lest want a couple more years of learning how to stare men down from him before i fully move in on his territory.
keeping staying at mine and my neighbours are going to start thinking i’ve either moved out or finally settled down.
actually, why haven't you already? i'm pretty sure you're a threat to his job even if you don't remind him every week.
and if i want to stay on your good side, i need to show off my laundry skills— and occasionally take out the trash as a thank-you.
fingerprint pressed into biometric scanner, screen above bringing up the name and photo of the woman who yanked open large heavy door to the shooting range.
leaving door to click behind her as heels tap across concrete, stepping inside a few feet. stopping, arms crossing +
still never let him get too comfortable, always needs that edge of paranoia to get him through the day. at least once a week i threaten to take his job.
would be pissed but seeing as they are always washed, pressed and folded on hand back it’s more convenient way of doing +
i don't remember a time he's ever taken my threats seriously— at least not since i was cleared to join shield.
fair point. plus, your clothes actually fit me when i need a change. one thing, though... will you ever restock your fridge? +
terrible friend? please. you’re the golden child, could tell fury you plan to take him out he’d see it as fun.
sometimes hotels don’t cut it, the feel of your own place hits different. even if i don’t get there often. plus where else are you going to break into when you’ve +
god, you're a terrible friend sometimes.
honestly, you'd save a fortune just booking a hotel whenever you're tired of the office. you clearly got the short straw on this one— i'm actually starting to feel guilty for complaining. almost.
@WorldWar2guy “i’ll have you know rogers, i don’t brawl. i make them regret life choices that lead to trying to take me down. plus plans sort of happen rather than trying to be organised.”
going to pass that onto him; it’ll gain a laugh and likely a promise to scare you one day without it.
seemed only fair to leave him a knee; always the option to take it out at a later date. remembering the pain is great fear.
last time? last weekend, if i remember correctly +
i only ever saw it off once, and i don't wish to repeat the experience. it's like when you wear glasses and a baby suddenly doesn't recognize you without them.
but you left him with the other knee to stand on? lucky bastard.
when was the last time you slept in a bed that +
@_The_Widow upwards; stone face she maintained at work loosened up.
“never shall i turn down a drink, as long as you don’t mind me ranting about how it all could have been an email i could have ignored.”
@_The_Widow “temping to film myself saying ‘i can not comment, confirm nor deny current active missions’ and save myself the hassle of even turning up.”
maria did not join in with the laughter yet corners of lips twitched +
even i need to do a double take when the patch isn’t worn; feels almost foreign and i spend more time with him than his own wife…
said asshole is currently in custody needing a new knee. more insulted they sent ex-military after me; not even special forces.
now that's a start. let's see how long the universe actually lets that silence last.
i swear the eyepatch is a personality trait at this point; i can't really imagine you rocking the look. did you at least break the asshole's face?
@_The_Widow how i imagine teaching kindergarten is like. full of idiotic ideas and plans, when nobody inevitably listens. know i’m going to need a lobotomy and a large strong drink second it’s over with.”
@_The_Widow “high chance of a step too far, doubt that man has ever paid attention to what is wrote down.”
eyes roll skywards at the thought of the eccentric billionaire they all loved to hate for his outlandish ways.
“quiet day? sure you don’t want to switch? congress is +
@_The_Widow “pass me a piece of paper and a pen; i’ll even sign it for you.”
relaxing back into the office chair, a moments break from a hectic schedule. raising mug to lips to take a careful fist sip.
“god that’s good.”
quietest of short laughter followed. mug back on +
that double sided coin; needing to drink because of the job although needing to be sober to do said job. phones on silent, no work… for now.
we don’t need me losing an eye and making a full transformation into fury. some asshole got a lucky swipe in, couple days it’ll heal.