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Dec. 22nd, 2014 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolfintheherdThis is what Grant Ward remembers.
He remembers agent 33, Kara. SHIELD agent level nine. It's enough that he could put a gun to the head of an enterprising hacker and make him find out enough about her to hold over her head. To help her find strengths and weaknesses. She's not level nine anymore, she's expired and neither of them are good people. Budapest, Sudan, hell there were protege moments with people that John Garrett despised.
Here's what he doesn't remember. John Garrett's face.
The good, the bad, the ugly, the desperate. It fades. It all fades. He remembers the name, he knows there are confusing feelings associated with it, but he can't remember his face.
Face, faces there's agent 33 and that's her face that's important here. Popping three vicodin pills he resisted the urge to embrace satisfaction over how his body was performing. He had to compartmentalize it and not share it with the woman going under the knife today. Zemo's doctors were working on her.
They had been for several hours.
He leaned against the window, arms crossed over his chest just in time to watch her buck against the bed frame. The doctors worked rapidly, yelling at each other in German before he pressed a gloved hand against the glass just in time for a nurse to slide a curtain over it.
minutes passed before a nervous man appeared in the doorway, ringing his hands.
"She's stable sir, we're going to attack it again tomorrow. There was...a complication."
"What kind of a complication?"
"It's ... in short the agents used have fused to her skin. We can take the time to detach it but it will take several surgeries."
He'd expected something like that he supposed (had he?) This was payment for her skill and his, for his...burden and hers. For taking Zemo's men and training them to be something better. It was easier to think about that, to think tactics and military and..." Hell I could probably perform the surgery if I'd been watching closer.
"I'll see her."
It's easier to live in the now. That's what Grant Ward knows. Sitting beside his partner's bed, attention divided between the television and her bed, watching the monitors and her bandaged face.
He remembers agent 33, Kara. SHIELD agent level nine. It's enough that he could put a gun to the head of an enterprising hacker and make him find out enough about her to hold over her head. To help her find strengths and weaknesses. She's not level nine anymore, she's expired and neither of them are good people. Budapest, Sudan, hell there were protege moments with people that John Garrett despised.
Here's what he doesn't remember. John Garrett's face.
The good, the bad, the ugly, the desperate. It fades. It all fades. He remembers the name, he knows there are confusing feelings associated with it, but he can't remember his face.
Face, faces there's agent 33 and that's her face that's important here. Popping three vicodin pills he resisted the urge to embrace satisfaction over how his body was performing. He had to compartmentalize it and not share it with the woman going under the knife today. Zemo's doctors were working on her.
They had been for several hours.
He leaned against the window, arms crossed over his chest just in time to watch her buck against the bed frame. The doctors worked rapidly, yelling at each other in German before he pressed a gloved hand against the glass just in time for a nurse to slide a curtain over it.
minutes passed before a nervous man appeared in the doorway, ringing his hands.
"She's stable sir, we're going to attack it again tomorrow. There was...a complication."
"What kind of a complication?"
"It's ... in short the agents used have fused to her skin. We can take the time to detach it but it will take several surgeries."
He'd expected something like that he supposed (had he?) This was payment for her skill and his, for his...burden and hers. For taking Zemo's men and training them to be something better. It was easier to think about that, to think tactics and military and..." Hell I could probably perform the surgery if I'd been watching closer.
"I'll see her."
It's easier to live in the now. That's what Grant Ward knows. Sitting beside his partner's bed, attention divided between the television and her bed, watching the monitors and her bandaged face.
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Dec. 17th, 2014 09:50 pmwolfintheherd[Task Master has been through a lot.
He has achieved many successes and many failures. He's won against SHIELD and HYDRA and they are notable enemies but it's owed to his compatriots. The few people he is worked with, the few people that he trusts in the world.
He's not unmindful of that service which is why he'd broken into Madame Masque's apartment to cook her something nice.
This is something he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember she's a SHIELD agent. Not anymore, that he in essence had not told her (really he could have forgotten but he can't recall). What he does know is that she appears during the times when SHIELD needs him and manages his money and resources. Oh she hates him, he knows that much but now, even if she might be one of the right hand people of the new SHIELD, she's still Madame Masque to him. He does remember fighting her, her with a knife to his throat before stabbing him in the shoulder and running off.
(Her face was not his fault)
The last time he'd seen her though they'd fixed it. When was that? She'd had a face. It wasn't that vaguely familiar disquieting face.
He doesn't ask her any questions. Not anymore. She just appears and reappears and vanishes but he's still here and why?...
(Quake.)
His hand stops chopping.
(The woman.)
It keeps chopping. Muscle memory, what task master lives for. Really he doesn't know a thing about cooking but he saw something about Italian/Asian fusion on TV last night and he wanted to cook it for her because-
(The woman stands straight and stares at him. Her features torn between confused and angry, then just anger. He's knocked off his feet and off the building falling into the abyss while the woman runs and stares after him and he feels...
Loss.)
Terrifying loss.
His hand trembles, but he finishes the last bit of carrots and onions and slides it into the water to boil before he sets out the wine and pours himself a glass (she won't drink it if you hand it to her already poured.)
It's so domestic.
It's when he hears her come in behind him that he keeps is hand on the knife at the cutting board.]
...You know better then to come at me with a gun behind me.
[(You don't know what I've been watching on TV)]
You're not allergic to garlic or carrots are you?
[He pulls out a slab of meat that's been dipped in sauce and begins chopping it.]
He has achieved many successes and many failures. He's won against SHIELD and HYDRA and they are notable enemies but it's owed to his compatriots. The few people he is worked with, the few people that he trusts in the world.
He's not unmindful of that service which is why he'd broken into Madame Masque's apartment to cook her something nice.
This is something he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember she's a SHIELD agent. Not anymore, that he in essence had not told her (really he could have forgotten but he can't recall). What he does know is that she appears during the times when SHIELD needs him and manages his money and resources. Oh she hates him, he knows that much but now, even if she might be one of the right hand people of the new SHIELD, she's still Madame Masque to him. He does remember fighting her, her with a knife to his throat before stabbing him in the shoulder and running off.
(Her face was not his fault)
The last time he'd seen her though they'd fixed it. When was that? She'd had a face. It wasn't that vaguely familiar disquieting face.
He doesn't ask her any questions. Not anymore. She just appears and reappears and vanishes but he's still here and why?...
(Quake.)
His hand stops chopping.
(The woman.)
It keeps chopping. Muscle memory, what task master lives for. Really he doesn't know a thing about cooking but he saw something about Italian/Asian fusion on TV last night and he wanted to cook it for her because-
(The woman stands straight and stares at him. Her features torn between confused and angry, then just anger. He's knocked off his feet and off the building falling into the abyss while the woman runs and stares after him and he feels...
Loss.)
Terrifying loss.
His hand trembles, but he finishes the last bit of carrots and onions and slides it into the water to boil before he sets out the wine and pours himself a glass (she won't drink it if you hand it to her already poured.)
It's so domestic.
It's when he hears her come in behind him that he keeps is hand on the knife at the cutting board.]
...You know better then to come at me with a gun behind me.
[(You don't know what I've been watching on TV)]
You're not allergic to garlic or carrots are you?
[He pulls out a slab of meat that's been dipped in sauce and begins chopping it.]
Wookie the Wonder Dog.
Dec. 3rd, 2014 10:07 pmwolfintheherd[It was after the third attempt that Coulson resolved to try and do something. The man might not be able to talk to him - having sat there and watched him curl into a fetal position, sob openly, and then just glare at him before going back to push ups, but Fury's words (rebuild shield the right way had stayed with him)
He had to do what he could.
Give up what he could.
It had been Mercedes Merced, one of their other therapists who had suggested an animal after being assured that he wouldn't kill the creature.
"Grant Ward is, in essence, an enemy combatant. A brainwashed enemy combatant."
"Agent Merced..."
"There are different kinds of brainwashing. Some a lot worse then what we can do here. I think that Wookie will be good for him."
Coulson had sent in the golden retriever (was it wrong he felt over protective? Something about the dog reminded him of Captain America - of good things the other man no longer deserved.) with half a salute. They slid in his food and water with Agent Ward's and it was enough to wait for the other man to wake up.
And Wookie was good for Ward. Coulson observed that, every single time the other man examined his tray and got that desperate haunted look in his gaze the dog was right there to press against his side and wag his tail. To sit on his shoes to keep him from moving.
He found himself reviewing the tapes long after Tripp had done so, just in time to see Ward wrap an arm around the creature in his sleep. Even expressing real emotion.
Skye is against the dog. He knows it, but Wookie's bonded to Ward and honestly there is something about the dog that really does remind him of Steve Rogers. He's pretty sure he'd hate him. Obviously, he's HYDRA but that dog, walking back and forth across the cell, playing tug of war over Ward's shirt.
That's what they've just done as Skye appears up at the top of the stairs, sliding his shirt back on as Wookie barks and wags his tail. There's a sensor on his collar that allowed him to pass through the force field that keeps him back.
Skye gets a wag and a sloppy dog kiss while Ward hesitates, staring at her aghast.]
He had to do what he could.
Give up what he could.
It had been Mercedes Merced, one of their other therapists who had suggested an animal after being assured that he wouldn't kill the creature.
"Grant Ward is, in essence, an enemy combatant. A brainwashed enemy combatant."
"Agent Merced..."
"There are different kinds of brainwashing. Some a lot worse then what we can do here. I think that Wookie will be good for him."
Coulson had sent in the golden retriever (was it wrong he felt over protective? Something about the dog reminded him of Captain America - of good things the other man no longer deserved.) with half a salute. They slid in his food and water with Agent Ward's and it was enough to wait for the other man to wake up.
And Wookie was good for Ward. Coulson observed that, every single time the other man examined his tray and got that desperate haunted look in his gaze the dog was right there to press against his side and wag his tail. To sit on his shoes to keep him from moving.
He found himself reviewing the tapes long after Tripp had done so, just in time to see Ward wrap an arm around the creature in his sleep. Even expressing real emotion.
Skye is against the dog. He knows it, but Wookie's bonded to Ward and honestly there is something about the dog that really does remind him of Steve Rogers. He's pretty sure he'd hate him. Obviously, he's HYDRA but that dog, walking back and forth across the cell, playing tug of war over Ward's shirt.
That's what they've just done as Skye appears up at the top of the stairs, sliding his shirt back on as Wookie barks and wags his tail. There's a sensor on his collar that allowed him to pass through the force field that keeps him back.
Skye gets a wag and a sloppy dog kiss while Ward hesitates, staring at her aghast.]
I've got no strings, to hold me down;
Nov. 30th, 2014 10:36 amwolfintheherd[This is not what he expected at all. One iota.
Mostly because moving from HYDRA operative status to middle management has dulled his reflexes (no who's he kidding they're still great). But to actually come face to face with a project-
With a man -
With the kind of history that James Barnes has is shocking to say the least.
Even Garrett didn't really truck with Pierce's toys.
I've lost my mind. That's all he can think as he stands there facing down the other man's gun I've lost my mind because all I want to do-
Was take him back to Whitehall.
He swallowed down the boiling sense of nausea, of disgust at himself and kept his hands raised]
I guess those trigger words do work.
You still haven't shot me.
Mostly because moving from HYDRA operative status to middle management has dulled his reflexes (no who's he kidding they're still great). But to actually come face to face with a project-
With a man -
With the kind of history that James Barnes has is shocking to say the least.
Even Garrett didn't really truck with Pierce's toys.
I've lost my mind. That's all he can think as he stands there facing down the other man's gun I've lost my mind because all I want to do-
Was take him back to Whitehall.
He swallowed down the boiling sense of nausea, of disgust at himself and kept his hands raised]
I guess those trigger words do work.
You still haven't shot me.
Entranceway AU event.
Nov. 17th, 2014 11:42 pmwolfintheherd[All he knows is that everything's going to shit. This place on the edge of the map and the edge of forever is rolling in on itself and something about it is driving Skye and Coulson and Fitz crazy.
He could care less about Coulson, his heart rate rising only slightly for Fitz but Skye...
He watched her bang her head into walls, scream and claw at her wrists. Well isn't that a kick in the nads?
His emotions were all over the place, but she was dangerous now. Too dangerous to not be watched and somehow the two of them together...
She would curl up sobbing. She'd stop hurting herself and hurting others which is why he's haunting her presence, dogging her footsteps, a ghost - but he couldn't stand to watch it anymore which is why he's handcuffed her to the table.]
Skye this is for your own good.
He could care less about Coulson, his heart rate rising only slightly for Fitz but Skye...
He watched her bang her head into walls, scream and claw at her wrists. Well isn't that a kick in the nads?
His emotions were all over the place, but she was dangerous now. Too dangerous to not be watched and somehow the two of them together...
She would curl up sobbing. She'd stop hurting herself and hurting others which is why he's haunting her presence, dogging her footsteps, a ghost - but he couldn't stand to watch it anymore which is why he's handcuffed her to the table.]
Skye this is for your own good.
LA MUERTE OPEN POST
Nov. 4th, 2014 11:10 pmsadegg
If your character wants to talk to an afterlife goddess this is the place:
If your character has died chances are she's familiar with it.
La Muerte is not the nicest goddess in the universe. there are rules to life and death.
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Nov. 4th, 2014 08:30 pmsadegg
Grant Ward | Bobbi Morse | Howard Stark | Peter Quill | Clint Barton | La Muerte | Bucky | Lindsey McDonald
