⎰@OktoberVedova.⎱ had been part of most of her life, something that couldn't be erased. Yet here she was, working for something that did ⊶

⎰@OktoberVedova.⎱ not feel the same at all. She needed some real action, not just sitting behind some desk, doing paperwork every Friday ⊶

⎰@OktoberVedova.⎱ simply to get out of boredom. But that was impossible. Something really big had to happen for her boss to let her leave ⊶

⎰@OktoberVedova.⎱ the position. Don't get her wrong, she loved Berlin and the CIA, but SHIELD had done something so right that it had ⊶

⎰@OktoberVedova.⎱ tattooed her heart and soul, something nothing else could probably do. With frustration, she covered her face with ⊶

⎰@OktoberVedova.⎱ hands, a loud sigh escaping from her lips. “Just this /once/…” She mumbled, “just this once… it's all I will ever ask.”

❛ take ᏟᎾᏙᎬᎡ, but always ᎡᎬᎪᎠᎩ. ❜

┋Scouting some SLs and some mains! Please, RTs are appreciated.

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ Sharon was never late and this had been the first time, which would make her get in trouble. As she cursed in her way to ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ the helicopter that would take her to the previous given destination, she would button her vest and load her gun. Every ⊶

⎰@NotSpiderboy.⎱ threat that ever existed was ready to make a move on the government. Her acquaintances saluted and nodded, making way ⊶

⎰@NotSpiderboy.⎱ for her to arrive. As she fastened her seatbelt once she sat down, the nervousness could be seen in her eyes,but this ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ mission would end up being easy as well. She had to speak to one of the newest super-powered, local-based heroes that ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ had popped out of Queens, New York last year. How did she know all this information? Thanks to the recent Civil War ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ heroes had caused, the information was flying around. It didn't matter as long as that information had been requiem by ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ the right hands. “We will land in five,” said a voice beside her. She started getting ready to get dropped, literally. ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ This was a mission only she could do. “Ms. Carter, get ready.” She enjoyed this part, getting dropped at not a huge ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ height. Doing her flip and falling, she made a pirouette until she landed on her knee smoothly, getting up eventually. ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ Her eyes recognized the red and blue figure, the main target. She slowly approached him, a smile on her face. “Mr. ⊶

⎰‍* ‍‍ ‍not spider-man !.⎱ Spider-Man,” she said. “It is an honor to finally be able meet you.”