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Post by Snowglobe18 on Apr 16, 2017 16:16:08 GMT -7
Teresa watches him when he speaks and then she smiles. "Well it's good to see you too" she nodded. "But of course it's always good to see me, I'm awesome" she put her hand against her chest before laughing softly. It felt comfortable to be able to do this again. It felt like she hadn't been away but she definitely had. Things changed so much when two people hadn't been in the same room for a very long time. They had slowly started to pick up their friendship last year and now they were here and things around them were bad again but they swapped supernatural beings for Hydra. They swapped Mystic for the rest of the world and the last thing she wanted to do was lose her friend again. Now wasn't the time to talk about any of this.
Things were going to pick up in the missions department. Now they had established contact with the Hydra agents in South Africa, it would be all missions go. She doubted there would be time to come back here everytime after a mission, plus she really didn't belong here in his new apartment. She still had her own life in the bunker in Jersey. Arguing over who used the bathroom first and then complaining when someone was in there too long. It had felt like home in a world where nothing was certain anymore. At the beginning of the year she had been an agent in training. Teresa would have to rush off before breakfast on a mission and now the only thing she done before breakfast was training at the crack of dawn now she was part of a new organization with a new identity and wondering how the hell she would get her team together when they had to go out on a mission.
But she found that she had wanted to come straight to Stiles to tell him about what had happened on the mission, he would probably be the only one who understood that she had kicked ass against a foe that they had to get rid of. That and to get laid but that never happened. Her brown eyes looked down to her hands and pulled her lip in between her teeth. She was getting too comfortable with Stiles again and it frightened her if she was honest. Afraid that it would grow into something more, afraid that she would lose him forever like Steve. But instead of letting her thoughts out she looked up at Stiles and gave him a smile.
Teresa leaned forward and put her lips to his softly before pulling back and biting on her lip. "That is for reuniting two friends today"
Emily looked over at Caesar and smiled to herself before she brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his face. He was actually the most beautiful thing she had seen in a very long time. She loved that he worried about her but he didn't need to do it, she would be okay and would come through anything that did happen to her. The pain in her shoulder was actually bugging her and laying here now with Caesar was making sharp pains go through it. She gently moved his arm from around her before carefully getting out of bed. He was exhausted, she was too but he needed the sleep more than she did right now.
Emily got dressed into sweatpants and a tank top and was careful enough to pull her hair back before sliding out of the room, making sure she had the key-card with her. As she shut the door behind her quietly she looked down the hall and saw Tripp coming out of his room. "You heading out?" she asked to which he nodded.
"Yeah, Teresa wants me to go and pick her up from New York, I did say an hour but it's probably been longer than that" he admitted with a smile. "How's the shoulder feeling?"
"Like I got shot" she admitted and smiled.
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Post by Ray on Apr 16, 2017 17:14:36 GMT -7
They get dressed quickly -- Nat pulling on a pair of running shorts and an off-the-shoulder tee, Bucky slipping back on his combat pants and t-shirt, neither one of them going to much effort to make themselves look innocent of anything. There's no reason to. Nat has long stopped caring about what people think or assume of her, most opinions too childish and too stupid to break the shield of confidence she's built up over the years. Bucky is somewhat jealous of that. Jealous of how comfortable she feels in her skin. Jealous of how easily she can shrug off most insults and tittered cat-calls. While Bucky has never been the one to care about other's perceived notions about his sexuality, his skin isn't always thick enough to deflect other kinds of insults. Other kinds of accusations.
T'challa is already waiting in the command console, the second Hydra location Bucky surveyed for them blown up across the screen, notes sprawled in a long list on the left side. They seem to be the only three coming to this meeting this time around, the rest of the table completely empty, the first floor nearly silent.
"I assume the mission went well," T'challa says as soon as they approach, glancing away from the screen. There's no hint of a leering tease on his expression or in his words. "Already news outlets are reporting the demolition of the Wagner Bank."
"And I'm sure they're putting a lovely spin on everything." Nat replies sardonically, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. She bends a knee upwards towards her chest, foot resting on the seat, and laces her fingers around her lower leg. Bucky stands a little further back, his arms crossing over his broad chest, his human shoulder leaning into the wall. "You want us to go to Genoa next?" Nat asks, continuing the conversation without lingering too long on their last mission. Her eyes settle on the images behind T'challa, her brows narrowing.
"Omega Point." Bucky murmurs, staring at the images he himself captured. It was sunny that day in Italy, making it easy to capture images of Hydra trucks coming and going from the compound nestled in the hills just above the city of Genoa. He counted at least fifty men when he was there, armed with heavy artillery and surrounded by a stone wall.
"It is certainly a step above Wagner." T'challa nods, "But...unlike the bases in Russia, we have been granted jurisdiction from the UN in Italy. We can continue our war without starting global war."
"The UN does know that we will have to enter Russia at some point." Nat says, but there's a question in her eye when she looks to T'challa.
"They know. But they are still debating whether or not to give us the go ahead."
"Jesus Christ..." Bucky huffs under his breath, looking away and trying his best to keep his temper under wraps. This is why he didn't want to join this team. The legal binding of it all. The same government bullshit that allowed Hydra to grow in the first place. Politicians too scared to do anything.
"So we go to Genoa." Nat mutters, nodding and ignoring Bucky. "It won't be easy. Especially not with our small numbers."
"That...is what I wanted to discuss." T'challa admits, a sense of trepidation in his tone. Bucky notices, and turns his blue eyes back on the man. "It is my belief...that we use some of our...unused assets for this particular mission."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Apr 16, 2017 17:38:38 GMT -7
It took Tripp about half an hour or so to get to New York, get Teresa and then the same amount of time getting back. Teresa was usually talkative but this time around it seemed she was lost in her thoughts. The quietness in the back actually made it seem like the trip was longer than usual but Tripp never asked her about what was on her mind, she would come to him if she needed someone to talk too. In fact Teresa didn't even know they had landed until she saw Tripp getting up from his seat and then seeing the ramp lowered. "Home sweet home" she muttered before unbuckling her seat belt. She was tired, more than that she just wanted to get some sleep.
They headed in together but again the ride down into the bunker had been quiet. Teresa headed in the direction of her room once they had stopped on their floor. Tripp went into the kitchen.
She came to her room and swiped before the door opened and she was allowed in. Her shoulders were tense and she just wanted to sleep. But at the same time she felt like her mind was trying to take control of whether or not she actually got some sleep. She slipped out of her uniform, hanging it up on a hanger before she got into some other clothes. It had felt like two days had passed since she had slept but now that she was getting into bed it felt like the world wanted her to join in with the rest of what was happening in the bunker.
There had been noises that Teresa had guessed was people up and about but the last thing she wanted was to be called into another meeting, on to another mission or have another emergency happen. She felt tense from her visit to Stiles and she wasn't sure why she felt this way. What had changed so much in those minutes from Jackson leaving to her being called away by Tripp. Once in some pjs she fell back onto her bed but looked up at the ceiling.
Every time Teresa tried to shut her eyes there would be something that would shake her awake and make sure the frustration rising in her was more pronounced. This was literal hell.
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Post by Ray on Apr 16, 2017 18:41:15 GMT -7
"I don't want Asya being a part of this." Bucky says without a second of hesitation, staring straight at T'challa with an unwavering glare. But the man doesn't falter or look intimidated in the slightest, even if Bucky sees the subtle way his shoulders straighten. "She's had to deal with Hydra enough. It's not safe." He leaves his entire argument hanging on those words alone, unwilling to go into detail. There are some things better left unsaid. Some truths better left buried in the cold ground.
Nat says nothing, just lowers her chin and lets the conversation carry on around her. He already knows how she feels about the subject.
"She's also incredibly strong, resilient, fast, unafraid to take a hit, and fights in a way that I have truly never seen before." T'challa replies, the last few words falling off his tongue with a sort of honest bafflement. But Bucky's hard stare doesn't relent. "Having her participate on some sideline mission when she could be fighting Hydra seems like a complete waste of her potential. And a complete mistake when we are already completely overwhelmed."
"No." Is all Bucky replies, but the word carries plenty weight. T'challa presses his mouth closed, looks to Nat for some sort of guidance, before lowering his eyes to the table for just a moment as he taps his fingers lightly on the surface.
"She is not the only asset we could use." T'challa continues, bobbing his head slightly. Nat finally lifts her chin, and Bucky sees her look of confusion slowly turn into recognition. Her knee drops and she rises to her feet almost too fast, one hand extended slightly towards T'challa.
"T'challa, this is not the time or place to be having this conversation." She warns him, a low threat lingering in her tone. But T'challa is bolder than most. Bold enough to look Nat right in the eye and continue on his set path. Bucky watches them, a slow feeling of dread and apprehension building in his stomach.
"What asset." Bucky says, voice low, but they ignore him.
"The timing is appropriate." T'challa argues, sliding his golden eyes towards Nat, his words strong and authoritative, but keeping an even tempo when he could be yelling. "I allowed you to keep your secret with the expectation that it would benefit all of us. Not just you. We are facing an army that is infinitely more prepared than us, and we have a weapon that they themselves want sitting in our basement-"
"What. Asset." Bucky repeats. Louder.
"He means me." A voice Bucky doesn't know says from behind them. It's earthy, calm, feminine. Nat looks in the direction of the voice and visibly pales, something Bucky has only ever seen her do when she's terrified. He leans off of the wall and turns to look, his body tensing before he even sees her.
She's led into the room by T'challa's cousin, black cuffs around her wrists and feet. She probably hasn't seen sunlight in months, evident by the paleness of her lips and the way she squints against the bright artificial light of the command console. But he knows her. Even though he's never seen her with his own two eyes. Even though he's only heard stories from afar. Even though he knows nothing other than the single shot fired from her gun, he knows her.
Valkyrie.
"Ty chertovski suka." Bucky snarls, the plates shifting in his arm as his metal hand balls into a fist, his body already moving forward. But Nat jumps in front of him, strong hands shoving at his chest, pushing him back. Anger boils under his skin like gasoline thrown onto a fire, and he knows it's taking everything in Nat to hold him back, but he doesn't care. He could force her out of his way right now if he wanted to. But even with all of his anger, there's not a single part of him that could throw Nat aside like a rag-doll, like nothing. Even if a part of him wants to, just so he can strangle the life out of Valkyrie.
"Stop." She snaps at him, giving another hard push, but he stands his ground.
"Move." Is all Bucky can manage in between the loud pounding of his heart in his ears.
"James-"
"Move."
"No." She shouts back, her grey eyes hard on his face, her nails digging into his chest through his t-shirt. The plates whir angrily on his arm, but he still stands firmly in the same place, blocked by Nat.
"Pochemu ona zdes'?" (Why is she here?) He says through gritted teeth.
"Potomu chto ya polezen." (Because I'm useful) Valkyrie replies, the Russian flowing from her lips easily. He looks to her, seeing red, but she just looks tired. "Let me guess," she continues, turning her head towards T'challa, unafraid of anything happening around her. "You finally found a use for me rather than rotting."
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