Loki’d 1. More to come. :D

Manueluv and I are convinced Agent K is Coulson’s father. Hell, MIB is even owned by Marvel.

His handler wears too much lipstick and her eyes seem too close together, it makes her face seem bottom-heavy, like an isosceles triangle. Arthur leans back in his chair and puts his boots up on her pristine desk.
“Fulton, are you listening to me?”
“I kinda hard not to listen to you Bev, your voice slices through my brain like a knife through really soft butter.”
“Shut your mouth Fulton, I am so tired of your lip. You need to get your act together soon, my superiors are up my ass about you.”
“Well you’re my handler, can’t you just, you know, handle it?”
“If only it were that easy…”
“Everything seems easier when you put your mind to it.”
He smiles and gets up to leave, but before he’s all the way out the door he stops and turns back,
“The battery on your laptop is about to die by the way. It’s screaming out in pain”
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It was a full year before he’d set foot in the company again. He’s not sure what happened to Bev, no one will tell him, confidentiality or some bullshit. He’s pretty sure she just can’t be bothered to see him again.
He wouldn’t be either.
| reblogged catching-everlark | |
| originally tell-me-about-that-dream-where |
tell-me-about-that-dream-where:
In which Tony actually really loves the kitten that Steve brought home…