Nick Fury. Colonel of the United States Army. Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, also known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Sound fancy? It's not. Now fuck off, I've got a world to save.
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CURRENTLY UNDER THE HOUSE OF M:
WORLD 2
Face Claim = Jensen Ackles
(Source: the-mad-angel-with-a-box)
(Source: allthese-shatteredhearts)
And you wonder why I hate you.
The feeling’s mutual .
Well I think that clears things up for that mystery person…doesn’t it?
Pretty much. I’m taking your shirt, by the way.
How about no.
And you wonder why I hate you.
The feeling’s mutual .
Well I think that clears things up for that mystery person…doesn’t it?
Then I’m free to go to my bed, right?
What am I, your babysitter?
No, just an idiot.
And you wonder why I hate you.
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I fucking hate you.
You sure about that?
Pretty sure yep.
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I fucking hate you.
Janet snorted at Nick’s retort, unimpressed but smiling. She knelt down beside the man she’d just killed and went through his coat, picking out anything of use. Guns, bullets, knives, money… there wasn’t much. There never really was. She sighed and moved on to the one Nick had left face down in the dirt. He was groaning a little, still alive. With her still bloody knife, she killed him too, then wiped the weapon on her knee.
“This’d better be good…” She mumbled under her breath, turning her knife in her hand as she stood to join Nick by the back of the truck. As much as she was more willing to kill than Felicia was, she still hated it as much. She bit her lip, hoping for a good haul in the truck.
Felicia stretched her legs and arms out when her feet hit the ground. Scrunching her nose up in distaste when Nick shot the man in the head. Blood pooling out from below him. She carefully stepped over the dead body, kicking the other unconcious body over onto his back as she kneel down next to it. Poking it with mild interest.
“Shame it didn’t hit you.” She stuck her tongue out at Nick, casually going through the pockets of the soldier before her. Finding his wallet and flipping it open. No money. Picture of wife and daughter. Figures.
Sitting down on the floor now, she pulled out a black marker from her pocket now, tucking her legs under her as she began to strip the man of his clothes. Tossing them into a clean pile away from the blood. Uncapping the marker, she began to doodle and write on his skin. Leaving the man in his boxers at least.
Nick pulled himself onto the bumper of the truck, inspecting what looked like to be a brand new locking system. He yanked at the handkerchief down around his neck and tilted his head before reaching into his pants pocket to pull out his lock pick. Scrunching his eyebrows together he huffed in frustration. After the amount of caravans they’d hit on this road, they were bound to buff up security eventually.
He peeked over his shoulder at Jan. ”You got them bolt cutters on you?” He asked holding out his hand and leaning around the truck to see why Fel wasn’t back there yet. He threw his head back and groaned. ”Every single time…” he muttered to no one in particular, taking in the overly childish smirk Felicia had on her face as she doodled. ”We’re kind of on the clock here, sunshine, you wanna quit dicking around?” Swinging back around he gave Jan a look. ”And she calls me the irresponsible one.”
