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Bunch of damn cockroaches. That’s what they were and he was going to stick with it. Actually...No, ants would better describe what had just happened to him, but it was also his own damn fault. Junho nearly did not show up as there was an inner conflict that burned within him. Should he fight for the greater good or just wait it all out to see who won. Standing from the sidelines, letting people from both sides fight and die because of their beliefs. Such a same the world has come to this once again. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he was charged at by a man. Moving aside to avoid the blunt weapon aimed at his head, Junho struck out with his elbow and struck out his leg to bring the man down before delivering a swift kick to the face. Should knock him out or keep him down for a bit, after all, steel toed boots hurt like a bitch. “Bunch of damn ants....Making me late” He grumbled as he looked around to find his team since he had arrived right as the fight began and continuously being detained from getting further in. Although  it also did not help the sight of the kind of gear HOPE personel had. He had to keep moving and hope to the higher ups or whatver kind of god lived up there that his team had survived this far into the game. 

Pain sliced his cheek the moment he caught sight of the woman who was the captain of the team. Ducking down to avoid more gun fire, he realized that an agent of HOPE had tried to sneak up on him, just like they had been since he arrived late to the game. 

“About time you joined us, pretty boy” James called out as he swung the rifle around to take down another member of HOPE. Well, more like incapacitate them as best he could. Not his fault if they ended up dead. Glancing back at Rogue and Harry, he called out. “I’ll catch up. Fly boy! Keep the path clear for me if you can. Our last team member finally arrived” 

James was glad that the entire team was here now, they could sure use all the help they could get at this point. Standing up from his hiding spot, the detective charged toward Junho, shouldering the rifle and bring out the hangun so that he could take down the enemy if they got too close to him or the other. 

“I got stuck and you’re a pretty good shot for an old man” responded the taller man as he stood up and smirked. James chuckled a bit and nodded back toward Rogue. “I’ll brief you on what our captain said. Come, we got some damage to do. Got any weapons on you?” 

Getting a nod in return, James proceeded to relay what Rogue told him and Harry as they both made their way back toward them. Taking down any who came too close between the bullets James fired and Junho’s backup until they catch up. 

“She has laser eyes?” 

James had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from busting out in laughter at the comment. “That she does, but focus on the task at hand pretty boy” 

@thenamesrogue

Ground War || Mission 3

Post Order: @thenamesrogue, @detective-jamesdwyer, @gwynxapxnudd, @codenamemalachite

Location: HOPE headquarters

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Junho snorted at the mention of picking sides and having conversations with their friends and families. Lucky for him, he did not have to do such a thing and at the same time, he knew the whole ordeal in picking sides. Years he worked as a double agent only to end up walking the fine line between the two after they went dark. It still made him wonder if they found out and were waiting for the opportune moment to corner him. Either to kill, imprison or interrogate him. Dark thoughts filled his mind as he listened to the two talk, weighing the different choices that were practically at his doorstep. 

Annoyance flashed in his eyes as he directed his attention to the two after they have spoken. “While I can’t help but agree with daddy’s boy over here concerning a mob hounding the two of you no matter which side you choose, but I say, stay neutral. Show no preference” His words may or may not fall on deaf ears and he knew that could be the case considering they did not know him nor did he know them. Other than they were rather public figures. While he worked in the shadows. With a shrug, the spy moved from the window to a chair and turned it around so that he was straddling it, arms casually resting on the back of said furniture and kept the two men in his line of sight. 

“Just a suggestion. I have no interest in getting involved in politics, nasty stuff.” Junho almost wanted to be open and say that he was just gathering information, seeing where people stood before...A frown appeared. Before what? “And nothing will stop a mob from forming. They will look for anything to give them the excuse to rally together and cause chaos.” 

@antispidermenace

Politics and History

Mission 5

Team: @antispidermenace , @gwynxapxnudd , @the-darkness-ismy-friend , @codenamemalachite

Starting location: Jameson’s office, Daily Bugle building.

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He should not be here...This was not the place for him to actually make a decision with all the shit hitting the fan now. Junho should have gone to both of his superiors and spoken with them instead of sitting in the office of the Editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle and yet, he had a feeling that even if he did speak with them, they would have only given vague answers. Most likely force him to choose a side as it seems to be the reoccurring theme these days for double agents. 

In all honesty, he would pick neither SHIELD nor HYDRA at this point. Not after he took sometime to himself to reevaluate life decisions and then came back to find out about this organization called HOPE. Things have been rather busy it seemed. At least he still had one friend that still looked out for him and spoke up about this meeting after finding a way to get him inside without much explanation. A nobody like him that lived with one foot on the good side while the other on the bad, but it seems that line was about to blur soon. Leaving those that stood in between to come to a life changing decision. Much like Jameson, the OsCorp brat and whoever the girl was. 

 Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall and gazed out of the window of the office, watching as life continued on without a care below them. Ignoring the fact that Jameson threw down the latest article of the Bugle onto his desk, even the words that were spoken. Jaw set and eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts being forced back to clear his mind. Shutting down any emotion that was deemed unnecessary at the moment on hand. 

Keeping his gaze focused on the cars moving about below, he listened to the introductions and thought of them to be utterly useless. Why introduce oneself when either of them might end up as an enemy in the future? Might as well go with the flock until it was time to pull away and forge his own path. “Junho” 

@antispidermenace

Politics and History

Mission 5

Team: @antispidermenace , @gwynxapxnudd , @the-darkness-ismy-friend , @codenamemalachite

Starting location: Jameson’s office, Daily Bugle building.

This was it. He’d known this day would come sooner or later, but even then this was a little sooner than Jameson had ever imagined. He was expected to pick a side: HOPE and the others who were anti-mutant, or the mutants themselves and the other powered people and their allies. It was not a choice the Editor-in-Chief could make lightly. No one could …or at least they shouldn’t be.

It made him feel a bit better knowing he was not the only one having to make such a decision. Some of those other such people had been gathered to his office so they could discuss the matter, away from all the crowds outside.

He had cleared away a lot of the papers and folders cluttering his office, storing them safely aside to make room for his guests and had even had a couple of extra seats brought in. All on the opposite side of his desk to his own, but still there. Jameson had expected a few more people to show up, but obviously they had better things to do; or perhaps they were scared of what may happen if people don’t like the choices they made?

In an attempt to push aside any nervousness, Jameson cleared his throat and tossed a recent copy of the Bugle down onto the empty desk before them.

Mutants Riot; HOPE Attempts to Resolve Conflict

“I am assuming you have all read this? If not, now’s probably a good time to get familiar with it. This whole issue is getting very bad, very fast and they’re expecting big names like mine and Oscorp to pick sides. Now- I’d like to thank you all for coming to, hopefully, have a more civilised conversation than most are about what to do in regards to this whole…mess.” Jameson said before sitting down in his chair, clasping his hands together on his lap.

“But first, we should probably at least make sure we all know each other’s names ‘ey?” he suggested, doubting they all knew each other. Jameson himself only vaguely recognised the Oscorp boy. What was his name again: Henry? Harvey?  Harley…?

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As much as he wanted to kick his bike, let it fall onto the pavement and walk away, Junho could not bring himself to actually do such an act. The bike was one of his very first purchases after moving to New York and it had never let him down, even when he was dragged through Hell and climbed back up. It took him places. “I swear to god...if this is just some stupid problem I’m going to light you on fire” An empty threat of course, but it was muttered under his breath as he reached into the travel tool box for a wrench, blindly grabbing the first thing his fingers touched. 

Cursing under his breath, the man dropped the screw driver and actually turned his head so that he could see what he was grabbing this time around. All he wanted to do was get home to his, most likely dusty, apartment and call it a day. Perhaps order Chinese food because something told him that there would be nothing edible at home, he vaguely recalled that the milk had expired a few days before he left on his little vacation. Not that he could truly enjoy a real one unless he was dead or deemed mentally unstable by the psychologists SHIELD hires. At least they were more caring than his other bosses. Bunch of green, spandex wearing freaks. 

He just hoped after the bike was fixed, the news would brighten his day but from the newspapers he’s glanced at so far....Doubtful. Wonder what kind of curve ball is going to be thrown at me. Frustrated, Junho angrily ran his right hand through his hair and sighed. Only to flinch in surprise at the woman who just crouched down to his level and spoke. Great...he was losing his touch in being aware of his surroundings. Fuck. At least she was easy on the eyes. “If you can work your magic on fixing my baby here, I’ll do anything for you that is reasonable” 

@morphinemechanic

Just an ordinary day || Junho & Aeron

Aeron trembled, dropped two pills into a small porcelain bowl, ground them and spread them on a round mirror. She chopped the powder up into two lines and frantically searched for something to snort with. She was covered in sweat,  mind racing as flashes of Marcus Pike staggered through, with a fear that gripped her by the throat. She found a five dollar bill, rolled it into a straw and dragged it over the first line, snapping her head back as pupils constricted, injecting herself with a wave of calm. She dragged the bill over the second line.

For hours, she just laid there, in a haze of tears leaking from her eyes. She rolled over cradling herself under the covers as she faded away into a blur of emptiness. She woke as the sun was setting. Aeron showered, dressed in dark jeans, a tank, and a leather jacket. She shook out her wild hair, applied a small amount of makeup, and headed to a bar around the corner.

New York had gotten frightfully cold in January, El Nino battering its full assault all across the east. Aeron tugged the scarf around her face tighter, hoping it would help, which it didn’t. She could only hope to walk faster to her destination and get a whiskey to warm her up. Turning the corner she stepped over into the parking lot making her way to the door when a biker caught her attention.

Hunched over a beautiful Kawasaki Ninja 300 SE, he seemed to be having some trouble. Aeron couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with a new toy, he wasn’t so bad to look at either.

“Bike trouble? Need a hand?” She crouched down to his level, with a grin on her lips.

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He just wanted the pain to stop. Both physically and mentally, even though the pain on the inside had been locked away during his time in hiding after the battle. It was almost unbearable really, but he managed to get by without taking his life. Which was surprising. Junho had been stripped bare for all to see. Naked and weak, angry at himself and the world around him. Unable to think straight and let his emotions run wild. All that he had built up to destroyed and rebuilt over time. To be alone and just let the world pass by without a care. 

Junho was being an asshole anyway, pushing others away when they did nothing wrong. Which is what he was trying to do with the young woman who had apologized and inquired about his well being. Normally he would have just gone with it, tried to gain her trust and have her as someone he could fall back to or use for a job. Just like the others who had run their course and in the end, he hurt them and he just did not care. 

With a sigh, the man offered a reassuring smile toward her. Reminding himself that he was a changed man right now. The past was in the past. This was the present and he will use the lessons learned to continue on living even when the ghosts of the past came back to haunt him. Be it in his dreams or in the waking world. “Sorry...I’m being kind of an asshole while you are just being nice. Some company would be nice until I can withstand the pain and go home...If you want” A simple invitation. Her rejection would not bother him nor would her acceptance, as awkward as it would be since he knows nothing about the woman much less what they could talk about. Sitting in silence was another option, but that would mean Junho would get lost in his thoughts and that usually spelled trouble these days. 

Bird friend? Ah, Larry. “For a spry little shit, he’s alright. Want him?” A man could try giving up a rooster for a woman. 

@my-ancestors-protect-me

A man and his co...Rooster || Junho & Open

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Junho wasn’t sure for how long he had been staring at the cigarette lazily held between his index and middle finger. Watching as the smoke slowly drifted up, swirling into unknown shapes. The heat from having been lit still eating away at the stick, leaving nothing more than half of it in ashes that still clung to the cancer stick. The man had only taken one inhale and ended up getting lost in his mind. And yet, there was nothing to think about.

Everything had been resolved while he was away. Locking everything back up. The past, memories that made him lose his cool and the goal he had set for himself. The revenge that he brought upon Jericho and then Scathe, but it was not enough at the time. He wanted to bring down the entire organization to its knees before setting it ablaze. Watch it from afar, taking joy that he had completed his vow and that the very family that had been ripped away from him can now rest in peace. Yet, there was a little voice nagging in his head. Quietly whispering anytime he thought about it. Is revenge truly worth it? Many people have said that revenge did nothing. It did not fill in the emptiness that was left behind after tragedy nor did it bring back the dead.

A sad truth that Junho knew was coming once it was all said and done, but once his mind was set, his stubbornness took hold.

“Dammit…” The man let the lit cigarette fall from his fingers onto the sidewalk, using his boot to stamp it out before walking back to his Kawasaki Ninja 300 SE that was parked near the convenience store in...Whatever the hell the town was called. He had decided to take a small trip away from New York, leaving Larry with a neighbor after some talking. He had planned on visiting Detroit but caught wind that it may not be that easy to stroll in and see how much has changed since the last time he was there. Getting thrown into prison was not appealing right now. So visiting a nearby city will have to suffice. Take in the sights, clear his head some more and see what was out there. 

What did the world have to offer as he waited for...What? SHIELD to come to his door to get answers? For HYDRA to drag him out into the open and hang him dry? A new lease in life? Whatever it was, it sure was taking its damn time and made him restless. 

But this little trip also had him ready to start screaming. As soon as he had arrived into the town, his bike decided breakdown and the man was lucky to even make it into the parking lot of the store before it gave up. Junho sat down beside his backpack and the travel tool box he took with him and started to inspect the engine once more. Just in case he missed the issue. If nothing was found this time around, then his conclusion will be the battery. “Stupid piece of shit...Just had you serviced too. Fucking mechanic” He muttered to himself as he resumed the inspection. 

@morphinemechanic

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Junho moved his head, eyes shifting from the sky to the young asian woman apologizing to him. Bowing as she did do. He smiled a bit, trying to let her know that it was ok but it came out more like a pained grimace. Ribs still on fire along with the rest of his injuries that were still healing, screaming from not taking enough time to rest up before being up and walking. “You’re fine, it happens. Especially in a busy city like New York.” He replied and let his eyes close as his head leaned back again. Taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly. Trying to focus on something else on than the pain that was being rather stubborn. 

When she asked if he was all right, he really was not sure on how to answer her. Yes or no. It would be a lie if he said yes, but he did not want to say no either. It was just who he was, never asking for help or wanting pity from strangers, much less people he knows. He wanted nothing and did not ask for anything in return. 

 So in silence he sat, Larry still making noises from the box in his lap and his eyes opened so that he could look at the woman again, offering another smile.”I am. Guess this was the powers that be telling me that I should have stayed home instead of wandering about” Just keep things light, funny. No need to have a stranger worry over nothing. After all, she didn’t do anything to injure him. He was the one at fault for being out and about as injured as he was, but that never stopped him. He was just a stubborn bastard living on Earth with a energetic rooster. 

@my-ancestors-protect-me

A man and his co...Rooster || Junho & Open

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“And I will help out as best I can. After all, what are wingmen for?” That was true. When he first met Jock they had started talking about one thing and it moved into picking up women. Wow...Just thinking about it made him cringe on the inside. Was he that much of an asshole? Ready to connect with people over the smallest things just for future purposes. That was all he was trained to do. Get close just to tear a human being apart. He could still do it but at a price now. Trying to be a changed man meant that everything will come at a price, but if it got him places then so be it. 

It was high time to find a new hobby. To forget about hurting the innocent, unless they hurt him first then they will pay for what they have done. Junho was going to make a silent promise. He was only going to go after those that have done some form of harm and if they were part of Hydra, then that was a bonus. 

It was then that he realized he accidentally tuned Jock out but came right back in when he said that he works in the White house now. He had also been taking a sip of his coffee and choked on it in surprise at the news. Coughing, the man gave Jock a thumbs up and once he finally stopped, he could speak. “Dude...you hit the jackpot there. Congratulations man, that’s pretty amazing” He wanted to know what he did there, what his job was. But had a feeling that it would seem intrusive and odd. After all, not everyone could openly say that they worked for the president. That usually started with ‘If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you’ sort of thing. He was unsure on how he should truly feel around Jock now. Happy? Worried? Mostly because it could mean many things for a man like Junho. 

Clearing his throat, he pushed aside all thoughts to focus on what was happening in the present. No need to think about the past or the future. He had to live in the present or suffer. “That is true and you have come a long way, doing what most try to do or have done but end up going back” He couldn’t help but offer a gentle smile at Jock’s concern. 

It was kind of him to offer another chance at life, but he doubted the White House would want a double agent in their midst. Much less someone who was supposed to be Hydra but hid in the ranks of SHIELD. “If only it was that easy...If only” He didn’t mean for that part to be said out lout, but there it was. Out for the world to hear. “I’ll have to stick around long enough until I can, but I’ll be sure to give you a call. I’m assuming you’ll be moving to be in DC right?”

@hackermanjock

Goodbye Past, Hello Future || OPEN

“Nah, man,” Jock said with a lighthearted laugh. “I might be killin’ it career wise but my love life is as shameful as ever. I really do need your help in that department, that’s why you’re my wingman ain’t it?” Jock shook his head as he laughed again. At this point, he might as well write off his love life and concentrate on the areas where he was able to succeed without screwing up so much. 

“My boss is pretty high up, not sure if you can get any higher,” Jock revealed with a smug kind of grin. He knew Hydra and HOPE were everywhere and revealing too much to the wrong person was something he definitely shouldn’t do but Jock didn’t like holding back seemingly innocent pieces of information from people he considered to be his friends. Was Junho truly his friend though? This was only the second time they had met and although they got on very well, that didn’t mean Jock could trust the other man. 

“I got a job in the White House so technically my boss is the President,” Jock said once he decided to go with his instinct to trust Junho with a limited amount of information. He wasn’t going to mention the work he did for SWORD or the work he had done for the X-Men and the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. He could keep things generic enough talking about his new role in Washington.

“Man, life is too short to do things you don’t enjoy. If your job ain’t for you, quit and find something that you’re passionate about instead. Take it from me, a former junkie who managed to find his feet about half way through his life, life shouldn’t be wasted on things that ain’t good for your soul.” A great deal of concern became clear in Jock’s tone as he spoke to Junho. It troubled him that Junho seemed to be so unhappy. “Hey, if you find yourself unemployed, maybe I’ll put in a good word with the White House people!”

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The stance said it all to Junho. There was something up with the man that bumped into him, eyes shifting and changing his stance in preparation for something. Or someone. Fight or flight. That’s what it was or paranoia. Junho had to remember that not everything involved secrets or fighting. Civilians lived in the city without much of a care in the world other than their day to day lives. Others on the other hand had to sleep with one eye open. Waiting for an ambush that may never happen in their line of work. Or worse, dying in the line of duty and fading into nothing. Just a small blip that goes by unnoticed. 

“Is everything...” He starred to ask, curious as to what had the other on edge. Was he an agent? A paranoid civilian that was about conspiracy theories? Or just a man on the run? But he stopped mid question when he was asked if he was from the area. In that moment, Junho’s mind went to work. Digging through his memory to recall places of importance, not that it would be of any help without knowing what a man on the run needed. But that train of thought diverted into faces he had seen over time. Some he could vividly remember while others had started to fade out over time. Did he know this man? Or was it one of those faces that could be easily mistaken for another?  “I am. What do you need?” The last part was more of a whisper as he stepped closer, making sure unwanted eavesdropping was minimized. 

His eyes started scanning the crowd, searching for anyone acting suspicious. Just in case the man was being followed and it was not a case of paranoia. There...a woman that looked determined and then seemed to switch gears, acting like nothing was wrong and she was going about her day. Interesting. Just who was he? 

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On the street || Ward & Junho

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“Good, because I would have just walked out and then back in to start over” Not really, but just something to laugh about right now. In the past, he would have been angry at someone like Jock. Jealous even, but it would never show. It would just be hidden inside, locked away for none to see. He had always been jealous of others that were able to lead semi normal lives. As not all were full of sunshine and sparkles. 

The man listened to Jock, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee and a bite of his muffin. Nodding when he was supposed to. This time, he was actually listening. While he had a feeling that Jock was not telling him everything, that was ok. Not like it was it was important for him to know. He’s lied enough about what he actually did, that not know what Jock does now is good enough for Junho. Kind of like payback. Especially if he did lie to the man before him. Shame. 

Always meeting the good guys and either doing what he does best to get information or just straight out lying to them. Now he was more self conscious about it. Damn...everything that has happened to him can really change a man. 

“That’s awesome though. You really hit it big time and here I thought it was mostly because you managed to get the girl without my help. New boss? If I may ask, what kind of job are you doing now?” He shouldn’t ask too much anyway. It might ring some bells if Jock worked for the government. “I’m thinking of quitting mine...It’s been a little too stressful since we last met and I actually just came back into town from my time off” 

No, it was more like he just up and left to clear his mind. Time off was never approved. No rest for the wicked as they say. Who did he truly work for? The bad guys or the good guys. That was the one question he needed to answer. What did he really want to do with his life. 

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Goodbye Past, Hello Future || OPEN

Jock made room for Junho to come over and join him at his table. Jock grinned back at his coffee companion and even barked out a laugh as Junho tried to recall his name. “Yeah, man, you got it right so no need to feel like an asshole.”

He nodded at Junho’s response to his question. Surviving sounded about right for so many people these days. Surviving meant living day to day and every day being a struggled to get through. Jock had been there and done that too many times to count. Just because life happened to be treating Jock pretty darn well for the moment didn’t mean Jock had forgotten what it was like to be ‘surviving’. 

“Life has been great actually,” Jock said, unable to hide how pleased he was to be able to say that. He was about to burst into giving Junho all the details of what had happened to Jock since they last saw each other but he managed to stop himself just in time. He had been told to be weary about who he told what to; not only from the political side of his life now he was working for the President but from a intelligence side as well thanks to SWORD. “Life’s been keeping me real busy. Most of it I don’t know how to believe, y’know? But yeah, it’s all good and I’m too busy to get into mischief which my new boss says is a good thing.” Jock chuckled.

He wanted to tell Junho about going up into space to fight the Foesitians and how he nearly didn’t make it back. He wanted to talk about Rory who didn’t make it home and how Jock still mourned for them. He wanted to tell him about how the President had requested Jock to work with him and how Abigail Brand had negotiated to get some of Jock’s time too. But with the threat of Hydra and HOPE being ever present, Jock knew that revealing too much was a bad thing and if he talked to the wrong people, everything that was good about his life would be taken away. It wasn’t worth the risk.

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He was genuinely surprised no one had raided his apartment while he was away. Finding himself in the storm that brewed inside. Clearing his mind. Finding his path once again. Plus, if anyone had raided his home and taken stuff or broken anything, he would be a man on the hunt. For he had left behind some items that still gave him hope. Still kept that little flame flickering away in the darkness that consumed him. Eating away at him. 

But that was the price to pay. A price he never knew about until Jericho, his Hydra mentor, decided it was time to make the payment. In which, that bit him in the ass as Junho easily made his mentor pay the price for doing so. While it brought him some satisfaction with revenge, it still did not bring his family back to life. It just left a hole that never closed. 

But that was not the point of today. He had set out to do some grocery shopping as the man ended up cleaning out the refrigerator due to a lot of the food spoiling while he was away. Along with the fact that Larry needed a better place to sleep on. No way in hell was that damn rooster getting on his bed. Not with the kind of attitude he was having. Stupid bird. The crowd he was wading through was getting on his nerves. Putting him on edge. This was bad. It seems that his brief stint in isolating himself. Hiding from everyone and everything. 

Gracefully, well as graceful as he can be, Junho managed to get through the crowd and turn the corner just to bump into a man. Taking a step back, hands in the pockets of his jacket, Junho flashed a smile. “Its ok man, no harm done” Although there was something going on. The man had glanced over his shoulder...He seemed to trying to get somewhere. In a hurry? No, not in a hurry. He was too calm to be in a hurry. Something else. 

“Pretty sure everyone is distracted these days after everything that has happened” 

@coldbloodedward

On the street || Ward & Junho

Sometimes, Grant wished he had a time machine or well…one of those gifted Hydra was so keen to recruit. There had to be at least one time traveller out there among the large, growing number of gifted…right? Maybe not. He’d never met, nor heard of one and how would it work anyway, when there were so many movies, shows and games that showed how bad time travel could make things?  Then again, there was already a lot of bad in his life, so Grant doubted such a thing could really make it worse.

He was already part of HYDRA after all…although he had been on a hiatus, kind of. After his escape from S.H.I.E.L.D and getting rid of his so-called family, he’d been drifting between helping the organisation and just doing as he pleased. Occasionally the two blended together.

Grant was on the lookout, as he always was, wary of anyone who could be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent his former teammates had sent after him. There hadn’t been as many since Detroit was destroyed, but he still stayed vigilant. From his seat on a bus, he was keeping an eye on a woman a few seats away from him, in the opposite aisle. She hadn’t spoken a single word to him, but had been suspiciously present wherever he’d been over the last few hours and was starting to bother him.

Not caring whereabouts in the city the bus currently was, Grant pushed the stop button and calmly got off before slipping into a nearby crowd, glancing back after a moment. He rolled his eyes when he saw the woman was heading in the same direction as him and continued on, eventually turning a corner, only to stop short after almost walking straight into a young man.

“Woah, sorry!” Grant said quickly. “I didn’t see you there; I was uh…distracted,” he added before glancing over his shoulder.

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Wingman. Hearing that very word it clicked. Mostly because the surprised look from the other threw him off and made him wonder that they have met. But with that single word, he remembered. That night at the bar. Discussion about Godzilla (was it Godzilla? It was something about Detroit in the beginning) and then it moved on to how bad the other was bad with woman. 

Junho couldn’t help but grin. This was unexpected, but very welcome. Especially with all the shit he had just been through. From a mission that nearly took his life to that final battle to save the Earth. He was all kinds of fucked up right now, but still managed to keep his sanity. There were important matters at hand and the world will keep on going no matter what. Crap...He now remembered that they were supposed to keep in touch. Junho was such a dick for not doing that, but it was mostly because there was a lot on his plate and he didn’t really care much for small fries. At that time. This time around, he was going to try and make things better. 

For his sanity. 

“Jock right? I really hope that’s your name or I’m going to feel like an asshole right now” Picking up his coffee and muffin, the agent decided to move over to Jock’s table so that they can comfortably converse. Play catch up. He couldn’t help but smile even more at the questions along with what may have happened to Jock. In which, Junho didn’t even know what the other did? Did he? He couldn’t remember all the details right now as he was trying to recollect if any lies were told. That’s all he did. Spin a web of lies. “I’m pretty sure I can handle what has happened to you, after all, a lot has happened since we last saw each other” 

Which was just their first meeting. “I’ve been....” He purposefully took a drink from his coffee to figure out how to answer another question. What can he say? He’s fine, gone through hell and back....”Surviving. How about yourself, Mr. Excited? Life been good to you?” It sure as hell wasn’t to him. 

@hackermanjock

Goodbye Past, Hello Future || OPEN

Jock blinked as he caught the other male’s voice, apparently answering Jock’s earlier statement. He wasn’t expecting an answer but he had gotten one anyway. He looked to his side and nearly gasped in surprise when he saw the familiar face. 

“Wing man?” 

Jock’s memory wasn’t the best, thanks to the years of narcotics abuse, but this face and the phrase ‘wing man’ definitely belonged together. They had met a long time ago (or at least it felt like a long time ago) in a bar, and they had discussed something about Jock being really bad with women. Maybe they had promised to keep in touch but that never happened. And now, out of the blue, they happened to be in the same coffee shop at the same time.

“Dude,” Jock said as he turned in his seat to face the other man more fully. He grinned at him, sure that his memory wasn’t playing tricks on him and he had met this man before. “You remember me, right? Man, of all the times for you to show up again. How’s it going? You been OK? You’ll never believe what happened to me since I last saw you. Actually you might considering everything that’s happened recently but I still don’t quite believe it myself considering my past and all that.” Jock stopped rambling and laughed at himself. His excitement about his new life was obviously overflowing and he needed to rein it back in.

“So yeah, how are you?”

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It really just never failed. Whenever someone got near Junho or touched him and Larry was around...Protective little fucker had to assert dominance or whatever it was that roosters do. He didn’t grow up on a farm and was kind of just winging it right now. So far so good. Maybe. A trained killer confused about raising a rooster. How odd was that. Extremely. A sigh of annoyance came out as the man shot an apologetic look at the other only to mentally facepalm himself. 

The cane. The glasses. Welp...what can he do. Junho’s look of apology turned into a cringe when the question was asked. Dark eyes fell upon Larry as he pecked at the others shoe. “Yeah...Sorry. He’s still a little...everywhere” What more can he say? Not like he ever encountered anyone else with a pet rooster. Were pet roosters even legal? He’s know people to have chickens in the backyard in smaller cities with more open room than a large city like New York. Especially when the egg was given to him by someone that saved his, Natasha’s and Jack’s life during a dangerous mission. 

Junho will forever be grateful to the Alaskan couple and hoped they were still alive so that he could meet them again one day and say thank you. Maybe even question why the egg.  Plus...how the hell will he be able to get anything done with an energetic rooster running around behind him. Coffee still in hand, he crouched down to wrap an arm around Larry to get him away from the other who just saved him from falling on his ass. But Larry wanted nothing of it and pecked him.  “Why you...” Ignoring the pain and the additional pecking, Junho picked up up and stood up from the crouch. 

Looks like another day pretending to be a mummy was in order. “Thanks again...I’d offer a cup of coffee at least, but...I kind of have my hands full right now and don’t think they would appreciate a energetic..Ow!...Rooster in there” 

@daringfire

Winter in Hell’s Kitchen || Matt

Whatever Matt had been going to say when right out of his head when something made an ungodly croaking sound, jumped to the ground, and headed towards them. Matt turned in the thing’s general direction, a look of utter confusion on his face. Feathers, claws, folded wings, a strut – but it wasn’t a pigeon. It took a moment for him to connect the horrible dinosaur sound with the bird and find an answer: rooster. Right. A young rooster whose crow probably wasn’t fully developed yet, who was stalking towards them with determination.

 Matt had already let go of the man who’d slipped, and now he stepped away farther, so as not to be in the bird’s way if it wanted to get to Coffee Man. “Is….” Wow. It shouldn’t have been that hard to accept that there was a rooster on the sidewalk, but then again, this was New York City. Roosters weren’t even legal – which this one didn’t know. For a moment, Matt questioned his sanity. Maybe he was still hallucinating…? 

But the bird pecked at his shoe. Real. Real cock. 

“Is this your…” he couldn’t let himself say it. “Your rooster?”