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"More maintenence?"

"Well yes. See the thing is, it needs to be regular to be effective."

"But it was done only a couple of days ago, wasn't it?"

This guard. He irritated his superior. He was the only one that bothered questioning anything.

"Sir- are you sure they're really doing maintene-"

"YES!" The Englishman hissed. "The official answer is yes! But if you don't stop irritating me, you'll be the first to officially find out where Bancroft really went!"

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"Where is he?"

"Temporarily moved. We need to do regular maintenence on the cell to make sure it's still EMP proof."

"But he has an inhibitor?"

"True, but do you really want to take that chance? Do you know for sure he can't fry it?"

"Well...no..." said the guard. And he let it go. Why would he bother to question his superior?

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Did he need to elaborate? No. Project SABRE had failed, thanks to one SHIELD agent in particular, two if he counted the annoying one who'd thrown everything off.

Bancroft had been arrested and stuck in a high security medical room with his heart condition aggravated after Hartell turned on him. Yes, with the long absence after such a failure, the obvious assumption was that he had died because it certainly sounded better than being arrested and stuck in a cell.

"No. That will not be necessary, thank you." It was not a polite 'thank you' as he stepped inside past his friend, but one that was clearly a 'I'm annoyed and this is the end of the conversation'. Not that he expected Dietrich to actually listen to that.

"Please tell me you at least have some decent tea? All my good stuff had to be abandoned in my office."

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Both Holtzmann Enterprises and W.I.S.E. are at the point of their existence that both can function without his physical presence, He can run either of them from any of his locations in the world, in truth it’s how Dietrich has managed to keep his alternative identity a veiled mystery. That said he currently finds himself in his homeland, enjoying the home in which he feels most comfortable. A comfort however that today would seem short lived. 

Given both his legitimate and less than legitimate lines of work all his homes are securely protected. Motion triggers the remote targeting systems and they rise from the ground, guns trained on the intruder. Dietrich of course takes his time to walk to the monitors that display a live feed, after all there’s nothing to worry about, one wrong move and said intruder ceases to exist. His brow arches upwards as zooms in on the familiar face. Over the intercom comes his voice. “I thought you were dead.” 

It’s with that the defenses lower back into the in ground resting place, Dietrich opening the front door to see his old friend, “Elijah.” 

On the outside Bancroft’s response to the security was to hold his hands up, though only at chest height in a calming gesture rather than surrender. He had known the other man had plenty of security; why wouldn’t he? Bancroft could sense it all as he’d approached and could easily had fried it, but that was an expensive and time consuming thing to fix (yet he was still tempted to do so next time, just to mess with his old friend).

Internally, there was a brief moment of fear though, while he waited. What if the man wasn’t actually home and there was no one to call off the weapons? Then he would have to fry the system, unless he wanted to be shot…

I thought you were dead.

Bancroft looked offended for a moment then, after pausing to think about it, shrugged and tucked his gloved hands into his coat pockets.

Originally posted by ladyannelister

”It would seem— not, Dietrich,” it was clear in the way Bancroft said his name that he wasn’t happy. “Of course I am not dead! Why would I be?“ he knew exactly why one would assume him dead, but that didn’t stop him from his usual indirect way of speaking.

Whereas surely most people would appear tense given the situation Dietrich is the epitome of calm, perhaps a touch annoyed given the fact no prior word was given to either being alive or his stopping by but even still the other man leaned against his doorframe, arms crossing over his chest as he titled his head to the side in a slight show of amusement. It’s almost charming really, the soft smile that sits on his lips as he watches Bancroft’s hands lower from their initial level of surrender. 

His smile only widens at the way in which his friend says his name, it’s touchy and well they were close enough friends that annoyance with one another was fairly common. “Surely you don’t need me to elaborate on my assumption.” He looked at him and pushed away from the doorframe to step inside, a silent invitation for his friend to come in. 

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Ah yes, it's 'Damn it, Sterling ruined everything' day...

[September 23rd]

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the ability to create, shape, and manipulate electricity; a form of energy resulting in the existence of charged particles.

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“I would like to know what makes you think I would even work for you!” Bancroft asked with a huff as the Correction Officer’s guards shoved him into a cell now that they had reached the Raft. “Surely there is more to this than just you thinking I deserve harsher punishment? What work do you mean anyway? Cleaning messes around here?”

Jacen laughed and shook his head. “Oh, oh no. As much as I’m sure you and your ego would hate a task as simple as cleaning, I have much more important tasks than that. If you don’t…” 

He tapped the screen of his watch a few times and brought up the hologram screen again. This time though, it showed security footage of one of the other prisoners. Bancroft frowned, stepping closer to the barrier that now separated him from the younger man and his security team.

“You have that… that mercenary I once hired?”

“Yes. Brandon Riggs,” Jacen replied. “I hear he’s rather mad that you left him behind when you were broken out of your first prison in SHIELD. That and he never got the promised pay as a result of you both being arrested.”

“You would hand me over to him!” Bancroft realised. “But he is a thug. He- he could kill me-”

“With his strength? Oh I know. He probably could without it honestly. Old man like you…” Jacen smirked as he watched Bancroft back away and sink down onto the bed, seeing as he didn’t have a chair in his new cell.

“...so what is this work?” Bancroft eventually asked, his tone flat.

“You’ll see when I need you,” was all Jacen said before turning and leaving.

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Bancroft art! (mine)

This is his ’shut up before I zap you’ face. ⚡️⚡️⚡️

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David Suchet as Hercule Poirot

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the transfer

Bancroft was sitting at his little table in his cell when they came, all armed and covered in insulated tactical gear, specially designed for dealing with electricity. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at the sight. They all knew he’d been stuck with an inhibitor cuff on for… what was it now? Nearly a year by now, surely. Maybe longer. He’d lost track. There was no calendar to reference, just a clock on the wall outside his cell, visible through the reinforced window by the door. 

Following the armed agents (soldiers really) was a youngish looking man, early(?) thirties Bancroft guessed. He wore a suit with a red tie; his dark, chin length hair neatly combed back. Normally the Suits that came in looked uncertain or at least a little timid when they saw Bancroft. This man however looked neither. 

Bancroft didn’t bother moving from his chair as they entered, instead just watching as a pair of guards entered, weapons with their illuminated accents identifying them as ICERS pointed at him. The other pair of guards waited outside the cell, but the suited man entered. 

“Good evening,” he greeted Bancroft, casually taking the empty seat on the other side of the table. He had an English accent, somewhat softened by his time in the States.

“Good evening…?” Bancroft repeated slowly, carefully sounding it into a question. 

“Jacen Westmore,” the young man responded, holding out a business card, which he allowed Bancroft to look at, but not touch. 

“The…Raft?” Bancroft frowned after reading the man’s details. “So you know-”

“Yes, I work quite regularly with both SHIELD and Ross,” the younger man sighed, his tone suggesting it was a rehearsed response to a question asked of him a number of times before.

The Hydra agent’s frown only deepened in response to being cut off. “And what do you want with me?”

“Oh, they haven’t told you?” Jacen said as he tucked his card back into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. One corner of his mouth twitched, as if he were about to smirk but thought it better not to. “The investigation against you, Pierce and the rest of your ‘Project SABRE’ has been finished. Pierce of course is deceased so we only have you to hold accountable for the Project and your …extremely well-kept records are more than enough to incriminate you, even if the agent you targeted hadn’t given his story. SHIELD’s legal department has sentenced you to Life -what’s left of it anyway- in the Raft.”

“The Raft?!” Bancroft suddenly rose from his seat, holding up a hand out of habit.

As soon as he started even raising his arm though, the two guards pointed their weapons at him. It was only because Jacen held up a hand to signal them to wait that Bancroft was still conscious to finish the movement.

“Oh dear, been down here so long that you’ve forgotten, have you?” He said quietly, his tone no longer professional but mocking. He pointed at Bancroft’s left wrist, where instead of a watch sat his inhibitor cuff. “It must really hurt that big ego of yours, I’m sure; No one around here to manipulate. No chance of zapping anyone who annoys you…”

“I did not just ‘zap’ over small-” Bancroft started angrily.

“Oh no?” Jacen raised an eyebrow and pushed up the end of one sleeve. He pressed a button on the side of the watch he wore and a holoscreen rose from the small device, Jacen reading Bancroft’s case file off the floating image. “...’Clayton Weiss, Level 1 Agent from Internal Affairs…’ Held captive and murdered by you because he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time-”

“He was annoying!” Bancroft snapped. “Always making jokes like a little child!”

Jacen scowled at him. “That is no justification for what you did. It certainly doesn’t excuse the murder, or the repeated attempts to capture and manipulate SHIELD agents. Nor does it excuse the experiments you made records of, where you and Pierce reportedly pushed powered agents so far they wound up dead!” 

He switched off his holoscreen and rose from his chair. He was fairly thin, Bancroft guessed, but the younger man stood a little taller than he did (much to the electrokinetic’s annoyance).

“You’re lucky you got away with simply being locked in a cell!” Jacen hissed. “From what I’ve read of your records, not even the Raft is punishment enough for you.”

Before Bancroft could respond, he felt one of the guards’ ICER shots hit him. 

The next thing he knew, he was groggily lifting his head off the floor of a moving vehicle; his hands cuffed together. He huffed and let his head gently drop back onto the floor and laid there, glaring at both the handcuffs and the inhibitor that were locked around his wrists. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. We weren’t sure we had the correct dosage.”

“What?” Bancroft shifted to sit slumped against the wall of the van, breathing heavily after the effort while both groggy and handcuffed. “You… irresponsible little-”

“I really don’t think you’re in a position to be insulting me Elijah,” Jacen casually pointed out. He then lowered his voice, not that anyone but his own guards were present. 

It only occurred to Bancroft then, as the younger man got up from his seat that the van wasn’t currently moving.

“I may be formally recognised as a Superhuman Corrections officer, but I do have interests outside of work…”

“And why should I care?”

Jacen chuckled and walked over to crouch a short distance in front of Bancroft. “Because Elijah; I was going to offer you a job.” 

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Here at the Daily Bugle, we strongly disapprove of Mutants, Inhumans and all the other powered kinds causing destruction and mayhem across the world, especially here in New York.

That’s why I, J. Jonah Jameson am endorsing the newly founded PCU and their mission to end the threat before they end us.

The recent fights between powered groups have proved they can’t be trusted to live among us peacefully; they can’t even live with each other.

Registry, mandatory tracking and training is a must!

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//when you find things you made for old verses… (which i believe was his first real villain role)

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favorite movies watched in 2021

6. Going Postal (2010)

words… words have a totally different power – they enter in through our eyes and ears and work their way into our souls

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“Ah, but you must have a Christmas uncomplicated by murder.” - don't have a Christmas-themed painting to share but i did just finish this quick Hercule Poirot so :')

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Questioning

Bancroft sat with a frown. The room was small and bright. All he had to look at was his hands, cuffed to the table. Still locked with the power inhibitor on his wrist that he’d been surprised with back in Canada (how could he possibly have been prepared for a damn ghost?!). It was that, or the so-called mirror in front of him that the Hydra agent knew was one of SHIELD’s two way mirrors.

Ironically, it was on the other side of the glass that he had first encountered Ray Hartell for the first time. Bancroft had heard about the Comms agent who had undergone Terrigenesis and had quickly found himself helping SHIELD with interrogations. Bancroft, as the then Head of recruitment and training for that base, had asked to be allowed to attend and observe.

Eventually, a female agent entered. Despite the inhibitor cuff, Bancroft noted she openly wore a holster with an ICER in it attached to the belt on her pantsuit.

“Still working here, are you?” Bancroft asked snidely. “Thought they would have got rid of you after the first failed interview before I got away. What was your name again? Howdy? Hopeless?”

She was used to people trying to wind her up. They usually assumed that she would get too upset or scared and back off, or at least that she would forget she was waiting on an answer. She simply rolled her eyes.

“Agent Janine Hadley,” she replied calmly. “Still one of the top Legal Investigators here actually.”

And then there was the other, younger agent who entered the room.

“And a junior?” Bancroft laughed. “You really think a junior agent will help you get your answers?”

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Art meme. Art meme.

I jokingly put the Dali filter on and 😬

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Questions?

//I am in the process of (finally) writing out the questioning scene following:

- Project SABRE, both previously and the plan with Ray (@empatheticagent)

- the capture and murder of @theghostofagentweiss

- Bancroft’s break out from his cell in SHIELD and escape to Canada

- the Canada incident involving the capture and neglect of Ray Hartell

If anyone has any particular questions for Bancroft, send them via ask and I will work them in!

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~HIATUS~ until I’m in a better mindset/catch up on my main blog