#agentdeadeye

[fromtheshadcws-moved]

@agent-deadeye​  ♡‘d for a starter!

It had taken him surprisingly long to track the idiot runaway down, but patience was a goddamn virtue if you asked Reaper. 

Case in point: the lost prodigal fucking son, no longer sporting any kind of Talon gear but instead the ragged Deadlock getup.

No class.

With a sigh, Reaper gathered himself up and swooshed down, shotgun at the ready and nudging against Jesse’s back as a quiet reminder of how death could come to him so easily.

“I think,” Reaper rumbled. “We need to talk.”

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“You look like shit.” Sombra beamed over at the sniper, not looking much too good herself. The mission had gone pear-shaped, but they’d gotten out in one piece, and that was all that mattered.

“I’ve just ordered pizza. If you want some, you’re gonna have to get the door when it comes.”

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Omfg IKR?

HOW THE FUCK ARE WE MEANT TO SURVIVE?

[fromtheshadcws-moved]

friends in the darkness

@agent-deadeye : 

"We do not want you here... we want to be left alone. But everyone seems to find us so interesting, we try to hide and survive but they always come for us. Who are you? Are you with them? The hunters? They kept us locked away until we were strong enough to escape!" (Symbiote)

Gabriel furrowed his brow at how panicked the other sounded; the jagged breath, questions rattled off at the speed of sound as if he - they - were still being hunted. 

Which honestly might very well be the fucking case.

We know them, that familiar voice whispered in the back of Gabriel’s head, and he could barely stop himself from rolling his eyes.

No fucking shit, jefe, he thought to himself. And then, a little more gently: “Jesse, breathe. I- we- it’ll be alright. Just, fucking calm down before you draw even more unwanted attention.”

[spiderscanbehacked-blog]

“I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.”

“I’m something else? This coming from the terrorist cowboy in the 20th century?”

Sombra gawked at him, her eyes taking in his. She’d seen the picture of him in boots, spurs and a wide-brimmed hat. There was no use in denying it. 

A lot had changed since those days, but his signature stubble, angular jaw and mussed hair seemed like they’d frozen in time. 

“But hey, sometimes weird is good. See something you like?”

[fromtheshadcws-moved]

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

There’s a slight tilt to the mask, as if Reaper’s considering it. Then, a low chuckle. 

“No shit, Deadeye. I thought that was old news. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”