Slides into bed and wraps around his asset. Tired handler is tired. @FellFromFreedom

"So, I'm your daddy?" He smirks. x.com/spangled_cap/s…

The raven-haired handler stands amongst a group of agents, chatting and joking with them as he notices a black-clad-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--person approaching in his peripheral version, one of his hands discreetly raising and the men quiet down,-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--standing straighter and watching the asset coming closer, the handler's jaw clenching. The Crimson Soldier-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--shouldn't come to him so determinedly, not after the several thorough wipings that he received after the last-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--failed mission. "Agent. Stop." Clark orders, voice firm. ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

|| HOLY SHIT. x.com/crimsonvexatio…

With a sharp hand sign the men behind Clark all take a step back, holstering their weapons again. Taking a step-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--forward Clark looks the asset up and down, careful to keep his face blank. He tried to save Crimson, to keep-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--him from getting wiped and to protect his mind and body but he failed, almost getting killed by Pierce. But now-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--he obeys the Secretary's every order, even if it means forgetting his lover. "Agent. Status report." He barks-- ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

--out, voice cold and void of emotions, his posture straight and tensed. ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ

"I'm back. Somebody wanna play?" The god grins, arching one brow. || looking for a Bruce ||