#shieldagentwarner

[asecretagentleman]

@ulf-archive had the kindness to grant my wish in exchange of a few bucks.

@agentbrompton; Jean; @shielddeputydirector and @shieldagentwarner having a deserved coffee break.

@zzapzzaptasers I really wanted to include you in this commission but I couldn’t decide of a pose worthy of your great muse so I imagined that she was the one taking a candid photo of that moment. like :

I have this kind of moment in my head each time I think about my muse. He is only himself surrounded by women.

Everyone inspired by this is invited to drabble and/or RP around it. I just want to ignite inspiration and ideas.

[shieldagentwarner]

Let's Go to the Movies...

She waited up in the flight centre with the ever-present coffee in hand...iced this time, in a cup with a straw.  She smiled and shrugged off the looks she got from the flight crews passing through.  She'd opted for a long beige corduroy pencil skirt with a brown cowlneck sweater and boots to match, in deference to the time of year and snap in the air.  

Her watch ticked another minute by, and she had that same usual anxiety.  Would he show?  Would he bail and give her an excuse?  Would he not show at all with no word?  The last was unlikely, or so she hoped after talking with him.  The second option was the more frequent scenario, and she had already made up her mind to go - even if it ended up being alone again.

[asecretagentleman]

BODY LANGUAGE.                          bold what applies + tag mutuals to do the same in a new post !

tagged by : @foxxentric tagging :  @agentbrompton @shielddeputydirector @shieldagentwarner @zzapzzaptasers & anyone who would like this:*

defensiveness.

arms crossed on chest /   crossing legs   /   fist-like gestures   /   pointing index finger  /    karate chops   /   stiffening of shoulders  /   tense posture   /   curling of lip   /   baring of teeth

reflective.

hand-to-face gestures   /   head tilted   /   stroking chin   /   peering over glasses   /   taking glasses off — cleaning   /   putting earpiece of glasses in mouth   /   pipe smoker gestures   /   putting hand to bridge of nose /   pursed lips, knitted brows

suspicion.

arms crossed   /   sideways glance   /   touching or rubbing nose   /   rubbing eyes   /  hands resting on weapon   /   brows raising   /   lips pressing into a thin line  /   strict, unwavering eye contact /   wrinkling of nose of

openness & cooperation.

open hands   /   upper body in sprinters position   /   sitting on edge of chair   /   hand-to-face gestures   /   unbuttoned coat  /   tilted head   /   slacked shoulders, droopy posture   /   feet pointed outward   /   palms flat and facing outward   /   chin up

confidence.

hands behind back   /   hands on lapels of coat  /   steepled hands   /   baring teeth in a grin /   rolling shoulders   /   tipping head back but maintaining eye contact /   chest puffed up   /   shoulders back  /   arms folded just above navel

insecurity & anxiety.

chewing pen or pencil   /   rubbing thumb over opposite thumb   /   biting fingernails  /  hands in pockets   /   elbow bent/closed gestures  /   clearing throat /   “whew” sound   /   picking or pinching flesh   /   fidgeting in chair   /   hand covering mouth whilst speaking   /   poor eye contact /   tugging at pants whilst seated   /   jingling money in pockets   /   tugging at ear   /   perspiring hands   /   playing with hair   /   swaying   /   playing with pointer/marker/cane   / smacking lips   /   sighing   /   rocking on balls of feet  /   flexing fingers sporadically

frustration.

short breaths   /   “tsk” sounds   /   tightly-clenched hands  /   fist-like gestures  /   pointing index finger   /   rubbing hand through hair /   rubbing back of neck  /   snarling /  revealing teeth/grimacing   /   sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow   /  shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing   /   clenching of jaw/grinding teeth   /  nostrils flaring   /   heavy exhales

[asecretagentleman]

Use this website to make your muse into babies! Repost, don’t reblog!

Tagged by: @agentbrompton

Tagging: @shieldagentilona   @shieldagentwarner  @thedoveofshield  @thecolourblindmechanic  @agentsterling @agentweimaer and anyone else that wants to.

[asecretagentleman]

closed : Just wondering about the future, the present, and...

It was a lovely evening. As planned she had joined him in his quarters to share a coffee and the chocolates “mysteriously” appeared on his work station. They had laugh about those gifts that she was always living for him when he was not there. They had drink the entire jug of coffee in 3 hours. It was nearly midnight and now they were both fully dressed in the small bed of his exiguous quarters on that huge flying ship. That is he was on the bed and she was in his arms and they were looking at their connected hands, playing with their fingers interlacing, giggling and pretending to compare size. Jean was feeling brave and in love as if nothing bad could happen. Maybe it was because he was the one who had drink almost all the jug but whatever he was feeling lucky and he get to the real reason why he had invited His Sun to the privacy of his too small and cheap quarters.

During a long comfortable silence he innocently dropped an inquiry. “Did I told you, that a few days ago, a  friend of mine told me that she was pregnant with twins?”

[asecretagentleman]

Drabble/AU: sleeper agent : The leap of faith

((inspired/triggered by this occurs several hours after the crash))

Jean had nothing to do. The rescue was organized, DEM had arrived, the investigations and operations were going on. But Jean hadn't been invited, on the pretext that he was wounded, temporary blind of one eye and needed on Hazel's side. Well the last argument had really been used on last resort, to make him stand still, accept to be taken care of and postpone his own revenge ideas. Anyway, Jean knew that he could trust Zingari on this. Alastor's revenge will probably be more thorough and complete than anything Jean could imagine...

At one point in his life, he was persuaded that multiplying emotional attachment was the solution against the pain. That atrocious pain he always felt. Since his very first day of existence, nobody ever stayed for him. Therefore it was easier to make fidelity oath to organizations not men and safer to love several women not just one. Because she could leave, she would leave, like everyone else. They always leaved, sometimes because they discovered that they were not alone in his crowded heart. Always making a little hole behind them but it was easy to don't focus on the hole.

It was an unconscious choice that he never questioned. It seemed a good idea. It worked. Until today...

Today, Lady Maria had been slaughtered, by Liliana. Today, Tabitha had died alone in silence, in pain, crushed at her work station. Today, Virginia was missing, Kristi was missing, Meredith was missing. How many more? Today his heart was so full of holes that it was hardly holding together. But it was still beating, surprisingly, because of her, because of one woman. Only one. Just one.

When he knew he could have lost everything, including his life. He stood up and didn't thought of anyone but her. Every other woman in his life was absent form his mind at that moment. He could have tried to save himself, but he had to save her. His life wouldn't have been possible without her. Only her. Just her.

So he had put his life in trial to get to her. Without thinking about anything except the fact that he wanted to see her. As always, in moment of distress he wanted to see her. As always, in moment of danger he wanted to save her. She was only one woman but she was his Princess.

She was unhurt and now he knew why she wasn't, why she couldn't. But he also knew that it didn't change a thing: He would come to save her even if he could be hurt in the process and she couldn't. He needed to see her alive or die trying to see her.

Now that he was a her side, He was wondering since how long his heart was beating for her without his stupid brain noticing that fact. Act in consequences was a huge leap in the unknown, maybe the more dangerous thing he could ever do.

"Jean?" Hazel was looking at him in concern. He realized that it has been a too long time that he had been silent. Even now the words weren't coming. He gulped. She took his hand. "Caneton, what's going on?" He rested his forehead on hers, wondering how often they had been so close, in unison, without closing the last gap between them. "You will never leave me, right? Princess, you won't left me alone, would you?" Hazel smiled sadly. "Only if you promise to don't leave me, because I would miss you." She frowned "Why do you ask, that?"

To answer her question, he closed the gap and connected his lips to hers.

[asecretagentleman]

Manifestement OOC : Hydrafeels and post CA2 plots

Those plots have become a recurring reason of angst for me. I think I know why : I care a great deal about what others want and not enough about what I want. So now I'm gonna do the contrary for a change.

I want the helicarrier to be safe somehow (I don't care how and I'm glad that everyone seems to agree with that.) I have an ongoing thread about that occurring during the CA2 :TWS events so it's cool.

I want Jean to be asked to surrender to French authorities and accepting to do so. (Maybe Maria could do this)

I want one or two heartbreaking fluffy threads about that decision (with Hazel and Tab maybe more people?)

I want Jean to be legally "saved" from French authorities (Again I see Maria in this and maybe some of Stark's lawyers? good thing that I know someone who happens to have made a Tony side blog today, lucky me)

I want to tag everything hydrafeels and keep a main verse where SHIELD is still up.

I want to tag that post with the url of the people I think I should plot with.

I would be very happy if they proved to be interested

[shieldagentwarner]

AU: Sleeper Agent

Dying.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. 

Who was she trying to convince?

The Helicarrier had been struck down and the crash was just a preview of hell.  She wasn't sure if she'd be going there.  She hoped not.  She didn't want any more than she'd seen here on the bridge.  She'd never been sure of heaven or hell until this moment, and she really hoped she qualified for a halo and a cute little robe and maybe some wings.  

She had done her job up until the very end.  Sitting at her console on the bridge, calling out for assistance, sounding alarms, hailing bases in quick succession to warn them of possible sabotage ....some responded, others were eerily silent and she could only imagine the worst, but had no time to reflect as she continued to go down the list and do what she was supposed to do, try to save more lives by pushing information.  Communications would go down in its best form.

She'd had a good life.  It wasn't easy, though.  She was a spazz, she knew, and couldn't ever shut up.  Ironic that now, at the end, she couldn't manage a sound.  She could only stare up at the warped ceiling and try to swallow blood and bile as she drew ragged, painful breaths.  Her console was collapsed on top of her, pinning her from mid-torso down, and she was fairly sure there was a lot crushed there.  

Her father would be devastated.  He'd been so proud of her.  He'd been her lifeline through all her trials and tribulations.  They'd been a family, small and complete by themselves.  I love you daddy.  I'm so sorry.  I'm so ...so sorry.  Silent tears welled up and rolled out of the corners of her eyes.  She'd never see him again.  

It was getting harder to breathe.  She could hear the moans of her fellow crew members, those who could still moan.  She could hear the creaking of the metal hull and structure...it was never meant to rest on land.   Smoke and the sharp smell of broken electronics mixed in with a deeper scent, blood, she dimly realized.  She swallowed again...she needed to cough but couldn't even begin to think how.  It hurt too much to breathe let alone that sort of thing.  She was terrified and couldn't move, couldn't speak or yell or focus on anything and was alone.  Alone...no...

Jean.  That was the thought that came to her mind and stayed, calming her.  His dazzling smile, his kind eyes and marvellous voice.  His gorgeous laugh when he was happy, the giddy giggle when he was really amused, the sexy purr to his voice when he was in an amorous mood.  He'd been the best thing to happen to her in her short life.  The first time she saw him, the first time she heard him, the first time they shared coffee, the first date, the second date, the first time they made love, the last time they made love, the last time she saw him....just last evening on a brief break...it all flashed through her mind and she really did sob, no matter the pain to her torso and the extra blood it forced from her veins into her swelling abdomen.  She'd never see him again, and that was the worst of it.  He'd never know.  She was a communications expert and she'd failed in a basic, vital human thing with him.  

Jean....I loved you.  I never said it, we weren't there yet, but I loved you.  Please....please, God.  Let him live.  Spare him.  Spare...him...please.

The last sob ended in a wheezing rattle and slight gurgle as she passed from this world.  She was only human, but she'd done her job until the end.  Maybe that would earn her the wings and the halo and the cute toga, and a chance to watch over the two men she had loved very dearly.

Maybe.   

Maybe.  

There was no one left to convince anyway.

[asecretagentleman]

((from Tabitha)) She laughed when Jean stopped and stared at her in the corridor of the ship. Okay, the headband with the mistletoe hanging on it was a bit absurd but good GOD it was making her laugh to see everyone's reactions. And she'd gotten a few smooches on the cheek for it so far. She crooked a finger to this one, however and grinned. "Come on, Monsieur. Don't keep a girl waiting..."

Enjoying the trap, Jean grinned. “At your service, Mademoiselle.” He quickly get closer and dragged her in his arms.