want?” I tilted my head.

“First one that comes to mind.”

“He’s cute.”

“Wow, anything less shallow?” He recoiled.

“He’s smart. Funny, makes me laugh, makes sure I’m okay, takes care of me, doesn’t make me feel stupid-”

“Okay, I got the message.” He put his hands up, but I had already set up the kill.

“Oh, and he’s always there for me. Real supportive too.” I sat up straight.

I watched his face change as he gulped and looked down. That was a hit that had hurt, and it was intentional.

Jesus, Vi. You didn’t have to go there.

I didn’t expect Grant to tell me everything. I didn’t expect a written biography or complete transparency. But I had expected him not to lie to my face and act like I wouldn’t figure out. I had expected for him to support my choices, even ones as simple as I like Fitz and I’m dating him.

I met his glance with arched eyebrows.

I wanted to.

“Any more questions?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Great! I’ll see you in a bit.” I walked past him with a slap to the shoulder, my confident facade falling once I was in the safety of my room with the door shut.

“Darling? You alright?” He was sitting in the arm chair, already buckled up for the take off.

I felt tears cloud my vision as I swallowed hard.

“Come here.” He began to unbuckle himself, but I looked up and shook my head.

The plane lights flickered and there was a beep. I rushed to Fitz, falling into his lap as he wrapped his arms around me, a hand in my hair and the other around my legs, holding me against him. The take off only lasted a few minutes, and by then I had cried myself to calmness. Fitz’s white shirt now had tear stains on it, and the collar of his green flannel was a tad wet, but he didn’t care.

“Talk to me, Vi.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and cradled me in his arms as he laid me down on the bed and sat next to me, kicking his shoes off.

I only climbed back into his lap with my head against his shoulder and he leaned against the wall, sighing. I wasn’t crying anymore, but I didn’t know how to say what I wanted to. He pulled his arms around me, pressing kisses to my forehead.

“He’s different. He’s so different.” I finally croaked.

“What happened?” He angled his head down to look me in the eyes.

I shifted, sitting up to face him.

“He was asking all these questions about Skye, an-and then about you and I just- I… He got so … pissy? God no, that’s not the word. I don’t even think there is a word. He just got so-”

“Attackative?” He offered with a gentle smile.

“That is not a word.” I shook my head.

“No, it’s not. But it’s the word you need.” He shrugged. “What was he asking, darlin’?” He brushed my hair behind my ear.

I sighed. “Why Coulson was bringing Skye along, why we were trusting her.” I shook my head before meeting his gentle gaze.

“You don’t have to tell me the rest if you don’t want. I know it’s all delicate.” His eyebrows were furrowed.

I shook my head again. “He started to grill me.” I rolled my eyes. “About you. About us. But it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t ‘I’m your brother therefore I’m concerned about who you’re dating’, it-it was more of a ‘I wanna know all about your relationship so I can pick it apart’ interrogation type thing.”

Fitz sighed, “Darling, I’m sure he’s just trying to get to know you better. Maybe he’s out of practice. You know how field agents are. Especially specialists.”

“No, Leo. He’s wrong. He’s not who he used to be.” I sighed.

Fitz cupped my cheek. “Who was he before?”

I felt my heart crumble. “He was my brother before, Leo. He was just my brother, and now he’s some stupid heartless solider.”

                                                          ***

The brakes screeched as May slammed them. We had to fit six people in an SUV with five seats, which naturally ended with me sitting in Fitz’s lap. He opened the door and let me hop out before following suit, everyone but May piling out.

“Tire tracks forty meters back. I’ll check them against the site’s trucks, make sure we’re alone.” Grant spoke.

“Too much exposure here. I’m gonna find a place to park.” May looked around.

Fitz-Simmons unloaded their gear, and May pulled off. We looked around as animals chittered in the trees. Fitz pulled me from Grant’s side, holding my hand tightly. Jemma offered me a smile. Fitz must’ve mentioned Grant’s approach.

“I would love to see a capuchin in the wild. Maybe even a yellow-tailed woolly monkey. You know, um, Peru has thirty-two different species of monkey.” He spewed excitedly.

I loved to watch him geek out over technological things, but him geeking about monkeys was a whole new level. I personally didn’t like monkeys, because I was scared of them at a young age at zoos, but Fitz knew so much that it warmed my heart.

“Yeah, and over two hundred species of snakes! The shushupe has a fascinating ven-” She was forced to back up as Fitz pulled his suitcase from the rack attached to a van he bumped into. “Venom. It’s neurotoxic, proteolytic, and hemolytic!”

“Oh, that’s fascinating.” Fitz forced out, now nervous.

“Oh! No, I’d be much more worried about earthquakes, malaria-”

I cut her off with a hand to the back of Fitz’s neck to kill a pestering mosquito. She turned to us with a smile.

“Ah, there’s no vaccine for dengue fever.” She turned and gasped at the sight of the Peruvian ruins in front of us.

“Look at that.” I mumbled.

Before I had gotten into psychology, and eventually S.H.I.E.L.D., I had planned on becoming an archaeologist. My mother and father had bullied me out of it, but my love for it still held strong. Fitz-Simmons knew this, and watched with laughing smiles as I stared in awe.

“Come on, let’s get a picture!” Jemma pulled us onto the first step.

“No, no, guys-” I tried to get out of it, but Jemma posed on one side of me and Fitz trapped me on the other, grabbing my face and leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek as Jemma snapped a picture. I was smiling widely, but I couldn’t help it. I loved them both, and they knew it. Skye caught my eye from behind Coulson and grinned wide.

“Good morning, professor.” Coulson spoke to the archaeologist that came out of the ruins. “I’m Agent Coulson, with S.H.I.E.L.D.. I understand you’ve made an interesting discovery.”

The man sighed. “I-I’m not sure how to explain it. This temple dates back at least 500 years. It’s filled with pre-Incan artifacts. One of them is … impossible.” He gestured. “And looks like it might be dangerous.”

“Well, that’s why we’re here.” Coulson nodded with a smile as the man led us down.

It was just a stone opening with steps down to the temple floor, but I couldn’t stop staring, eyes darting from one spot to the next. I scanned the walls, fascinated by the engravings and pictures, ignoring the large cobwebs and imagining what this place was like in its prime.

“It’s there. Exactly as we found it.” He pointed at a silver and blue contraption stuck in the wall.

It reminded me vaguely of the tesseract.

“Who else knows about this?” Coulson rushed to it, eyes wide.

“Just the ministry. I believe they are the ones who contacted you.” The man explained.

Coulson asked the man to evacuate the site as Fitz-Simmons set up their equipment and drones. Skye and I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the walls.

“Leave the man alone.” Jemma scolded one of the drones that stood at the man’s face, smiling politely.

“Now. For your own safety.” Coulson ushered him away.

“There’s nothing about this anywhere. It’s amazing, I’ve searched every data stream. What have we got here, guys?” Skye got closer, putting a finger up to it.

“Whoa, car- uh, careful. I-I- no, wouldn’t do that.” Fitz stumbled over his words of warning.

Skye took his advice and took a step back.

“The object’s placement in fossiliferous rock formations suggests it’s been here for at least 1,500 years!” Jemma exclaimed.

For once, I understood what she was saying. “That predates this temple by a thousand years.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Ah! Maybe it’s alien!”

“Yeah, but the shape and the craftsmanship- it’s almost German.” Fitz looked up from his tablet.

“Sir?” Coulson’s radio crackled to life; it was Grant.

“Go.”

“We have a situation.” He grunted.

“Lots of rebels in this area.” Skye noted.

“Not enough gunfire.” I shook my head.

“Keep working. Violet, stay here, be vigilant.” He spoke into the radio. “I’m on my way.” He walked out and Fitz-Simmons picked up their pace.

“Why’d he make you stay here?” Skye asked me.

I pulled out my handgun and checked the safety. “‘Cause I’m the only one out of us four cleared for combat.”

“Are you seeing this? It’s alive.” Fitz spoke up.

“I’m sorry, did he just say that it’s alive?” Skye looked at me.

I shrugged. “Alien tech is weird.”

“It has a functioning power source.” Fitz explained.

“Sleepy’s reading radionuclides, but they don’t match any known isotope.” Jemma shook her head.

“I get temporal matches, but even then, they seem to shift. Is that even possible?” Fitz pulled his eyebrows together.

“Depends on the shifting of the temporal radio stuff, so…” Skye tried.

Fitz-Simmons only stared.

“It’s totally weird, right?” Skye gave a nervous laugh. “I’m gonna go check on Coulson.” She tried to slink past me.

“No, you’re not.” I caught her wrist.

“We’ve got company.” Grant popped through the opening, his radio in hand. “National police.”

“What?” Fitz-Simmons exclaimed.

“Why are they here?” I looked at him.

“They heard about this object, they’re probably here to protect it. This area has a lot of rebel uprisings.” Grant put his radio away.

“Yeah, people are fighting back against the government’s mining policies. It’s pretty kick-ass.” Skye scoffed.

 “Yeah, it’s kick-ass, all the violence.” Grant rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Skye argued.

“No, it’s what you’re typing. In your van, alone- where it’s safe.” Grant was taking a personal hit.

“Grant.” I warned.

“How much longer?” He turned to Fitz-Simmons.

“What’s the hurry?” Jemma groaned.

“Are we in danger?” Fitz looked straight up at me. 

“Not if everyone does their job.” Grant pulled his sidearm. “What is yours, exactly?” He looked to Skye.

There was a faint explosion from outside, and then gunfire. Grant perked up, gun still in hand. I grabbed Skye and pulled her between me and the wall, guarding her from the opening. The temple rumbled, and dust fell onto us.

“Sounds like they’re engaging with the rebels.” Grant shot me a look.

“Time to go.” I looked at Fitz-Simmons and they immediately called the drones back to pack them up.

“They’re coming for it, let’s move!” Grant shouted.

Skye went to help them pack, but Jemma ushered her away as politely as she could. “We need a containment case for the 0-8-4!” Jemma shouted.

“There’s no time.” Grant grunted.

“But it has a fluctuating power core, frequencies way above 10 exahertz!” Fitz yelled.

Grant and I looked at each other. He shrugged.

“Jacket.” I held my hand out and he rolled his eyes.

You’re not serious.

I jerked my hand out again.

Give me the jacket, dumbass.

He sighed before pulling it off and shoving it into my grip. I ran to the object, using his leather jacket like a glove and gripping it. I gave it a tug, but to no avail.

“Violet-”

“Shut up, Grant!” I placed my foot up on the wall and tugged again, this time with my body weight.

It came out with a crackle of the wall and more dust as the temple rumbled again.

“Violet!” Fitz shouted, and Jemma said something else, but I didn’t hear her.

“Let’s go!” Grant shouted, taking the object and shoving it into a duffle bag.

“I’ll lead, you pick up the rear!” He shouted, pulling the strap over his shoulders and putting his gun back up.

“You did not just pull that out of the wall! What is wrong with you? Do you two realize we do not know the amount of photon emissions coming out of this-”

I put my hand on Fitz’s chest and pushed, raising my eyebrows.

“Okay.” He put his hands up and filed behind Jemma and Skye, who was close behind Grant. “We just don’t know what’ll happen if it gets excited!”

“Stay close.” Grant ignored him.

They ran out, and Fitz hit his knee on the way out, letting out a groan. I bit back a smile at his clumsiness, urging him forward with my gun ready. The sunlight was blinding, and the gunfire was loud. Grant began to fire, but they returned it faster than the two of us could go.

“Get back!” I shouted, yanking Fitz by the bag, pushing Jemma and Skye back into the temple opening with him.

Grant was on one knee, shooting. I ducked behind him, his body covering most of my torso as I swept my gun over his head and fired.

“Cover me!” He shouted and stopped firing.

I shot an approaching rebel in the shoulder as Grant pulled something out of the pocket at my thigh, trying to twist around without losing the cover to my body. He pulled the thunderstick out and swung it, letting it go to full length.

“Grant, now!” I shouted.

He rolled over the steps as I fired again, scrambling back into the opening. Six hands yanked me in as Grant hit the button, and two pulled me into their chest as the explosion went off, leveling the rebels to the ground. We waited two seconds, and then were back on our feet. Grant pulled the thunderstick out of the floor and waved to me, backing up so he could cover Skye and Fitz-Simmons as they ran.

“Grant, 10:00!” I shouted, pointing my gun.

The rebel fired faster, but was blocked by our SUV, driven by none other than May. She opened the door and Grant shouted for us to get in. Jemma yanked the cases from Fitz’s hand and threw them into the backseat, helping Skye in. Grant bent down so I could easily jump onto his back. He straightened and I took another shot at the rebel, this time taking him down. I fumbled back onto my feet, and Jemma yanked me in, letting Fitz pull me into his lap, as she slammed the door shut. Grant got in and May hit the gas before his door was even closed.

May drove wildly, the car bumping and jerking. Skye shut her eyes tightly, and Simmon was clutching Grant’s seat from behind. My forehead bumped against Fitz’s, but we kept our noises to ourselves. I saw Grant turn around, trying to see the truck behind us.

Where the fuck is he?

“Coulson’s secure in PMP’s truck.” I told him, sensing his distress.

He nodded, turning back to May. “Take the south route to the airfield.” He ordered.

“Gotcha.” She swerved the truck and my head went backward to the window. Fitz grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me tightly against him, my forehead stuck to his neck.

“Slow down!” He shouted.

“You’re joking, right?” Skye yelled back.

“Ward, listen! We have to be careful! There’s a binding energy structure that could overheat!” He was frantic.

“I could roll down a window!” Jemma tried to help.

Bullets hit the side of the window, metal on metal making an awful screech. I leaned over and rolled the window back up.

“Do not roll down a window!” Skye shouted.

“Stay quiet and keep your head down!” Grant turned around, ordering over his shoulder like an angry parent. “Head left. The ravine empties.” He spoke to May.

She turned wordlessly, leaving the four of us in the backseat to tumble into elbows and knees.

“But Ward!” Fitz cried.

“Quiet!” Both Grant and I scolded, turning to face him.

“How fast can you have the wheels up?” Grant asked, hitting a button on the dash to open the cargo hold of the bus.

“Fast.” May replied, tires screeching as she braked hard on the ramp.

We scrambled out of the car, May barking an order for us to close the ramp. Grant got there first, smashing the button. Fitz and Jemma ducked out of the way, but Skye stood there, astonished.

“What are you doing? Coulson is still out there!”

“Get off the ramp, you’re in the line of fire.” He shoved her my way and I only bounced her off to Fitz-Simmons, who grabbed her by the legs and pulled her down.

Grant and I stood at the edge of the ramp, firing as best we could at the rebels without hitting Coulson or the other men. It took a few seconds to get them all loaded in, and it was enough for a bullet to skip by Grant and graze my shoulder. I cursed, gritting my teeth before shooting down the man that had hit me. In my focus to hit him, I took another one to the leg and crashed to the ground with a scream.

“Violet!” Grant shouted, not looking at me and not turning, but becoming stiff and shooting even faster.

The military men loaded in, followed by Coulson, as the ramp began to close. Grant ceased fire and holstered his gun, taking mine and lifting me in his arms, running past a questioning Coulson and to the lab, where Fitz-Simmons followed, clearing off a table.

“I’m fine!” I fussed, trying to get Grant off of me. I said it again, this time hitting him in the chest before pointing to the black duffle bag on the floor by the doors. “Focus on the 0-8-4, I’ll be okay.” I clutched my shoulder.

“I can start patching her up.” Jemma gently pushed him aside, helping me pull Fitz’s green sweater off and cutting the leg of my jeans.

He sighed. “Fine. Fitz, what was the problem?”

Fitz only stared at me, concerned as his lips twitched and no words left his mouth, only a tiny gasp.

“Leo, I’m okay. What was the problem?” I tugged the free scraps of jeans off, exposing the wound that was bleeding and gross.

He snapped out of it, “As I said before, this device has a high-frequency, fluctuating, sub-material compression-”

“Fitz. In English.” Grant cut him off angrily.

Jemma quickly cleaned my arm and wrapped it. It didn’t hurt as much as my leg did.

“The 0-8-4 is fueled by tesseract technology.” He gestured. “Hydra. World War II. Captain America. It’s full of lethal amounts of gamma radiation.”

I let out a gasp as Jemma pulled the bullet out of my leg with forceps.

“Tesseract. S-s-so, you’re saying it’s worse than nuclear?” I grunted through my sentence, trying to focus on anything but the burning sensation in my thigh.

Fitz only nodded, and everyone took a step away from the bag. Grant came to my side, pulling my matted hair away from my forehead.

“You touched it.” He scolded, sitting behind me to hold my shoulders steady.

Please don’t make me lose you.

“With your jacket. I’m fine.” I wheezed, feeling light-headed.

I’ll be okay, you won’t lose me.

“She’s lost a lot of blood, Ward.” Jemma’s voice was strained as she cleaned the wound again, and it felt like she was sticking a drill into my leg.

My chest tightened and I pushed back, my head thumping against Grant’s chest as he grabbed my shoulders, countering my force. “We’re the same blood type.” He yanked a sleeve up as soon as I stopped squirming.

“Can’t you guys get her anything for the pain?” Skye sounded so distant.

“She’s allergic to almost every damn painkiller on this godforsaken Earth.” Grant grunted and I could feel the vibrations in his chest.

“We could’ve just waited until I passed out.” I mumbled.

“Would’ve taken too long. Just a little pinch now, darling.” I heard Fitz and felt his hand over my arm, and then a needle being stuck inside.

I winced, trying to squirm once more, only to be stopped by Grant holding me down with one arm, the other connected to mine through a series of tubes.

“It hurts.” I whined, throwing my head back to hit Grant in the chest again.

He didn’t budge. “I know, Vi. I’m sorry.”

I whimpered again, forgetting that anyone else was in the room even though I could feel Simmon’s hands working on my leg.

“I know, ducky. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Shh shh shh. I know, I know.” He mumbled to me as pain took over in surges and I let my weight fall back against him, everything fading to black.

                                                            ***

“Yeah, well I use normal English, words like duck and run and might blow us to pieces.” I could hear Grant bitching.

“Oh! Oh, wow! Well congratulations, Agent Ward! You managed to string three words together in a sentence!” I heard Fitz snap at him.

They continued to argue, and I forced my eyes open, rolling my head to the left. Coulson’s army men friends were strung around our garage, packing their guns into a code-protected safe as Coulson spoke to a woman. I realized I was no longer in the clothes from this morning, but my pajamas. Fitz must’ve gotten them from our room.

“Can you guys shut up?” I asked, my voice hoarse and scratchy.

“Violet!” Skye perked up before anyone and came running, Jemma on her heels.

“Hey.” I smiled.

Jemma pulled out a pen and shone it in my eyes. I knew she was making sure I was okay, so I tried not to fuss. Skye sat at the edge of my bed.

“Why’s the bed in the lab?” I asked, turning to Jemma.

“Coulson wanted you in here, since there’s unknowns on the bus. Just in case.” She explained with a smile. “Your vitals seem good. We bandaged your leg, but you should wait at least a few days before putting weight on it. No major hits, it just skimmed your femoral artery.”

“Well, that’s reassuring. Are you two done now?” I leaned around her, looking at Fitz and Grant.

Fitz looked at me with a relieved smile, and Grant only looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

Well, you’re feeling better.

I rolled my eyes at him.

Shut up, dickhead.

They shuffled over, like two kids in trouble. Jemma moved aside and let Fitz stand at my side, kissing my forehead and hugging me tightly. I pushed my face into his chest and breathed deeply, hating to see him so worried.

“Hey. I’m okay.” I stroked his cheek as he pulled away.

He only nodded with a soft smile before stepping back to let Grant in. I smiled at him as wide as I could in my sleepy state. He instantly laughed, both amused and relieved. He rushed toward me, sitting on the side of the bed and letting me hug him at my own pace. My head fell onto his shoulder as his arms came around me, holding me against him as he breathed choppily. He hid his face in my hair, and I could feel him trying not to cry. I wrapped my arms around his torso and looked over his shoulder at Fitz, pointing to the door with a pleading look. He got the message, pulling Skye and Jemma out with him.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been covering you. You shouldn’t have gotten hit, especially not twice.” Grant’s chest heaved.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I rubbed his back.

He only sighed, letting his breathing even out over the course of a few minutes, still clinging to each other. He finally pulled back, wiping at his tears with the sleeves of his shirt before sniffling and looking back at me.

“I’m sorry.” This one was different.

He wasn’t apologizing for me getting shot. He was apologizing for his change in behavior. For being aggressive. For being unlike himself.

I nodded. “Grant, what happened to you?” I reached for his hand.

He let me take it, looking away with eyes closed and his lips in a thin line.

“Jail changes people, Vi. You know that.”

I squeezed his hand and leaned his way, trying to get him to look me in the eye. My own eyes began to tear up, and they stung.

“I meant after. After you …” I stopped and swallowed. “After they told us you died-” My voice broke, and half the word fell away into the air. “What happened then?”

He looked down, and then up at me, eyes sad. “My SO left me to fend for myself in the woods for half a year. I was alone, Vi. And I was scared.” His eyebrows were angled up.

I know I’m not the same. I’m so sorry.

I looked away, nodding once more. “I’m sorry. I put too much pressure on you.” I pursed my lips and looked back to him.

I just want my brother back.

He squeezed my hand this time, and I looked up to see him nodding his head.

I’m trying my best. I’m right here.

“No. You’re doing good. You’re keeping me in line. It’s a good thing.” He reached for my face and wiped my cheeks.

“Thank you.”

I nodded again, leaning forward for another hug. “You guys can come back in now.” I called, and Skye and Fitz-Simmons stumbled in.

Skye came back to my side, replacing Grant as he went on to continue his conversation with Fitz. They began to argue again.

“I’m just trying to tell you what you’re dealing with!” Fitz screamed.

“And I don’t understand anything you’re saying!” Grant screamed back.

The sliding doors opened and Coulson walked in, eyebrows raised. “Do we have a problem in here?”

Grant backed down and Fitz went quiet, working on his night-night gun.

“No sir. Just working on our communication. Not everyone was prepared for a firefight.” Grant looked around.

“We got out, didn’t lose anyone, saved a few of theirs. I’d say we did alright. Violet, how’re you doing?” He looked over at me.

I flashed a smile and a thumbs up. “Doing great, sir.”

He nodded. “Good, I’m glad. Anything else?” He looked around.

Skye’s hand popped up. “Yeah, I have, uh, one small question. Because I’ve been feeling like the tagalong hayseed rookie, but now I get the sense that Ward doesn’t know which one’s Simmons and which one’s Fitz, and they’ve seen even less gunfire than me, and he somehow managed to let his sister get shot, and I’m no rocket scientist, but is this your first mission together?” She leaned forward.

“No. Of course not.” Jemma frowned. “It’s our second.”

“I was your first? That’s sweet.” She scrunched her nose up.

“You’re amused?” Grant snapped.

“I’m terrified. I am in way over my head, but I have been on this team just as long as any of you. I might as well be team captain.” She scoffed.

I noted Simmon’s perfected eye roll, along with the glance Fitz and Grant were sending each other. Coulson remained stoic.

“I was joking, but maybe that’s not a bad idea, because these guys do not like each other much.”

“This isn’t about that.” Grant turned to Coulson. “I’m a specialist. Today, I could’ve eliminated the enemy threat myself if I was working alone,” 

I felt myself sink back into the pillows. I thought we had worked great together, considering we never had before. Jemma noticed and came to the other side of the lab table, shaking her head.

“...but I had non-combat ready agents-”

“Whoa, whoa, wait! You work alone?” Fitz cut him off.

“So typical. Who do you think designs your equipment?” Jemma looked at him with a scowl.

“Or the polymers for your weaponry? People like us do that.” Fitz pointed between Jemma and himself.

“Try going into the field with just your bare bum.” Jemma finished.

“Guys.” I pushed myself out of the bed, ignoring the shock traveling up my leg and the looks I got from the three of them. I forced my arms to do most of the work, half-limping and half-dragging myself to stand in front of them at the head of the table. “Shut up, and stop fighting. Because now you’ve proven Skye right, and Coulson’s doubting every single one of us.”

“You’re not wrong. We still need to iron out the kinks. But Ward, you can speak six languages. Simmons, you have two PhDs in fields I can’t pronounce, and Fitz, you are a rocket scientist. Violet, you keep being the buffer. And work it out.” Coulson had a firm tone, like a father scolding his kids before leaving.

I let out a breath and let my legs give out as Grant caught me with an angry look. He picked me up and plopped me back on the bed, checking the bandages on my arm and leg.

“I-I’m good at stuff too!” Skye called after Coulson.

                                                             ***

I was lying with my head on the pillow in Grant’s lap, a book falling from my hands as he rested his against my head. Fitz-Simmons were in the conference room with the holotable, and they had gotten snippy with each other. Grant and I stayed out of their way, holing ourselves up in the lounge. I let my eyes slip closed. It didn’t matter if I fell asleep, Grant would probably just move me to my bed either way.

“Hunger Games?” I heard Skye. “Oh, is she sleeping? Sorry.”

“She’s a heavy sleeper, it’s fine. And no, it’s Matterhorn. One of a hundred novels my SO gave me that I’m just getting around to.” He sighed.

There was a pause.

“SO. Supervising Officer.” He explained, probably not looking up from his book.

“Got it. Hackers have lingo too, but I’ll pick yours up. I feel like you and me? Wrong foot. Can I buy you a drink?”

I felt him chuckle and set the book aside, pulling the pillow further onto his lap so he could sit up straight without pushing me off the couch.

“What I said before- When I said the uprising was- whatever I said- a good thing. I don’t want you to think I’m oblivious.” I heard the clink of a bottle. “What I was talking about was the tweets.”

“Tweets.” Grant repeated, his hand coming up to rub my shoulder.

He knew I was awake, and he wanted to make sure I was taking mental notes so we could dissect this later.

“You trying to make things better or worse?”

“Peruvians have organized for the first time in decades. Thousands of suffering people who have never met uniting over a common idea? It’s mind-blowing. And I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t wanna see your hate face, but … that’s what the Rising Tide is all about.”

“Okay.” He sounded slightly disgruntled.

“Usually, one person doesn’t have the solution. But a hundred people- with one percent of the solution? That’ll get it done.”

Grant took a deep breath.

“I think that’s beautiful. Pieces solving a puzzle.”

Grant sighed and scooted closer to her, holding my head with a hand to keep me steady. I heard him take a glass from her and swirl it.

“You and I see the world differently is all.”

“I’ve never been in a war zone during a war until today. That was crazy. I take it you’ve seen that a lot?”

Another sigh from him, this one deeper. He didn’t answer her question, only grunted as he put his drink down.

“Did you get shot?” She grabbed him.

“Skin deep. Nothing like Violet here. Nothing to worry about.” He took his arm back.

“You also got shot. Did that happen protecting us?” She pressed.

“Said don’t worry about it.” There was a gentle tone, and I imagined he was smiling.

She was talking about the bit of blood on his side, where he had gotten skimmed while lifting me to shoot one of the rebels out from the other side of the car. Jemma took care of it after she took care of me, and she said he’d only need a bandaid and he’d be fine. He hadn’t bothered to change his shirt.

“Well, no wonder you were so pissed.”

He hesitated. “I wasn’t pissed. I was trained to be the whole solution, to eliminate variables. And today, they keep adding up.” His tone changed, and his hand moved slowly to shake me.

I feigned sleepiness again, opening my eyes and rubbing them.

“Vi.” His eyes remained in one place.

I sat up slowly, and he pulled me into his side, bringing his mouth to whisper in my ear. His grip on my arm was firm.

“When I say so, take Skye and get to the lab. Guard Fitz-Simmons, and don’t let them get the 0-8-4. They’re PMP, but they’re lying to us.”

I pulled back and leaned against his shoulder, nodding slightly so he would feel it but the officers wouldn’t see it.

“Morning.” Skye smiled at me. “We’re turning.”

Grant nodded. “We’re entering restricted airspace, so we have to follow certain flight paths. Regulation. This plane is capable of fully automated flight, but May has to be on the stick herself tonight.” He slung his arm around me again.

“You’ve got an SO, May’s gotta be on the stick. Lots of good lingo on this plane.” Skye laughed.

“Yeah. We just can’t seem to understand each other.” Grant smiled his charming smile, the one he used to flash when he was in high school that made all my friends, in their middle school glory, fall for him.

Skye poured herself another drink and Grant looked down at me with an eyebrow arched. I watched him as he looked back to the officers. He set his jaw and gave me a squeeze, kissing the top of my head.

“Skye. Hand me the bottle.” He smiled again, then whispered into my hair. “Go, now.”

“Okay, turbo, but you’re still nursing the one you’ve got.” She laughed and I pushed myself to my feet.

“I’m not the only one.”

She looked at me and I shook my head, reaching for her hand. “Remember how we had to talk to Fitz about the fan in your bunk? We should probably go now, before he turns in for the night.” I smiled.

She caught on and gulped nervously. “Okay.”

Grant smiled as the officer came over, then pushed us out of the way and smashed the bottle onto the officer’s hand, who let out a scream. I grabbed Skye and pulled her behind me, trying to move as fast as I could without letting the stitches in my leg break. We rounded the corner and I pulled my weight over the side of the banister, letting myself slide down it rather than running down the stairs.

“Violet!” Skye called out from the bottom of the steps, pointing at one of the officers, who had Fitz with a scalpel to his neck.

“Get in here and sit down.” The man growled.

I grunted as my weight fell onto my leg and I put my hands up. Skye grabbed me by the elbows, helping me stand before dragging me into the lab. Jemma tried to help lower me to the floor, but it only seemed to piss the man off more and he moved the scalpel closer to Fitz’s neck.

“I’m fine, Jemma.” I shrugged her off, sliding onto the floor and clutching at my leg, below the line of stitches.

“Stop squirming, pretty boy.” The man growled as Fitz tried to pull his arms away.

I could hear his hard breathing and I felt my head throb.

“You know, if you want a valuable hostage, you might wanna take someone else.” I started.

“What?” He hissed.

“I mean, it’s your choice.” I shrugged. “He is pretty, you got that part right.”

“Shut up.” The man grunted.

“But really, he’s just the tech guy. He’s like, oh I dunno,” I shrugged again, “glorified IT. That’s what he is. He doesn’t know anything. Coulson can easily replace him.”

“Shut up!”

“Listen, bud, I’m just trying to help you out. You want leverage against Coulson and Ward? Switch me out for him.” I glared, breathing hard and grabbing the same spot of my leg.

The men stared for a second, contemplating. “Fine. Nice and easy. Nobody try anything or I’ll kill you all.” He eased his arms off Fitz, who ran into my open arms, squeezing me.

“You’re an idiot!” He shouted loudly.

“Loop the cameras.” I whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek and letting the officer put the scalpel up to my neck.

I groaned in pain as he made me put weight on my leg. The man forced me down on it as I whimpered. He laughed, then shoved me against the table.

“Where’s it hurt?”

“Where do you think, dumbass?” I growled through gritted teeth.

He hummed to himself, putting the scalpel down and bending down, moving his hand across my thigh to move my grip. He grunted in satisfaction once he found the blood soaked bandage. He cracked his knuckles before resettling his grip on my leg, ready to dig his fingers into my wound. The spot I had gripped was an inch below, where the worst he could do was make it throb more. He pressed a thumb against it and I yelled anyways, letting him believe it. I heard Skye gasp. He jammed his thumb in further, his head in the crook of my neck. He smelled vile and he was breathing oddly.

I took the moment of his distraction to elbow him in the crotch. He fell to the floor, still gripping my leg. I turned around and kicked his face, fingers finding the scalpel and ripping it over his face, breaking skin on his cheek and forehead. Skye screamed as blood splattered across my shirt. I stabbed him in the shoulder and kicked his head again, this time to knock him out.

“Fitz, lock the doors.” I ordered as I pulled back and pushed the man aside, my leg pulsing.

“Are you okay?” Jemma was worried, her forehead creased and her eyebrows furrowed.

I nodded. “Went a few inches down, don’t worry.”

“Hey!” There was a harsh knock on the lab door and Fitz yelped.

I looked out to see another man with a gun to Grant’s throat. I glanced over my shoulder, glad to see his fellow officer out of sight.

“Open the door or he gets blown to bits.”

I could see Grant breathing heavily. They had done a number on him, his eye already swelling. He looked at me, frustration on his face.

Don’t you dare open those doors.

I sighed.

I’m not just gonna sit here and let you get shot.

“Open the doors.” I mumbled, falling back to the ground.

I could see Grant talking frantically to the guard, who only seemed to get angrier by the second. The doors slid open and I could finally hear my brother’s voice.

“Please. I swear I won’t try anything. She just needs help walking, that’s all. She’ll put up a fight against you if you touch her. Please.”

“Fine.” The officer snorted, pushing him forward.

Grant ran to me, scooping me into his arms and pulling me up. “You’re okay.” He whispered, the lines on his forehead a tell of how worried he was.

I only nodded as they tied us each up, and then gave me my own separate black eye along with a broken nose and busted lip for having cut their friend up. I spit out blood as they left, trudging back up the stairs with their bleeding friend. My nose was throbbing, as was my leg and every other part of my body. I leaned my head against Grant’s shoulder, exhausted.

“This is all my fault. I should’ve learned Kung Fu.” Fitz tried to joke.

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have pushed you into the field in the first place. You weren’t ready.” Jemma sighed.

“It was my job to make a proper threat assessment.” Grant tried to take the blame.

“Uh, we- we weren’t ready.” Fitz argued.

“This couldn’t have happened if Agent May wasn’t on the stick.” Skye jumped in. “She would’ve busted out with some of her ninja know-how.”

“Agent May? No, no, no. She transferred from administration.” Fitz argued again.

“Well, I’ve seen her destroy a guy, so…”

“Can we stop the pity party? We have to find a way out of here before they kill Coulson, take the 0-8-4, and then crash this plane where nobody will ever find our bodies.”

“Okay, wait but Agent May?” Fitz-Simmons pressed again, this time looking to Grant.

He smiled. “You’ve heard of the Calvary?”

“Yeah, everyone at the academy talks about st-... She’s the Calvary?” They exclaimed.

“I told you never to call me that.” May’s voice was scratchy.

“Oh, well we’re sure to get out of here now! Um, how do we get out of here?” Jemma asked her as she sat up.

“Can’t go through the doors. They’re bolted, tied to the pressurization lines. You two geniuses have nothing?” She looked at Fitz-Simmons.

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to concentrate in these intense situations.” Fitz explained from beside me.

“Hey. Don’t freeze up. Take a breath. You don’t need to come up with the whole solution. Just part of it. Right?” Grant spoke calmly.

“Yeah.” Skye smiled. “Pieces solving a puzzle.”

                                                              ***

“Well that’s clearly the worst idea we’ve heard yet!” Jemma scoffed.

“Yeah!” Fitz agreed.

“Maybe, but it might work.” Skye shrugged.

“Guys, Reyes is gonna kill us once we land and blame it on rebels.” Grant insisted.

“At least this way we’ll have a fighting chance.” I offered.

“We’ll take it.” Grant spoke for the both of us.

“What’s first?” I asked Fitz.

“We can’t get upstairs without going in the lab.” Fitz answered.

“And the only way to release the lab doors is from upstairs.” Jemma added.

Skye rolled her eyes. “First thing is that we’re tied to the cargo door, so unless you guys can-”

She was cut off by a crack and I grimaced.

“What the hell was that?” Fitz jumped closer to me, worried, and I bumped my knee to his in reassurance.

“Her wrist.” Grant answered.

We watched as May snuck behind Lola, making her way up to the balcony in silence, where a guard stood watch with Grant’s sidearm. She was slow and quiet, inching her way across the bottom railing of the balcony on her fingers. The guard turned and stared straight at us before becoming confused by the lack of one of us. May swung up, her legs locking around his neck as she threw him over the balcony and he landed cold on the floor. She landed on her feet and popped her wrist back into place.

“What’s next?”

                                                          ***

“Okay, we’re sure, right?” Sky stood on Grant’s other side.

“Yeah, we’re sure.” He had his arm around my shoulders, keeping me balanced.

“We’re all on board.” Jemma’s voice was shaky.

“Yeah, let’s do this, fast.” Fitz was on my other side.

“Alright guys, let’s do it.” I was the last to speak, and probably the calmest besides my brother.

“No turning back, no freezing up.” He spoke.

“Because if we do, then…” Fitz trailed off.

“All of us die.” Grant finished.

“We know.” I patted his arm.

“Alright.” Grant nodded and gave me a look, to which I nodded.

You’re sure you’re okay to do this?

Positive.

He knelt so I could get on his back, like we were children at a fairgrounds and May revved the engine of the SUV. “You guys talk a lot.” She sat in the car and gunned it, barely giving Grant time to shove Fitz-Simmons and Skye out of the way. She crashed into the lab doors and I heard Fitz wince. Jemma climbed onto the table and started to unscrew part of the ceiling. Fitz got the drones out, firing them up as Skye and I raided the cabinets for cords. May snuck out, and Grant found other cords.

He handed me the link of chains and a few cords, and I got them together as fast as I could. He did the other two. Once he finished he grabbed Skye and Jemma. I tightened Fitz’s around his waist, pulling his tie over it so it wouldn’t get caught.

“Are you sure this’ll work?” He asked me, worried.

I nodded. “I’m sure.” I pushed him over to Jemma’s side.

Grant turned me around to hook my cord on, tightening it a bit more than was necessary. He scanned my face and I only nodded. This would work. It had to work. Grant and I worked fast, hooking the cords together and praying they would hold. Fitz held the tablet tight in his hands, with a view of what the drone was seeing. Coulson’s voice came over.

“It’s gonna be blue skies from here on out.”

“Simmons, forget what I said before. This is the moment we’re gonna regret.” Fitz took a deep breath before hitting the button.

The drone would activate the 0-8-4, which would hopefully blow the plane open and give us a shot. The panel beside Grant turned from red to green.

“It worked!” Skye shouted.

“The drop in cabin pressure released the doors!” Jemma smiled.

“I’ll take care of the soldiers, you guys get to the 0-8-4.”

“And Coulson?” Fitz asked.

“Let’s hope he can handle himself. Be careful.” He grabbed my shoulder before pushing the door open, leading the way.

There were gunshots, and Grant was shoving us to the floor, crawling toward the couch. He jumped over, taking on two soldiers, getting one out of the way before trapping the other against the couch and kneeling over him.

“Go, now! Find the 0-8-4!” He yelled at us and Skye started to move, forcing the rest of us to follow with her.

I watched as another soldier took on Grant, leaping onto him and taking him down. Things became quiet and I thought for a second that my ears were bleeding. Fitz pushed himself to his hands and knees behind me, saying something that I couldn’t hear. I sighed before pulling him by the cord and yanking Jemma back. I tied theirs together and ripped my own off.

“Violet, what are you doing?” Fitz screamed, but I was already moving over the couch, kicking one soldier in the face with my sock covered feet as another tried to drag me onto the floor. I felt the plane jerk downward and the man fell away. I grabbed at one seatbelt, pushing against the couch to give the other to Grant, who gripped it before kicking another soldier away. Another managed to grab my leg, his finger in the bullet wound on my thigh. I screamed, trying to get him off by kicking at his shoulders.

“Fitz! We got it! Reel us back in!” Skye shouted as Jemma pried the 0-8-4 from the wall.

I watched in practically slow motion as she unbuckled herself. Grant’s hand slipped from the seat belt and he cursed, fumbling to get a grip on anything he could. I tore my eyes from Skye and kicked a leg out, despite my entire body screaming in pain. Grant grabbed a hold of my ankle, grimacing when he heard my involuntary yelp. The soldier finally let go, his fingers dragging down my leg.

The plane slowly came back up, and both Grant and I dropped on the floor. The man that had been gripping my leg started to hit him, punching him in the ribs. One of the first men Grant had taken care of was now back on his hands and knees, crawling toward me with a shard of glass. I scrambled away, only to see another soldier cornering Fitz-Simmons. I jumped over the couch to help them.

“Cut him loose!” I shouted.

Fitz hit at his buckle until the man went flying, and I secured one hand on Jemma’s cord, the other catching Fitz as he fell.

“Sorry Ward!” Jemma shouted as the man fell onto him, pulling him toward the opening.

“Grant!” I screamed as he caught hold of a railing, trying to pull the man back inside.

His sleeve slipped from my brother’s hand, and as he looked down at it somberly, his grip came off the pole and he flew toward the gaping hole in the plane.

“Grant!” I shrieked, relieved to see, once again in slow motion, one of the liferafts coming to cover up the hole, Grant falling into the center of it with a heavy breath.

I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my leg as I ran to him, collapsing next to him with a sob. He practically pulled me into his lap, throwing his head backward and rubbing my arm. He jerked forward, and I looked over to see one of the soldiers crawling toward a gun. Coulson stepped in front of us and trapped the man’s hand under his foot. I felt my brother relax once more before pushing me off and grunting as he got to his feet. He bent over to pick me up, again onto his back. I watched as Skye sighed from the floor and Fitz-Simmons popped up from behind the counter.

“I read the safety pamphlet.” Skye came over to us.

“I think you might be the first.” Grant scoffed, slowly walking over to meet Coulson by the bar.

Everyone crowded around it, with the exception of Fitz, who was clinging to one of the columns with his eyes glazed over.

“No other way in, huh? I was just starting to warm up to this place.” Coulson sighed, picking up a broken glass off the floor.

Skye leaned over and placed a coaster under it before taking a seat.

“The 0-8-4 is cooling and stable.” Fitz was now calmer, one arm around the column and the other on his hip. “But we should call HQ and get it to the Slingshot as soon as possible.” He hugged the column again.

Jemma took a seat as Coulson walked over to Reyes, who was tied up to a pole. “Told you they were good.” He was proud.

“Why don’t you go hug your boyfriend? He looks a little scared.” Grant whispered over his shoulder, easing me onto the ground.

I laughed, pushing at his back with the little strength I had left before limping over to Fitz, who upon seeing my state, let go of the column and threw his arms around my middle without hesitation. I relaxed in his grip, sliding my arms around his shoulders and letting him hold my weight.

“I love you.” His voice was hushed.

I let out a laugh, tightening my arms around him, happy he was okay. “I love you too, angel face.”

                                                           ***

When we got to the Slingshot, the first thing that happened was Jemma insisting on stitching my leg back up after cleaning it, much to my refusal. Then, we took showers, and then, technical crew started to take care of our bus. Somewhere along the way, Grant and I had demanded coffee and Fitz-Simmons had begged for tea.

I watched as Coulson cleaned a smudge off of Lola, turning and talking to Skye.

“Looks like Skye might end up as more than a consultant, despite our reservations.” Grant was busy repacking weapons into their cases, letting me put my weight against his side.

May only nodded.

“She could turn into a solid asset. With some serious work.”

“Well, if she wants to be a field agent, she’ll need a supervising officer. Someone disciplined. Someone good.” She looked at Grant, who was only nodding.

I giggled, looking up at him. He caught May’s stare and made a face.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

I laughed this time.

“Just to be clear, you were talking about me. Right?” He asked, but she didn’t give him an answer.

“I was thinking, maybe even a pair. Two people who could… tag team?” She raised an eyebrow.

Grant and I looked at each other with identical grins on our faces.

“We blew up a plane!” I could hear Fitz coming down the stairs.

“I had a new experience, that’s for sure.” Jemma sounded content, as always.

“Eat that, Professor Vaughn.”

“You had a new experience, but it was new for all of us!” She had a beer in her hand, and Fitz had a cooler.

“They’re happy.” May noted and I smiled.

“Hey, come on, you guys don’t wanna miss this.” Fitz stopped and handed me his beer so he could help me up.

I hopped onto my toes to kiss his cheek before letting him lead us to the edge of the ramp, sitting down and passing beers around. Fitz pulled me to sit between his legs and I settled happily against him, glad to have his arms around my middle gripping me like a lifeline. Our legs dangled off the edge.

“So it’ll take about a hundred and eighty days to reach the sun. Now yes, of course, it would’ve been faster if they’d used hydrogen-fueled APUs, but they’re having fun.” Fitz explained as Grant sat next to us, taking a beer.

“How many of those have you guys had?” Skye asked with a laugh.

“Skye.” Jemma chuckled and May sat next to her. “It’s important when in the field to unwind from time to time.”

“Yeah, yeah, especially after a hard day of everyone almost dying.” Fitz continued.

“Which doesn’t happen every day, right? It’s an anomaly, an irregularity! Not … the norm.” Jemma exclaimed.

Coulson stood at the edge instead of sitting. “Speaking of not the norm, who’s idea was it to blow a hole in this plane?”

We all went white, looking down. Fitz gripped me tighter, now afraid of Coulson’s anger. Skye hadn’t sat down, so when she spoke it came from behind.

“May said that the doors were tied to the pressurization, so I thought-”

“So we thought it would be the only way to release them.” I cut her off.

“It was everyone’s idea, sir.” Grant jumped in.

“Yes, quite genius, really.” Fitz perked up.

“Nice work.” Coulson broke a smile and we all relaxed again.

Even May smiled and I leaned back against Fitz with a smile, laughing when Grant made a disgusted face at us.

“All clear for liftoff.” A voice came over the speakers.

“Oh, time for blastoff.” Fitz pinched his nose. “Launching in three, two…” He trailed off, watching as the rocket went up, leaving a gray trail.

“The trajectory will take it beyond the lagrange point so that it doesn’t hit Herschel.” He leaned over to explain to Grant.

“Yeah, and there haven’t been any coronal mass ejections, so it shouldn’t lose telemetry.” Jemma giggled.

“Guys, English.” Grant sighed happily.

There was no response as we watched it go up through the clouds. Grant patted Fitz’s back. He flinched and I laughed, looking from my brother to my boyfriend and then back up to the rocket, which was now out of sight. I curled up in Fitz’s lap, letting my forehead fall against his neck as I closed my eyes. Coulson excused himself, presumably to go get chewed out by Fury. Skye still hadn’t sat down. May and Grant slowly finished their beers, and then excused themselves to finish packing up weapons. Jemma soon followed, taking the cooler too. I caught Fitz giving her a look as I twisted around to have my side against his chest.

“Why are you making everyone leave?” I looked up at him.

He only smiled.

“Leo. Come on.” I pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Just want you and the sunset, nothing else.” He muttered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled. “Hey. I’m glad you’re still alive.”

He looked down at me, a wide smile growing on his baby face. “I’m glad I’m alive too. And to be completely clear, I’m overjoyed that you’re still alive.” His hand came to my face, thumb stroking my cheek.

I kissed the palm of his hand. “I think Grant sorta likes you.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed. “What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been doing nerd-speak since we finished the fight, and he hasn’t wanted to murder you yet.”

“And how exactly do you know that?” He grinned.

“I can read his facial expressions.” I smiled.

He pulled me in to peck my lips. “That’s amazing, darlin’. I’m really glad for you. I guess you getting shot snapped him back to reality?”

I nodded. “I think so.”

“Well, glad to see I wasn’t the only one.”

“What do you mean?” I leaned into his arms, tilting my head.

“Nothing special.” He shrugged. “Just realized how much I love you is all.”

I smiled wider this time, sitting up and grabbing him by the neck. “God, I love you. Why do I love you so much?” I peppered his face in kisses, feeling him chuckle.

“What can I say, I’m a romantic.” He shrugged once I pulled back.

I rolled my eyes and suppressed a smile, letting him pull me forward to meet my lips once more.

[trumpetnista]

CMW2/Trumpetnista: Draftbook Drabble 40 (Follow up to #7- Canon Corrector AU, Defiance, Olivia, Mellie, mentions of Fitz, FTGIV and Karen, Cyrus, Verna, Hollis, strong happy Olitz, common sense and karma prevails, What the actual fuck is a Mellivia? Seriously, what?)

Words from the Gladiator in a Hoodie: All right, so with the whole “Mellivia” “friendship” and "feminist alliance means forgiveness no matter what because all men are the Devil so we ruined our own lives and blame all men, especially Fitz for our misery" idea that SR has been shoving down our throats and up our asses since 5B, I would like to write a fic where the truth about them is fully in play. 

If there was any true common sense left in SCANDAL’s writer’s room, not only would Liv & Fitz actually be happy solo and as Olitz, OLIVIA AND MELLIE WOULD NEVER, EVER, EV-ER BE BESTIES. They would be civil for the sake of the kids and for the sake of Fitz (at least Liv would be) but actual besties? Hell, no! 

Who the fuck actually becomes besties with a person who helped demean you and took advantage of you? What idiocy made that possible? Well, the almighty POWER and “feminism” made it possible and this...this fic and any other fic I write nowadays is a protest. 

More chapter updates are on the way and I’ll return to one of the other D.D. plot lines (most likely the first Trail AU I started in D.D. #1) soon. Enjoy the latest. Mad Love, Jam, and Power Drills,  ~*Trumpetnista*~

Disclaimer: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

Excerpt from Draftbook Drabble #7...

"…this was the dramatic scene two nights ago outside the Martin Plaza Hotel where the Grant Campaign had set up base. Millicent 'Mellie' Grant nee Vaughn, Cyrus Beene, Verna Thornton, and well known oil tycoon Hollis Doyle were all arrested under charges of conspiracy to commit voter fraud in Defiance County, Ohio…"

"Cytron Electronics has removed the machines…complete redesign…"

"…Olivia Pope…infiltrated the ranks of the DC4 Conspirators and turned over approximately 185 hours of audio. Individual conversations, recorded phone conversations, and roundtable meeting were given to the AUSA, along with a 2 hour and 45 minute videotaped deposition…"

"…Governor Grant filing for divorce and full custody of the children…"

"…modern day Watergate…the Governor himself was not involved but he has issued a statement saying that he will be turning the position of California Governor over to Lt. Governor Andrew Nichols and that he is throwing his support to Sally Langston to represent the Republican Party against Samuel Reston in the upcoming election in November. He also implied that we may be seeing him on the Trail again in 2016…"

"…but why, though? Other than the illegality, why? Why would Olivia Pope put herself in danger of prosecution or being silenced by the others to get the footage? What was her personal motivation? What did she get out of it and just where in the world is Olivia Pope, now?"

"…disgraceful…utterly disgraceful…a slap in the face to all American voters…they should all rot..."

"…got a sista digging up the dirt and shuttin' all of those crooked bitches down…I love it! Go 'head, girl…"

"Mellie got 8 years. Hollis and Cyrus got 15. Verna also got 8 but apparently, the old broad's chock full of terminal lung and bone cancer so they'll probably put her in a hospice someplace after a year, if she makes it to a year, anyway."

"All's well that ends well. They're where they belong..."

"...you say that we betrayed Fitz and we did but you…I still can't believe you, Liv! You set all of us up! You stabbed us in the back, stabbed me in the back!"

"I was just following your life lesson, Cyrus. You drilled it into our heads in class that loyalty and ambition don't mix. You always said that it's good to have friends, even close friends but when the cards are down, you have to be prepared to cope with stabs to the back and you also have to be ready and willing with a knife of your own at all times. The last time we spoke, you said that we were with Fitz's camp to carve Judases and protect him. That's exactly what I did and I will not apologize to anyone for it, not even God. You, Hollis, Mellie, and Verna put yourselves in prison. You're sitting in front of me in that ugly orange jumpsuit, chained to this table because of you, not me..."

"...you're a whore! You were his mistress, his dirty little whore!"

"But unlike you, I'm not a convicted felon. Unlike you, I can leave here at any time and please get off of your high horse, you hypocritical cow. You didn't have a problem at all with anything going on between Fitz and I until you realized that the position your Daddy paid your way into was in serious jeopardy. I don't understand you. You had a good man. You had one of the best men that you could ever have and all you had to do to keep him was love him for him. That's all. And do you want to know what pisses me off about you the most? You could've been anything. Even if you and Fitz had never met, you could've been someone else's First Lady and a good one. You could've been a Representative, a Senator, a Chief of Staff…hell, with the right spin, you could've even been the first female President of the United States! You could've been anything! You should've been anything! You had opportunities, privilege, and potential all your life that many women would kill for just to have for a day! You could've done anything with your life but instead, you willingly got into a political merger, lowered yourself into being into an arranged, loveless marriage and for what? This? Was it worth it, Mellie? Was it? Answer me. You asked for this visit and you never shut up on The Trail. Don't be quiet now that you're the Belle of the Ball and Chain…"

"…you fucking bitch! How dare you?!"

"I dare because you let me, just like you let me take your husband. And I take bitch as a compliment nowadays. It's a badge of honor and you were right. I was bluffing just now. I know Karen is Fitz's but the Public…a rumor can get very out of hand very quickly and if you can conspire to steal a National Election, it's not too big a leap for people to think that you would screw his blood brother since Pre-K and pass the lovechild off as his to keep him under your thumb. Yes, I slept with Fitz while he was still married. I also fell in love with him and he loves me back. If that makes me a whore, if that makes him a whore, then so be it. We'll be happy and free whores together. But, Mellie? She who lives in glass houses should not be naked on her knees…and she who lives 24/7/365 in a 12x8 concrete cell should be a good little girl and pay her debt to society quietly so that she can have a shot of having a nice future far, far away from her ex-husband and the woman who really loves him after she gets out..."

"You did this when Cyrus got out. You picked him up."

"I did."

"And you went to Verna and Hollis' funerals."

"I did."

"Why?"

"I don't like leaving things unfinished."

"You say that but your ring finger still looks pretty unfinished, don't you think?"

"Fitz doesn't want to get married again until he's absolutely sure that he'd be a good husband. I have you to thank for that. There's a diner coming up. Do you want me to stop?"

"...sure."

After 8 years behind bars, Mellie Vaughn was a shadow of the woman Olivia Pope had met on the 2007 Trail. She had lost about 15 pounds, her skin was a near ghostly pale, and there were dark circles under the woman's bloodshot blue eyes. Instead of the designer ensembles she had become known for before being arrested, she was in a pair of jeans and a large black sweatshirt that was large enough to fit her ex-husband easily, along with prison issue sandals. Her dark mahogany hair was streaked with gray, thrown into a messy ponytail and she had on a pair of white horn-rimmed glasses. All of her worldly possessions fit in 2 bags and a shoebox, a very far cry from the luxurious lifestyle she had enjoyed as a politician's wife.

The biggest difference was in the other woman's body language.

Olivia would've never associated the word 'meek' with Mellie before everything went down but today? That was the best word to describe her, other than just bone tired. Even the venom she spat was weighed down with exhaustion. Getting to the diner, they settled into a back booth and soon, Mellie was devouring a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Olivia stuck with a mug of chamomile tea, having eaten before leaving for the prison. It was a very early Saturday morning, barely past dawn so the diner was basically deserted.

Hopefully, that wouldn't change before they got back on the road.

The last thing either one wanted to deal with was the Media...

"How...how are the kids?"

"They're doing just fine. Gerry's going into his 3rd year at Davis, 1st in his class. He's right on track to be a veterinarian. He wants to open his own practice, either in Santa Barbara or in Rutland to be closer to me and Fitz. He's not sure yet. "

"He's always loved animals. Him and Karen...how...how's she doing?"

"She's a Junior, 1st in her class. Harvard already sent her some information but she wants to go to Julliard. She's deep into musical theater, pit orchestra, choreography. She either wants to join a troupe or become a conductor. She'll probably conduct. She was a drum major for marching band this season and she loved it so...we'll see."

"...and Fitz? How's he doing?"

"He's still Professor G at Georgetown. He just got tenure and he'll have a spot on the director's board once winter semester starts up."

"He's happy?"

"Yeah."

"...good...I'm glad that he's happy."

"Are you really?"

Mellie chuckled bitterly and replied, "I don't have a choice but to be happy for him. It's not like I didn't do this to myself. Sure, you helped but...I was wrong. All of us were wrong. Fitz had what it took. We didn't need Defiance. Even if he lost, after 4 years of Langston's nonsense, he would've been seen as America's salvation and swept the 2012 Race. Reston...Reston wouldn't have gotten 2 Terms or even one."

"I tried to tell you guys."

"You did...the Great Olivia Pope knows all...god, we were so fucking stupid. All we had to do was just let things be but no... well, karma's a bitch, huh? I'm an ex-con and considered to be one of the biggest traitors to democracy. You and Fitz are one of America's great love stories. Verna's dead from like 10 types of cancer. Hollis made himself into a lovely chandelier before he did a year behind bars and last I heard, Cyrus is a... goat farmer in Oklahoma?"

"Alpacas and donkeys, actually. He's really good at it."

"Well, he's always been an ass."

Olivia laughed and Mellie's smile was genuine, sad but genuine.

"Daddy says that I can come home once I get the tether off of me after the halfway house . I'm surprised that he didn't disown me. Everyone kept telling him to but he didn't. He wrote me letters, sent me pictures, and made sure that my commissary account was always full."

"That's a good thing. You shouldn't be all alone."

"I shouldn't?"

"No, you really shouldn't."

"...this would be so much easier if you'd just be a bitch to me."

"Easier, maybe but not right. Regardless of the history between us, inside and outside of Fitz, you are Gerry and Karen's mom and they still love you very much, even though they're hurt. Being a bitch to you without just provocation would hurt them and Fitz and that is the last thing that I want to do."

"He's very lucky to have you."

"He is and I'm very lucky to have him."

"At least something good came from all of this shit...do they have fried chicken here? I have been jonesing for some fried chicken."

"Yeah, you want to split some?"

"...that would be great."

[airoasis]

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Come good day, welcome to the usa’s acquired skill, what’s your name? I’m Cody i am 22 years old who are you? Sure, who are you i am mom So, what are you gonna do right here for us today? I’m gonna sing a tune for you on the piano Tina tell us slightly bit about Cody Cody is blind and autistic good, we found out that he adored music relatively early on he listened and his eyes just went massive and He started singing and that is when I just I was in tears when you consider that that is when I realized oh my gosh, he’s an entertainer He used to be capable to withstand residing in this world when you consider that when you are autistic, it is rather tough to do what every person else does it simply has Saved his life enjoying tune we’d love to listen to you go for it, you in a position? I’m competent Yeah i have been to so many areas in my existence and John Sol’s in a mate���s Embarrassed 10,000 persons looking at good now i’m announcing to you Or does her spacertown, i like you from my lifestyles good, initially, i’ll let you know that every one 4 judges and every body in this room were up on their feet i will inform you that no longer simplest do we suppose the authenticity of what you do however you are a great thought and a exceptional ability i know everybody needs a voice in an expression and i might quite suppose Your your coronary heart your ardour your voice blew all and sundry away So I simply need to say that I heard you and that i felt you and that used to be attractive Simon the see what just happened there was once amazing.I mean rather exceptional I have no idea what it is like to live in Cody’s world all i will be able to tell is is that you just undoubtedly have an strong relationship the 2 of you and Your voice is most likely first rate you’ve a relatively stunning tone And thanks a lot for trusting us on this exhibit For the leisure of my lifestyles i’m a new decide this season and i’m additionally a brand new mom this year it can be the toughest job I’ve ever had and probably the most moneymaking job I’ve ever had you simply wish to provide your children the moon the celebrities in the rainbows and tonight i’m gonna provide you with Um Cuz I it can be really powerful hi there, how are you? I am so jazzed I would see that ok, what’s your title, please my identify is Greg Morton and how are you i am 60 years historical.Are you particularly well, I do plenty of distinctive voices after I after I was fairly little I used to do voices for action figures you know And yeah this is what you are gonna do in these days. This is what i am gonna do at present And is that this your full-time job what you gonna do today or do whatever else? Well, I’ve had several distinct jobs, you understand I was a PA announcer at a division retailer, and i used to be a cellular disc jockey for a while I had my possess van with the face on this side and Greg Morton that crazy deejay however I need to do this full-time.That is what I want to do and the usa’s bought skill is my large break that i have been ready for. Oh, no, I imply this is it there is 1,000,000 greenbacks up for grabs. Oh, good good fortune. Thanks a lot you guys right here we go a very long time ago in a galaxy a ways far away become a member of me join me on the incorrect part i’ll not ever join you you are able to do purple leader to vote chief standing by way of organs sure, go forward young Skywalker killing me your father and the darkish say to the four don’t there is not any try I i am so excited to perform right here. Yeah My title is Patricia Otto and i’m a classical pianist from Italy so What do you do to organize in your efficiency? Yeah, i’m once I go as a baby I was once very quiet and shy so my mom put me on piano class and that i fell in love with it Yeah i’m motivated by using the classical composer and one of my greatest thought is Beethoven after I hear is song, I consider a lot emotion.That you could be indignant, that you can be said that you would be able to be completely satisfied that you would be able to be quiet which you can be robust it’s the whole thing for me perhaps it is in view that i’ve been right here for ten years, but I bet you we now have a piano participant developing next Whoopi i’m a bit of bit fearful, but I believe this is a danger to show the judges to the usa my track and my ardour What’s your name? My title is Patricio. Where are you from? I am from Italy What are you doing here? What are you doing at the united states’s obtained ability? I start to play the piano after I was once younger and in these days I wanna share my music with you And with the united states No, it is classical track, ok. I’m hoping you love it My title is Eric Chen, i’m 26 years historical and i am a magician from Houston, Texas developing up. I preferred watching magic shows on television It particularly did make me think that there is magic out there on the earth.I instructed every body that i’m going to be a magician a variety of folks doubted me, however that is all I wanted to take action I simply focus on my dream Magic help me get by means of rough occasions After university, I used to be referred to as back to Taiwan from navy carrier and My entire world is flipped the other way up. I couldn’t bring any private stuff. No cards, no coins. Nothing I would now not do magic and we could not do whatever external of military tasks and it felt like I just misplaced my identification So when I came again out I did not have my self assurance and that i form of misplaced who I was and i tried to search out myself again So I’ve actually most effective started performing recently, and i’m still seeking to be taught how one can maintain giant viewers i know last 12 months’s winner of the united states’s got ability is shim Lin and that quite puts the pressure on me i am following within the footsteps of one of the pleasant met worlds and it can be a entire one other level of anxiousness I can’t stop shaking my arms.That is the biggest performance of my existence and i would not have one shot of doing this So i am simply gonna provide it my all and i quite hope that they revel in Mack tonight. There you go, brother. Hello make it happen Take a deep breath take it all in and inform me your identify. My identify is Eric Chen And what do you do? I am the magician k, you do that for a residing I’ve simplest started performing for the earlier six months and right here on AGT magic is king. Sure. I saw Symons act but I consider we’re two very extraordinary humans and Who’s better? Yeah, you know what excellent good fortune Most magicians try this sort of suave kinda like that. I got you. You seem extra stressed than any of us you’re watching like where to move. What’s it? And i like that. Thank you a lot I consider i am just as baffled because the audience like how Eric you might be magic. It’s your time to step up and declare your location amongst the high-quality as a matter of fact you do not need to evaluate your self to any person and i’m particularly completely happy that you confirmed up as you realize Eric certainly, I mean this used to be in an extra level.It was surely Unbelievably good and what I rather love about you as good is that you’re so humble. You do not even understand how good you’re the future is to your palms from this second on in view that I believe you’re probably the most high-quality we now have ever had okay let’s vote i’m giving you your first wager Gabrielle – yes it thanks, Julian Simon Fitz poesis everyone welcome good evening or afternoon no idea tell us your name i am Jackie terrifi and the place are you from Jackie? I’m from the Bronx. I’m from Bronx, big apple Boogie’s And what do you do for a dwelling i am a full-time traveling stand-up comic sure So what obtained you into comedy, , I went to regulation institution i’m a attorney. Oh, all right complete disappointment To quit my lawyer job considering the fact that I acquired fired So it made it awkward being there every day it out of me So when you bought fired were your mom and dad supportive no, no no What i am doing, they do not get it. They do not have an understanding of who leaves being a lawyer to be a stand-up comic they’re like Why are you doing mr. Your existence? I? Don’t wish to wait any more Take it away Jackie.Alrighty Uh, my Jamaican mother wants me to shed extra pounds, however she doesn’t be aware of easy methods to tell me she’s in, the big apple She involves LA. , how you see your father or mother you come to be a little one again She’s like Jacqueline lotta Mercia truth you’re you Ethan individuals i do not like weight-loss television suggests when you love that show the biggest Loser you and that i cannot be friends you know the way to exhibit work? There may be somebody’s overweight you lock up on island and they must figure out eight hours a day seven days per week and oh Yeah, once I make you have been a small spandex bra and little one panties and what you want to scale. That’s the cattle on country wide television the place do you shed some pounds who’s shedding this contest you need to impress me get a bunch of fatties a locker with a donut store the first ones are not going to a diabetic all my wins, that is the exhibit waiting them over i don’t like fb.It’s too much work for me now it’s cool until you to find that neighbors went too a ways back. Yeah, he finds you they’re like, oh my god, I determined you What did he been doing? I’m like last time I saw you I realized the best way to learn be trained how you can write new however he was once mistaken shut this And he said you news you are not looking for did you need an assistant Mary Ellen passed away i’m like with you am I her age? She was 88 g a wizard.Is he a warlock? I’ll decide upon dead must’ve been lifeless 30 years in the past whats up guys, how are you? Cool i’m Sophie pakora. I am 15 years historical. I’m from Danville, California, and i am a senior within the songwriter you excited Yeah, I’ve continuously cherished singing I used to love fake I was once on stage and sing songs in entrance of a reflect however growing up I was a bit shy and quiet so I felt very insecure when trying to make neighbors So I began posting YouTube movies I quite desired to relate to persons and specific my feelings and then I started posting my own long-established songs however again then I suppose I usually had like eight views Tonight i’m singing a music I wrote about my possess experiences at college I believe a variety of individuals have long gone via some type of bullying I really wish to make it clear that every person experiences it it can be no longer just you i am most likely worried the judges they may be not in tuition.So maybe they is not going to recognize when I learn my songs i’m just in my room by myself so that you can participate in this in entrance of hundreds of thousands of humans is simply so tense My biggest dream is to tour world wide and sing my own songs and with being on the united states’s got talent correct now that is just that a lot closer thanks a lot for being with me on this trip has so so Wait, but thanks hi there How are you? Quite excited worried. This is loopy. Just right excitement. Yes. K to inform us who you are, please My title is Sophie pakora, and i am 15 years old Welcome, Sophie tell me what you had been thinking when you awoke this morning. What used to be the primary concept that went through your head? OMG ok, so i am guessing you’re gonna say sure, i will see an fashioned song. Oh, wow, what seventh grade and it’s about school and this is you sure, ah Sophie do your pals recognize you are doing this No, okay.Good, it is just you and us proper now, k. Yes. K. Well, excellent good fortune I was torn down within the seventh grade all the matters humans used to say it stuck in my intellect now, it would come for me Ain’t word sometimes they are so powerful, but now not mine when i attempt to speak I say i’m satisfactory no person ever particularly is aware of i am lyin sitting in the lecture rooms worse than crying and check out to hide it my face is burning up my instructor says no scan today. I act excited. That is what all people else is doing I gotta get by means of and maintain my pencil in my hand so tight I believe I get some bruises out that clueless again, please you can be reliable out to talk down on myself, however that is what each person else is doing How do these humans that do not know me hurt me so bad.I might simply be too sensitive Why am I always so sad? But all day I had my son is ready down inside of my heart and if I exhibit it to anyone they might rip it all aside. No, we’re no longer paranoid just gain knowledge of to be you recognize, we’re in the event that they act all nice in the beginning and even prevent up a chair What do they want? That is the trick. This can be a entice I can not belong disguise in the rest room till they are gone the way in which anyone would sincerely need me I was once torn down in the seventh grade all of the matters individuals used to assert and it stuck in my mind now, it should come for me My used to be it’s getting rough to even say some thing it is stuck in my mind now it will come for me And now i know to consider good it can be okay I’ve heard the phrases won’t take them to my grave.I was once torn down in the seventh grade Gabrielle, what do you consider man? We ask for artists to return up here and naked their souls and allow us and honey. You probably did however you spoke to me and i’m 46 A particular gift you held us all captain thank you Wow, first of all, you are particularly designated and you dance to your possess drummer however yet that drummer is really relatable I get it and everyone within the room knows what it is wish to be torn down and It was actual and unusual, and i thanks a lot for being right here.Thank you What you just performed for us was once fact and it was something that used to be from the core of who you had been and that is what resonated with all of us So obviously, it was once a very very emotional tune You have been telling something from the phase and that i could consider how a lot this means to you and i think you’ve got this delivery, which is particularly cool. I like you numerous Howie sure sure, so see bokura you may have 4 yeses Oh They maintain coming Welcome howdy, how are you? What’s your businesses title VN meetable, and the place are you from Mumbai, India? What’s it like there tell us extra about you where you are from life in Mumbai. It’s like very difficult the existence in hunch. They don’t get correct water and everything they like they’re V unbeatable dance troupe or team contains 28 dancers is 12 to 27 and we are from Mumbai, India a number of the individuals of our group are living in slums The slums are very crowded very soiled and they do not get appropriate electricity most likely 7 to 10 folks are staying in a single room.It is very difficult to outlive over there each day, we pray for his better lifestyles, however within the slums, there’s very little possibility for us once we dance we omit the entire tensions in our intellect And we think free For the past two weeks we are not able to sleep This possibility could trade our lifestyles and every body wants to be triumphant to provide back to the households We used to look the the united states’s bought ability on YouTube We had been like, can we go right here like some day we had been just dreaming about it.And in these days we’re here I can’t give an explanation for it in words it is our dream come proper when you win the usa’s bought talent, what do you need to see for the crew we wish the arena to understand it was once being beatable excellent good fortune let’s examine what you acquired Please take the mic i’m Brian miser and i am Tina miser his spouse and i am the human fuse after I used to be a kid I used to do silly things, you already know jump out of timber bounce off the apartment roof I’ve continuously been a thrill seeker in a daredevil in the course of the years I’ve had fairly a number of things were flawed You have got to breathe i am a registered nurse I did not start going to nursing tuition just to be his private nurse, but that is variety of the way it’s became out to be I’ve broken 18 bones in my 22 12 months career and be in 55 My physique’s telling me it’s time to stop doing this loopy stuff.I am a little bit bit apprehensive considering he is no longer feeling a hundred% correct now he’s tempted fate ample i am simply so able for him to retire so i will be able to discontinue annoying All you have got to do is win america’s bought talent i will do my excellent they may be ready for you, sir. Go correct on out hi there hello on who you please? My identify’s Brian miser also known as the human fuse. What’s that mean? I developed a huge human crossbow and with the help of my wife they’ll mild me on fire and then shoot me by means of the air wait a minute. So this is like a rocket quite. Yeah. Ok, and why did you build that I received bored with shooting out of a cannon so shut The crossbow and light myself on hearth adore it it And is that this something which is unsafe yes, i’m really injured at the second Oh, I variety of embarrassed to say this, but I used to be running within the rain I went to stop actual quick in my ft got here out and that i landed and that i used to be within the sanatorium the previous day you had been in the health center the day gone by.Sure with bruised ribs seeing that you slipped in a puddle yes, usually. We’re gonna be on fire capturing across though okay, how harmful is that this on a scale of one to ten ten? Supply me i am flying by means of the air and not using a strings attached. Well, it can be not raining. That is genuine So we gotta comply with you external, yes, let’s go external the theater of the us’s received skill with the human fuse. Oh my goodness that pay attention Brian is ready to mild himself on fireplace shoot himself out of this crossbow fly 100 and ten toes into the air and Your spouse is going to light the fire now. I’ve one question for you What are you gonna do whilst you win 1 million greenbacks? Retire The human this is making me frightened I don’t need to see this miscue. Oh no that it is going up Let’s get his angles together there’s plenty of house but you might leave out that bag simply talking aim I don’t wish to see any accidents today Brian the human fuse safety is off.Oh my god Pyro competent vigor up Countdown he’s on fire Huh To speak to us otherwise you How do you think correct now Excited and i am hurting a bit bit but the excitement stakin over. Ok, let’s go inside of and notice what the judges think Your life Thank God for that, i’m gonna with Howie i’m excited about the fact that you advised Terry when you should win 1,000,000 dollars Most individuals say i would like my exhibit in Vegas.I need to make this my lifestyles your purpose for successful this is so that you may give up precisely it’s thrilling. I was on the brink of my seat and also you entertained us. So thank What did you think we asked ax to come back out right here and wow the audience i love that you do not let age to search out what your capabilities are and you win for it Bravo It was once ridiculously effective and that i do ought to say that i am really pleased with you for doing some thing so loopy and i consider that you are inspiring all and sundry well, where do you go next Toledo next weekend If we put you by way of How do you high that? I don’t know. Are you prepared to leap over anything that could consume you they would consume me? Yeah, yeah, certain. Okay. I’ve some ideas k, let’s go how are you See the following row Get out, the way you doing? Hello, hello, my name is Jin’s illa Jin’s illa. The place are you from? I am from Sydney, Australia How old are you my girl by no means reveals her age i’m ageless go. There we go And what do you do for a residing simply looking at it? This is that i am so costly, proper? G’day, i’m Jim Silla and i am a 7-foot ginger bearded glam monster all the means from Sydney Australia.I was once born to a household of three sisters and consequently very powerful mother Margaret got a shout out to Margaret yeah, yeah I was once a large little one this massive a little main issue love with enormous chunky face. I was once like that doll So they may be like dressing up in doll’s clothes and it was once a lot enjoyable after I was growing up I had so many folks being illiberal to me Jim Zilla to me is absolute freedom. I get to be so much larger so much extra passionate I’ve used the entire matters that i used to be bullied about being too tall or Being ginger being effeminate. I’ve turned the dial up to 1,000 Jin Zilla is like the love child of Jessica Rabbit and Chuck Norris all put collectively, you realize, like i am similar to a Love computer understand i’ll be aware of i am positive as Jin Zilla when three things equipped one i’ve a doll in Japan – i’m going to get invited on yachts and that i’ma free like a Mariah Carey Christmas album Oh get it So, what is the dream, oh the dream to participate in in front of those and plenty of individuals each night time, sure And to take over the arena So, what are you gonna do right here for us tonight? I’m gonna sing you a little bit tune Oh take it away She’s received loopy she’s a weirdo For me significantly correct you are so entertaining you are one of these just right performer you are funny you are special you’re confusing you realize, I consider you have got a probability of going relatively a long way in this contest.You’re powerful. I love to consider i can certainly see you in Vegas proper now proudly owning a show i might come Simon I must let you know I used to be like what the bloody hell is that? But this was once incredible it’s exactly why we created this show to seek out persons such as you it is a satisfactory audition. Good for you thanks Simon Jen i am here for the entire thing i really like a fake ending and you gave us three you get used to this variety of reaction sure that is effortless you obtained three What does this imply to you correct now it approach I get to exhibit my stuff to the leisure of the sector you already know I come from Australia i am come from a smaller suburb and right here i am in the greatest stage on the planet like come on.It can be robust I adored it and i love what you mentioned adore it’s comedic You .

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America's Got Talent 2019 Auditions! | WEEK 1 | Got Talent Global

Come good day, welcome to the usa’s acquired skill, what’s your name? I’m Cody i am 22 years old who are you? Sure, who are you i am mom So, what are you gonna do right here for us today? I’m gonna sing a tune for you on the piano Tina tell us slightly bit about Cody Cody is blind and autistic good, we found out that he adored music relatively early on he listened and his eyes just went massive and He started singing and that is when I just I was in tears when you consider that that is when I realized oh my gosh, he’s an entertainer He used to be capable to withstand residing in this world when you consider that when you are autistic, it is rather tough to do what every person else does it simply has Saved his life enjoying tune we’d love to listen to you go for it, you in a position? I’m competent Yeah i have been to so many areas in my existence and John Sol’s in a mate’s Embarrassed 10,000 persons looking at good now i’m announcing to you Or does her spacertown, i like you from my lifestyles good, initially, i’ll let you know that every one 4 judges and every body in this room were up on their feet i will inform you that no longer simplest do we suppose the authenticity of what you do however you are a great thought and a exceptional ability i know everybody needs a voice in an expression and i might quite suppose Your your coronary heart your ardour your voice blew all and sundry away So I simply need to say that I heard you and that i felt you and that used to be attractive Simon the see what just happened there was once amazing.I mean rather exceptional I have no idea what it is like to live in Cody’s world all i will be able to tell is is that you just undoubtedly have an strong relationship the 2 of you and Your voice is most likely first rate you’ve a relatively stunning tone And thanks a lot for trusting us on this exhibit For the leisure of my lifestyles i’m a new decide this season and i’m additionally a brand new mom this year it can be the toughest job I’ve ever had and probably the most moneymaking job I’ve ever had you simply wish to provide your children the moon the celebrities in the rainbows and tonight i’m gonna provide you with Um Cuz I it can be really powerful hi there, how are you? I am so jazzed I would see that ok, what’s your title, please my identify is Greg Morton and how are you i am 60 years historical.Are you particularly well, I do plenty of distinctive voices after I after I was fairly little I used to do voices for action figures you know And yeah this is what you are gonna do in these days. This is what i am gonna do at present And is that this your full-time job what you gonna do today or do whatever else? Well, I’ve had several distinct jobs, you understand I was a PA announcer at a division retailer, and i used to be a cellular disc jockey for a while I had my possess van with the face on this side and Greg Morton that crazy deejay however I need to do this full-time.That is what I want to do and the usa’s bought skill is my large break that i have been ready for. Oh, no, I imply this is it there is 1,000,000 greenbacks up for grabs. Oh, good good fortune. Thanks a lot you guys right here we go a very long time ago in a galaxy a ways far away become a member of me join me on the incorrect part i’ll not ever join you you are able to do purple leader to vote chief standing by way of organs sure, go forward young Skywalker killing me your father and the darkish say to the four don’t there is not any try I i am so excited to perform right here. Yeah My title is Patricia Otto and i’m a classical pianist from Italy so What do you do to organize in your efficiency? Yeah, i’m once I go as a baby I was once very quiet and shy so my mom put me on piano class and that i fell in love with it Yeah i’m motivated by using the classical composer and one of my greatest thought is Beethoven after I hear is song, I consider a lot emotion.That you could be indignant, that you can be said that you would be able to be completely satisfied that you would be able to be quiet which you can be robust it’s the whole thing for me perhaps it is in view that i’ve been right here for ten years, but I bet you we now have a piano participant developing next Whoopi i’m a bit of bit fearful, but I believe this is a danger to show the judges to the usa my track and my ardour What’s your name? My title is Patricio. Where are you from? I am from Italy What are you doing here? What are you doing at the united states’s obtained ability? I start to play the piano after I was once younger and in these days I wanna share my music with you And with the united states No, it is classical track, ok. I’m hoping you love it My title is Eric Chen, i’m 26 years historical and i am a magician from Houston, Texas developing up. I preferred watching magic shows on television It particularly did make me think that there is magic out there on the earth.I instructed every body that i’m going to be a magician a variety of folks doubted me, however that is all I wanted to take action I simply focus on my dream Magic help me get by means of rough occasions After university, I used to be referred to as back to Taiwan from navy carrier and My entire world is flipped the other way up. I couldn’t bring any private stuff. No cards, no coins. Nothing I would now not do magic and we could not do whatever external of military tasks and it felt like I just misplaced my identification So when I came again out I did not have my self assurance and that i form of misplaced who I was and i tried to search out myself again So I’ve actually most effective started performing recently, and i’m still seeking to be taught how one can maintain giant viewers i know last 12 months’s winner of the united states’s got ability is shim Lin and that quite puts the pressure on me i am following within the footsteps of one of the pleasant met worlds and it can be a entire one other level of anxiousness I can’t stop shaking my arms.That is the biggest performance of my existence and i would not have one shot of doing this So i am simply gonna provide it my all and i quite hope that they revel in Mack tonight. There you go, brother. Hello make it happen Take a deep breath take it all in and inform me your identify. My identify is Eric Chen And what do you do? I am the magician k, you do that for a residing I’ve simplest started performing for the earlier six months and right here on AGT magic is king. Sure. I saw Symons act but I consider we’re two very extraordinary humans and Who’s better? Yeah, you know what excellent good fortune Most magicians try this sort of suave kinda like that. I got you. You seem extra stressed than any of us you’re watching like where to move. What’s it? And i like that. Thank you a lot I consider i am just as baffled because the audience like how Eric you might be magic. It’s your time to step up and declare your location amongst the high-quality as a matter of fact you do not need to evaluate your self to any person and i’m particularly completely happy that you confirmed up as you realize Eric certainly, I mean this used to be in an extra level.It was surely Unbelievably good and what I rather love about you as good is that you’re so humble. You do not even understand how good you’re the future is to your palms from this second on in view that I believe you’re probably the most high-quality we now have ever had okay let’s vote i’m giving you your first wager Gabrielle – yes it thanks, Julian Simon Fitz poesis everyone welcome good evening or afternoon no idea tell us your name i am Jackie terrifi and the place are you from Jackie? I’m from the Bronx. I’m from Bronx, big apple Boogie’s And what do you do for a dwelling i am a full-time traveling stand-up comic sure So what obtained you into comedy, , I went to regulation institution i’m a attorney. Oh, all right complete disappointment To quit my lawyer job considering the fact that I acquired fired So it made it awkward being there every day it out of me So when you bought fired were your mom and dad supportive no, no no What i am doing, they do not get it. They do not have an understanding of who leaves being a lawyer to be a stand-up comic they’re like Why are you doing mr. Your existence? I? Don’t wish to wait any more Take it away Jackie.Alrighty Uh, my Jamaican mother wants me to shed extra pounds, however she doesn’t be aware of easy methods to tell me she’s in, the big apple She involves LA. , how you see your father or mother you come to be a little one again She’s like Jacqueline lotta Mercia truth you’re you Ethan individuals i do not like weight-loss television suggests when you love that show the biggest Loser you and that i cannot be friends you know the way to exhibit work? There may be somebody’s overweight you lock up on island and they must figure out eight hours a day seven days per week and oh Yeah, once I make you have been a small spandex bra and little one panties and what you want to scale. That’s the cattle on country wide television the place do you shed some pounds who’s shedding this contest you need to impress me get a bunch of fatties a locker with a donut store the first ones are not going to a diabetic all my wins, that is the exhibit waiting them over i don’t like fb.It’s too much work for me now it’s cool until you to find that neighbors went too a ways back. Yeah, he finds you they’re like, oh my god, I determined you What did he been doing? I’m like last time I saw you I realized the best way to learn be trained how you can write new however he was once mistaken shut this And he said you news you are not looking for did you need an assistant Mary Ellen passed away i’m like with you am I her age? She was 88 g a wizard.Is he a warlock? I’ll decide upon dead must’ve been lifeless 30 years in the past whats up guys, how are you? Cool i’m Sophie pakora. I am 15 years historical. I’m from Danville, California, and i am a senior within the songwriter you excited Yeah, I’ve continuously cherished singing I used to love fake I was once on stage and sing songs in entrance of a reflect however growing up I was a bit shy and quiet so I felt very insecure when trying to make neighbors So I began posting YouTube movies I quite desired to relate to persons and specific my feelings and then I started posting my own long-established songs however again then I suppose I usually had like eight views Tonight i’m singing a music I wrote about my possess experiences at college I believe a variety of individuals have long gone via some type of bullying I really wish to make it clear that every person experiences it it can be no longer just you i am most likely worried the judges they may be not in tuition.So maybe they is not going to recognize when I learn my songs i’m just in my room by myself so that you can participate in this in entrance of hundreds of thousands of humans is simply so tense My biggest dream is to tour world wide and sing my own songs and with being on the united states’s got talent correct now that is just that a lot closer thanks a lot for being with me on this trip has so so Wait, but thanks hi there How are you? Quite excited worried. This is loopy. Just right excitement. Yes. K to inform us who you are, please My title is Sophie pakora, and i am 15 years old Welcome, Sophie tell me what you had been thinking when you awoke this morning. What used to be the primary concept that went through your head? OMG ok, so i am guessing you’re gonna say sure, i will see an fashioned song. Oh, wow, what seventh grade and it’s about school and this is you sure, ah Sophie do your pals recognize you are doing this No, okay.Good, it is just you and us proper now, k. Yes. K. Well, excellent good fortune I was torn down within the seventh grade all the matters humans used to say it stuck in my intellect now, it would come for me Ain’t word sometimes they are so powerful, but now not mine when i attempt to speak I say i’m satisfactory no person ever particularly is aware of i am lyin sitting in the lecture rooms worse than crying and check out to hide it my face is burning up my instructor says no scan today. I act excited. That is what all people else is doing I gotta get by means of and maintain my pencil in my hand so tight I believe I get some bruises out that clueless again, please you can be reliable out to talk down on myself, however that is what each person else is doing How do these humans that do not know me hurt me so bad.I might simply be too sensitive Why am I always so sad? But all day I had my son is ready down inside of my heart and if I exhibit it to anyone they might rip it all aside. No, we’re no longer paranoid just gain knowledge of to be you recognize, we’re in the event that they act all nice in the beginning and even prevent up a chair What do they want? That is the trick. This can be a entice I can not belong disguise in the rest room till they are gone the way in which anyone would sincerely need me I was once torn down in the seventh grade all of the matters individuals used to assert and it stuck in my mind now, it should come for me My used to be it’s getting rough to even say some thing it is stuck in my mind now it will come for me And now i know to consider good it can be okay I’ve heard the phrases won’t take them to my grave.I was once torn down in the seventh grade Gabrielle, what do you consider man? We ask for artists to return up here and naked their souls and allow us and honey. You probably did however you spoke to me and i’m 46 A particular gift you held us all captain thank you Wow, first of all, you are particularly designated and you dance to your possess drummer however yet that drummer is really relatable I get it and everyone within the room knows what it is wish to be torn down and It was actual and unusual, and i thanks a lot for being right here.Thank you What you just performed for us was once fact and it was something that used to be from the core of who you had been and that is what resonated with all of us So obviously, it was once a very very emotional tune You have been telling something from the phase and that i could consider how a lot this means to you and i think you’ve got this delivery, which is particularly cool. I like you numerous Howie sure sure, so see bokura you may have 4 yeses Oh They maintain coming Welcome howdy, how are you? What’s your businesses title VN meetable, and the place are you from Mumbai, India? What’s it like there tell us extra about you where you are from life in Mumbai. It’s like very difficult the existence in hunch. They don’t get correct water and everything they like they’re V unbeatable dance troupe or team contains 28 dancers is 12 to 27 and we are from Mumbai, India a number of the individuals of our group are living in slums The slums are very crowded very soiled and they do not get appropriate electricity most likely 7 to 10 folks are staying in a single room.It is very difficult to outlive over there each day, we pray for his better lifestyles, however within the slums, there’s very little possibility for us once we dance we omit the entire tensions in our intellect And we think free For the past two weeks we are not able to sleep This possibility could trade our lifestyles and every body wants to be triumphant to provide back to the households We used to look the the united states’s bought ability on YouTube We had been like, can we go right here like some day we had been just dreaming about it.And in these days we’re here I can’t give an explanation for it in words it is our dream come proper when you win the usa’s bought talent, what do you need to see for the crew we wish the arena to understand it was once being beatable excellent good fortune let’s examine what you acquired Please take the mic i’m Brian miser and i am Tina miser his spouse and i am the human fuse after I used to be a kid I used to do silly things, you already know jump out of timber bounce off the apartment roof I’ve continuously been a thrill seeker in a daredevil in the course of the years I’ve had fairly a number of things were flawed You have got to breathe i am a registered nurse I did not start going to nursing tuition just to be his private nurse, but that is variety of the way it’s became out to be I’ve broken 18 bones in my 22 12 months career and be in 55 My physique’s telling me it’s time to stop doing this loopy stuff.I am a little bit bit apprehensive considering he is no longer feeling a hundred% correct now he’s tempted fate ample i am simply so able for him to retire so i will be able to discontinue annoying All you have got to do is win america’s bought talent i will do my excellent they may be ready for you, sir. Go correct on out hi there hello on who you please? My identify’s Brian miser also known as the human fuse. What’s that mean? I developed a huge human crossbow and with the help of my wife they’ll mild me on fire and then shoot me by means of the air wait a minute. So this is like a rocket quite. Yeah. Ok, and why did you build that I received bored with shooting out of a cannon so shut The crossbow and light myself on hearth adore it it And is that this something which is unsafe yes, i’m really injured at the second Oh, I variety of embarrassed to say this, but I used to be running within the rain I went to stop actual quick in my ft got here out and that i landed and that i used to be within the sanatorium the previous day you had been in the health center the day gone by.Sure with bruised ribs seeing that you slipped in a puddle yes, usually. We’re gonna be on fire capturing across though okay, how harmful is that this on a scale of one to ten ten? Supply me i am flying by means of the air and not using a strings attached. Well, it can be not raining. That is genuine So we gotta comply with you external, yes, let’s go external the theater of the us’s received skill with the human fuse. Oh my goodness that pay attention Brian is ready to mild himself on fireplace shoot himself out of this crossbow fly 100 and ten toes into the air and Your spouse is going to light the fire now. I’ve one question for you What are you gonna do whilst you win 1 million greenbacks? Retire The human this is making me frightened I don’t need to see this miscue. Oh no that it is going up Let’s get his angles together there’s plenty of house but you might leave out that bag simply talking aim I don’t wish to see any accidents today Brian the human fuse safety is off.Oh my god Pyro competent vigor up Countdown he’s on fire Huh To speak to us otherwise you How do you think correct now Excited and i am hurting a bit bit but the excitement stakin over. Ok, let’s go inside of and notice what the judges think Your life Thank God for that, i’m gonna with Howie i’m excited about the fact that you advised Terry when you should win 1,000,000 dollars Most individuals say i would like my exhibit in Vegas.I need to make this my lifestyles your purpose for successful this is so that you may give up precisely it’s thrilling. I was on the brink of my seat and also you entertained us. So thank What did you think we asked ax to come back out right here and wow the audience i love that you do not let age to search out what your capabilities are and you win for it Bravo It was once ridiculously effective and that i do ought to say that i am really pleased with you for doing some thing so loopy and i consider that you are inspiring all and sundry well, where do you go next Toledo next weekend If we put you by way of How do you high that? I don’t know. Are you prepared to leap over anything that could consume you they would consume me? Yeah, yeah, certain. Okay. I’ve some ideas k, let’s go how are you See the following row Get out, the way you doing? Hello, hello, my name is Jin’s illa Jin’s illa. The place are you from? I am from Sydney, Australia How old are you my girl by no means reveals her age i’m ageless go. There we go And what do you do for a residing simply looking at it? This is that i am so costly, proper? G’day, i’m Jim Silla and i am a 7-foot ginger bearded glam monster all the means from Sydney Australia.I was once born to a household of three sisters and consequently very powerful mother Margaret got a shout out to Margaret yeah, yeah I was once a large little one this massive a little main issue love with enormous chunky face. I was once like that doll So they may be like dressing up in doll’s clothes and it was once a lot enjoyable after I was growing up I had so many folks being illiberal to me Jim Zilla to me is absolute freedom. I get to be so much larger so much extra passionate I’ve used the entire matters that i used to be bullied about being too tall or Being ginger being effeminate. I’ve turned the dial up to 1,000 Jin Zilla is like the love child of Jessica Rabbit and Chuck Norris all put collectively, you realize, like i am similar to a Love computer understand i’ll be aware of i am positive as Jin Zilla when three things equipped one i’ve a doll in Japan – i’m going to get invited on yachts and that i’ma free like a Mariah Carey Christmas album Oh get it So, what is the dream, oh the dream to participate in in front of those and plenty of individuals each night time, sure And to take over the arena So, what are you gonna do right here for us tonight? I’m gonna sing you a little bit tune Oh take it away She’s received loopy she’s a weirdo For me significantly correct you are so entertaining you are one of these just right performer you are funny you are special you’re confusing you realize, I consider you have got a probability of going relatively a long way in this contest.You’re powerful. I love to consider i can certainly see you in Vegas proper now proudly owning a show i might come Simon I must let you know I used to be like what the bloody hell is that? But this was once incredible it’s exactly why we created this show to seek out persons such as you it is a satisfactory audition. Good for you thanks Simon Jen i am here for the entire thing i really like a fake ending and you gave us three you get used to this variety of reaction sure that is effortless you obtained three What does this imply to you correct now it approach I get to exhibit my stuff to the leisure of the sector you already know I come from Australia i am come from a smaller suburb and right here i am in the greatest stage on the planet like come on.It can be robust I adored it and i love what you mentioned adore it’s comedic You .

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Agents of SHIELD Review-Hot Potato Soup

I for one was actually hoping that there wouldn’t be a Fauxlinda kiss in this episode, and I must admit that as much as I want Coulson and May to be together, this aspect of the storyline with LMD May and Coulson kissing made me uncomfortable. I did really enjoy this episode, because I absolutely adore the Koenigs and always wish for them to be in more episodes, however I must also admit that I found the Superior to be dry and boring, not at all the kind of villain I had been hoping for. As I’m writing this review, I still have not watched the next episode of Agents of SHIELD due to work, which is why this review is so late in coming.

Real or Not Real

I’ve always loved the Koenigs, and it was great to see them again in this episode, and to be introduced to a couple more of the siblings. Theories have abounded since the Koenigs first came into being on the show, with the most popular theory being that the Koenig brothers are LMDs. This of course is something insinuated often throughout the show, particularly by Antoine Triplett. There was always going to be an excitement when the writers chose to bring back the Koenigs in an episode of the LMD arc, and of course the audience was going to be asking that age old question of whether the writers would finally reveal the Koenigs to be LMDs. What worked so well throughout this episode is that these insinuations and assumptions continue to persist, although the inclusion of LT, sister of the various brothers, does put a damper on things. What is her role in this? Is one of the brothers real and the rest LMDs and LT knows about it? Or does she simply pretend that they are her brothers when in fact they are all LMDs. The truth is of course revealed in a masterful way, in which this major theory is laughed out the door. In a way however, we were right. The Koenig brothers were part of the original LMD program, able to act as decoys for each other, although they are all real people. I am glad that this major theory was finally addressed, and in such a way as to surprise the audience a little. 

Something that I’ve always enjoyed about the Koenigs is how highly they are trusted, by Fury and Coulson, and how they always seem to have knowledge of secrets that so many other characters are not privy to. These brothers aren’t field agents, they are technicians, and yet the show continually emphasises their importance and high security clearance. Just in this episode, Coulson entrusts the Darkhold to them to put into safekeeping, which happens to be this labyrinth of a library with multitudes of codes to break into before the security of facility can even be fully breached. For a show that constantly deals with a lot of action, wherein most of the characters are field agents-even Jemma and Fitz are more often than not field agents-it’s nice to see the importance placed on people like the Koenigs, and an acknowledgement that even Coulson’s team can’t handle everything. I hope that we’ll get to see the Koenig brothers again, and with their sister LT as well.

‘We all have programming’

Some of the more emotional moments throughout this episode come from Fitz’s dealings with LMD Radcliffe, as we learn a little more about Fitz’s own family life. As Fitz works to try and learn something about the real Radcliffe from the LMD, he comes up against some serious programming, and in the mean time, LMD Radcliffe has a lot to say about his relationship with Fitz. In some senses, this was a betrayal in the line of Ward, which the LMD itself acknowledges, stating that they are programmed by Ward’s betrayal, amongst other things. This time however, the LMD goes further, stating that Fitz has also been programmed by his father’s abandonment. Is it any wonder that Fitz reacted so emotionally to Radcliffe’s betrayal? Not only is this a reminder of Ward’s betrayal, in a sense it is also his father abandoning him again. Except this time, this father figure thought that Fitz was incredibly bright, and used him for his own ends. This father figure, rather than asserting that Fitz was not intelligent enough for him, used that intelligence in an attempt to gain the ultimate power. Radcliffe’s act of betrayal is almost deja vu, Ward’s betrayal and father’s abandonment all in one.

This mention of Fitz’s father, and the subsequent ‘reveal’ that Radcliffe knew him, to me at least signifies some foreshadowing of the upcoming appearance of Fitz’s father. Not only does the LMD state things about Fitz’s relationship with his father that Fitz knows to be true, the emphasis on Fitz’s emotions regarding his father suggests that there is more to the story. The fact that Jemma and Mack talk about Fitz’s father and what they’d do to him if they ever saw him further emphasises the possibility of his appearance. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if the LMD is telling the truth, in fact I hope he is because I am actually quite excited by the possibility of this storyline. It would be interesting to see where Fitz’s father falls into place given current events, would he be joining forces with Radcliffe and the enemies of SHIELD? Or would there be some kind of attempt at a redemption arc? I certainly am hoping for the former, I think that would result in some fascinating scenes, especially regarding trust issues and how Fitz would respond to seeing his father. Particularly if his father was constantly telling Fitz he wasn’t smart enough, I can certainly picture an evil scientist genius type.

Betrayal

Once Fitz realises how to get past the LMD’s programming, going directly to the source of control-the brain that Aida created-Jemma realises that there is another LMD walking around pretending to be the real person-May. Just as we the audience learn about May first and the LMD of Radcliffe is the surprise to us, the opposite occurs to the characters as May is the real surprise to them. Having known her as long as they have, in particular Coulson of course, the real shock comes from not realising the truth much earlier, from not figuring it out just by knowledge of all of her characteristics and desires and ways of being. Unfortunately, he does not know the truth before he kisses LMD May, who uses the opportunity to grab the Darkhold that they have just taken from its hiding place before Radcliffe can get to it.

I was hoping that after the release of the clip with Coulson and LMD May looking to be on the verge of a kiss that it wouldn’t happen, so I must admit that I wasn’t excited about it when it did. That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t happy to see the confirmation of Coulson’s feelings, because of course I was. I loved that this episode enabled the confirmation of his feelings, much in the same way that the previous episode appeared to confirm May’s feelings for Coulson. However, that does not mean that I actually wanted anything to eventuate between Coulson and LMD May, I would’ve preferred for him to realise the truth but not to act on it yet. Of course this is just going to exacerbate the pain that Coulson now feels at the realisation that May has been missing all this time, and he will blame himself for not being able to tell the difference between the real May and LMD May, like he did between May and Agent 33. It complicates matters that can make for a narrative full of conflict, but I just wish that this would all just happen between Coulson and May, no-one else involved at all. I’m guessing after the reaction from this episode that many people disagree, I just felt a bit uncomfortable about it.

I also honestly feel so bad for LMD May, for being programmed to be just like May, to love Coulson and then be forced to betray him. It was actually so hard to watch because she was clearly in a lot of pain over it, it hurt her so much to choose Radcliffe, but she felt that she couldn’t fight the programming. As much as she wanted to fight it, at the same time she didn’t want to fight it, which was literally the point. And then to desperately beg for Radcliffe to take her with him because she now has no place in SHIELD after the reveal, and for him to dispose of her like rubbish, was heartbreaking. LMD May didn’t choose to be like that, and whilst part of what’s difficult about it is that it’s like watching May in pain, there’s also the fact that I completely sympathise with LMD May, for the situation she was put in, with very little control over her actions. Of course Coulson can’t let go of her yet because in the event that he can’t get May back she’s all he has left of her, but obviously we know it’s not going to end like this, and I can’t wait to see how this storyline progresses.

Superior

I had been hoping that the Superior that Senator Nadeer had mentioned in a previous episode would be someone much more interesting than Zach McGowan’s Russian industrialist, Anton Ivanov. As I wrote in my review, I had actually been expecting an exciting reveal, in which the Superior would be revealed to be someone we already know-and perhaps trusted as well. In my mind, that certainly would have made for a more entertaining reveal, not to mention the emotional stakes involved for the whole team. Rather, this reveal of a random Russian, who simply hates Inhumans, is not at all what I expected, and certainly holds little entertainment as of this moment. Certainly, Radcliffe is the much more enjoyable villain, for he turned his back on the team, particularly Fitz who had become especially close to him, and joined their enemy, all to gain the power of the Darkhold. Radcliffe is more emotionally resonant as a villain precisely because of his connection to the team, and I actually look forward to where his storyline is progressing. All we can hope for is that the Superior follows a similar path in becoming more interesting. 

However, at the same time I am excited to see where this storyline progresses in regards to his motivation. I love the idea that he is piecing together who Phil Coulson is, how he always seems to be around when something alien occurs. It turns the tables on the familiar narrative of the good guys attempting to piece together information about the bad guy responsible for a heap of carnage. I love this idea of Coulson as the consummate mysterious agent, always in the background of everything that happens, seemingly in the know about all of the recent alien occurrences. This is the part of this story that I am looking forward to, and hopefully it will result in a slightly more interesting villain. Of course with Coulson being specifically targeted, I’m sure there’s plenty of upcoming emotional moments between characters, and I can’t wait for that. Perhaps we may also learn more about who Coulson is. For whilst the audience certainly knows more than many of the characters about Coulson, there is also still plenty of mystery about him. 

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Birthday: May 16th

Gender: Female

Relationship status: Single

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff!!!! 

Time right now: 8:20 (guys, it’s 9:03...it took me forty minutes to do this...xD)

Lucky Favorite number: 16

Last thing I Googled: “feel again lyrics” I though it could apply to one of my OCs so I had to look up the lyrics...xD

Nicknames: Ace, Aceo, Swaya, Spammy (though no one has used Aceo or Swaya in YEARS xD)

Siblings: Yup! I’m the youngest of three, four if you include my sister-in-law. It goes my brother, my sister, then my other brother and his wife then me! (we are like the Pevensies in birth order, though not personality as much, though I’ve always related to Lucy...)

Height: Like 5′6 or 5′7, I have 5′7 on my permit so...I go with that xD

Favorite color: BLUE!!!!

Pets: Three cats, Alex, Ginger, and Juliet

Wake up and sleep time: Ha....hahah....ummm...it’s really bad right now...like...it changes every day but usually in between 12-2 am and then I get up like...between 10-12....hehe...*flops*

Average hours of sleep: I try to get at least 8, but I prefer 9 or 10

Love or lust: Love always

Coke or Pepsi: Both are pretty....eh...so Dr. Pepper or Root Beer or Sprite...like any of those, if I have to choose, Pepsi...but eh...not my favorite...xD

Day or night: Night usually, but I do like the daytime a lot too, at least when it’s not like freezing xD (but it’s been pretty warm recently so, both? xD)

Text or call: TEXT, calling is stressful...

Make up or natural: Natural, I only wear makeup on very rare occasions xD

Met a celebrity: Depends on your definition of celebrity? I’ve met Barlowgirl, Coach K, Penny Chennery, Ronnie Turcotte, John Flanagan, and Marissa Meyer...so??? And I’ve seen Rick Riordan, but I didn’t actually get to like...talk to him xD

Smile or eyes: Smile ^^

Light or dark hair: Both, I mean maybe lighter hair? But I don’t mind dark hair either?

Shorter or taller: Taller

Intelligence or attraction: Intelligence 

Chapstick or lipstick: Chapstick, I put on Burt’s Bees every night cause chapped lips are not fun xD

City or country: Hmm, I like both? Like, the city is nice because you are close to things, but I love the calmness of the country...but I also don’t like the bugs so...? Where I live is a good balance cause we live next to a greenbelt but we are like ten minutes away from downtown xD

Blankets I sleep with: Depends on the season, anywhere from one to like four (also depends on the kind of blanket xD)

Last song I listened to: Uhh, well “Live Forever” by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors is playing right now (it’s such a calming song <333)

Favorite bands/artists: I like a looot, NEEDTOBREATHE is one of my faves but recently I’ve been listening to lots of Moana and Hamilton xD

Dream trip: Probably a road trip/just country trip to meet a lot of my friends! Though, I’d also love to go to Iceland, and Argentina, London, Italy, Ireland, and Switzerland...(okay but my list grew from last time because my family was actually talking about going to Europe so...yeah, but I REALLY want to go to Iceland...like...really, AND I want to go to the place where they filmed the last scene in TFA because my brother told me it was like in Scotland and I geeked out a little xD)

Favorite fictional character: HA! One? You want me to pick one??? Haha nah...that’s not happening...I have wayyyyy too many....here’s a few...there are like...a ton more tho...Obi Wan, Kanan, Ezra, Hera, Sabine, Ahsoka, Anakin, Rey, Finn, Jyn, Cassian, Bodhi, Chirrut, Chopper, BB8, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang, Peggy Carter, Edwin Jarvis, Sokka, Bolin, Percy, Leo, Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, pretty much all of the Parks and Rec characters, Cinder, Thorne, Cress, Kai, Halt, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Wally West, Felicity Smoak, Sophie, Dex, Fitz, Kefee, and Biana...Okay I’m stopping now! (okay but Alden too...and Elwin...and like...okay I love a lot of KoltC characters...xD)

What I’m wearing right now: Umm, my church shirt, khaki pants, fuzzy purple socks, and my brown jacket

When I made this blog: October 20th, 2013, I only know cause I made a post the day I made it xD

How many blogs I follow: 132

Posts:....206,009....dude...I don’t even...that’s a lot...xD

What do I post about: Lots of stuffs! Most recently Star Wars, but all of my fandoms really, and then some nature and faith things too ^^

When did your blog reach its peak: *shrugs* a few months ago I was getting like a lot of new followers but I don’t know? xD

Why did you choose your URL: I watched a movie called Ace of Hearts, I thought Aceofstars sounded cool, so that was my username on howrse and mweor. When I joined dA, that username was already taken, I added the 16 cause it’s my favorite number, and now I use it for like...everything...xD

Bonus question: If you are transported to the world of the book you are reading now, where would you be? Keeper of the Lost Cities world yaaass!!!! I mean technically it’s still our world? But with like, lots of cool lost cities and elves with cool powers and HEY I could be friends with Sophie and her friends! Even though I’m older than all of them....I SHALL PROTECT Y’ALL! Even though...they would do a better job of protecting themselves then I could...xD

Okay...that was long....NEXT TAG! xD

Tagged by @buurd

1. How old are you? 20, but I feel like I’m still 16ish...xD

2. What’s your current job? Ummm, student, occasional petsitter and fanfiction writer...even though I don’t get paid for that last one...xD

3. What are you talented at? Drawing and writing? 

4. What is a big goal you are working towards (or have already achieved)? I don’t know, finish school I guess? I also want to finally rework my novel and write a rough draft for it and one day publish it. And I have some longer fanfics I want to write and stuff, and continue to improve my writing and drawing? Also, get my license....you know why I’m adding this Buurd...xD

5. What’s your aesthetic? I love a looot, but my main ones are the stars, the ocean (particularly pictures inside waves as they are starting to fall), autumn, and anything blue, but I like a lot of other things too xD 

6. Do you collect anything? DUDE I collect movie tickets too! (though I may not have a place to keep them if I get a new itouch case cause that’s where I’m keeping them all...or a lot of them atm) And also stickers and socks...xD

7. What’s a topic you always talk about? Star Wars Rebels...and other various fandoms and my OCs

8. What’s a pet peeve of yours? I know one, I thought of another one a while ago...but I can’t remember...so, when people just stand behind me and watch when I’m on the computer...xD

9. Good advice to give? Go to sleep when you are tired...like...really, I was exhausted yesterday and I just kept not going to bed...also try your best not to procrastinate, reward yourself when you get something done if you need the motivation (even if it’s something small). I need to like...take my own advice..xD

10. What are three songs you’d recommend? “How Far I’ll Go” by Auli'i Cravalho (because MOANA), “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra (I blame that SWR music video for my love of this song...xD) and “Be Here Long” by NEEDTOBREATHE (or “Great Night” if you want something super upbeat)