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тнαт'ѕ ɴoт мy ɴαмe .мp3 ([personal profile] hacker) wrote2014-12-31 10:45 pm
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-03-11 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Ward will let that expression slide.]

No. Dream about it but HYDRA's nowhere near using that kind of ability it sounds...

[His voice trails off] It sounds alien. If you want my honest opinion.
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-03-11 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
Loki's here.

[seems only fair. A trade for a trade.] A loki.
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-03-12 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Damn it. He had banked on her not talking. He pulls a hand through his hair.]

That's what I was told.

[He pauses, taking a moment to rub at the bandages along his side.]

I could theoretically find out more.

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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-03-12 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sitting on my ass and trying to recover, talking to random people?

[He snorts.] Scared of Loki?

[He can't really manage to sound mocking about this. He's scared of Loki too. Asgardians in general.]

There's not much else for me specifically to do here. [C'mon Skye what happened to rebuilding trust? He almost types that. almost. He gave her everything, every single solitary thing and she shat on him.

He massages the bandages with a wince.]


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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-03-12 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
You're not going to believe me when I tell you Skye.

[He blinks.] I mean it. You're not. He did.
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-03-12 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[This is not done.

Ward isn't sure what this means but goddamnit all to hell she hasn't given him any sort of word.

He can't sleep like this.

He can't think like this and he can't get away. Staring at the feed for a moment longer he drags his hands through his hair one last time before throwing the communicator across the room only to have it land on the dog that was in his suitcase.

Nothing to be done but roll over and stair at the ceiling and pray for another life.]