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wolfintheherd[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.]
