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She tasted just as sweet as he remembered, and for the all too few moments before he was interrupted, Tahl savored it. When Miranda suddenly pushed him off, Tahl licked his lips as he frowned in confusion. He’d have thought she’d be happy to see him after so long. Soon, confusion shifted to irritation.
"Well that’s a terrible greeting, love. What’s the matter? Didn’t you miss me?" His hands clenched into fists as he looked Miranda over.
Don’t panic. It was only blood. Someone else’s blood. How do you get that much blood on you? She could get it out of the fabric before it set. But something was very wrong with Tahl. “You’ve been missing for months," she pointed out carefully. "Nobody’s heard from you. We thought… you might have…" Gone insane and started killing people. Oh wait, no, that’s what actually happened. “We thought something bad… Empty night, go upstairs before someone sees you.”
He watched and listened to her, growing more irritated as she went on. “I’ve been busy. Not missing, just off the radar for a little while. I didn’t think you’d worry so much.” He tilted his head when she told him to go upstairs. “Why do we have to go upstairs? Embarrassed of me? That hurts, Miranda. I happen to like the way I look now.”
Just as he said that, a young man, no older then 20 tops, walked in, looking around the shop for a bit before he noticed the shirtless guy ahead of him. Tahl turned at the sound of the jingly bells ringing, a devious grin spreading across his face. He walked over to the lad and put an arm around his shoulders, forcefully pulling him over to where Miranda was.
"Hey! Just what I needed. Alright buddy, tell me straight," Tahl let go of the kid to stand a bit in front of him, closer to where Miranda was, "My lady here isn’t fond of my current style, but I think I look great. What do you think?"
The kid was scared, having noticed not only that the older man had blood all over him, but that some of it had had rubbed off, and was not on his own clothes. Eyes wide, he stared with a very clear fear and confusion, unable to bring himself to speak.
At the sight, Tahl frowned, annoyed again. “Well? Go on any say something.” He crossed his arms, growing impatient.
If Lupita doesn’t win I will storm the academy lock everyone inside and play The Rains of Castamere
"It’s not perfect, but it’s as close as I can get without putting you to work." Peyton commented casually as she walked up to the building with her partner-in-justice. It was truly unremarkable, an old warehouse that hadn’t been touched in years.
"About a decade ago, one of the locals used it as a distribution center for narcotics. They suggested Scarecrow to try to up the prize, but there were no signs of the type of lab sets he’d use. I imagine they wanted to up the price with scandal or else try to frighten off potential buyers. Not that it matters, of course it’s all settled." She didn’t mention prices, there was no point in it. Brandon had some idea of her investment and she didn’t want to put actual numbers on his mind. This was a partnership, yes, and to Peyton that meant she’d put as much as she’d like into it as long as she was seeing results. And Brandon certain brought results.
She kept her leather gloves on as she yanked wide a large sliding door to reveal… Nothing. A vast, empty warehouse with essentially nothing to see but a staircase in the corner.
"What do you think?" Her small smile was a hint that there was clearly more to it.
Brandon quietly listened to Peyton go on about the place, trying his best not to ask how much it had set her back to get. He knew she wasn’t exactly hard on cash, but it had never completely sat right with him that she had to do so much of the financial heavy lifting. Somehow, he managed to keep quiet.
Looking around at the vast emptiness,he spotted the staircase and headed right for it, not eve bothering to react to Pey’s question. He knew her sense of humor well enough to figure that the real base was below. That,and it would just make more sense than to have it above ground.
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… my hundreds of messy sketches don’t count ^^; Very pleased with this one, prints incoming! I’m uploading it to my Society6 store right now.
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"Sorry to spring that on you, fella." Bucky’s hand closes around the glass in front of him. Vodka sits, its crystal clarity staring back at him with Russia’s eyes. He watches it settle, feels the cool sting of it as it sweats into his palm. "Don’t wanna sit and beat around the bush without all the cards on the table."
One swift movement, his elbow lifting the drink to his mouth in one fluid movement, like a well-oiled hinge, and he swipes his knuckles across his lips.
"You know what I mean?"
He listens to the story, letting it simmer like the slow burn of the liquid burning its way down to his gut. It makes sense; if he sifts and picks through the memories, Bucky can just sense it on the horizon, a little speck of dust in a sea of so many missions…
"Yeah, they liked to keep me off by myself, lone wolf sort of deal." Fixing Ivan with a smile only half as strong as the liquor in front of them, he lifts a shrug. "Doesn’t matter much anyhow. It’s in the past, right?" He reaches for the bottle. "How’d you come up the ranks in S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Ivan matched Bucky’s smile with one of his own, taking another swig of his own drink. He closed his eyes and savored it for a moment, then chuckled lightly at the question. “My past came back to bite me in the ass, as the past is wont to do. S.H.I.E.L.D. ended up getting involved in cleaning up the mess. When everything was said and done, my adversary ended up in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody, and Nick Fury offered me a job as a consultant. The rest is…well, you know the saying.”
He took another drink, then inclined his head slightly towards his drinking partner. “And you? I have a feeling your tale of recruitment is a little more interesting.”