cryptid
/cryp·tid/
noun
an animal that has been claimed to exist but never proven to exist
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The investigation of cryptid creatures from the general public sparked interest within SHIELD's Enh...
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"Does the wolf apologize when he stands on top?"
Grand Forks, North Dakota November, 1995
AGENT 17 tilted its head as the stronger asset, the Asset quietly shifted back and forth on its knees. It didn't know why the Asset was reacting in such a way, but Agent 17 knew it would need to calm the stronger Asset. It turned its head to look at the Asset. The Asset's eyes were closed but its hands were trembling and its lips were shaking. Agent 17 shifted on its knees, moving between the bed and the wall to sit in front of the Asset.
Agent 17 grabbed the Asset's hands.
The Asset's eyes snapped open and he lunged, wrapping a hand around her throat and slamming her back into the bed frame behind her. Agent 17 snarled in response, clawing at his arm and drawing blood. The Asset hissed in pain, releasing Agent 17 as it scampered across the ground, teeth bared. The Asset placed a hand on his mask, moving to remove it–
Agent 17 lunged at him and the Asset rolled across the ground to avoid it. Agent 17's wings fluttered, snapping open and closed in a dangerous display. It stared and the Asset stared back at it. The Asset exhaled, leaning back against the wall again. It didn't mean to attack Agent 17– it had been dreaming, seeing images, malfunctioning in his head.
He shut his eyes before letting out a low, two beat tone.
Agent 17 zipped right next to him.
The Asset patted Agent 17's head. Agent 17 calmed under its hand, leaning into the touch. The Asset pulled it into its lap, holding onto it with a gentle grasp. Agent 17 snuggled into it. It like–found the Asset's warmth preferable and would prefer to stay in the Asset's arms.
Footsteps echoed from downstairs and the door to the room creaked open.
The light in the room flicked on.
Agent 17 turned, eyes hostile as her wings raised.
"What are you two doing?" Agent Roll– Agent– Agen–Rol–
Vay lowered her wings as Uncle Rollins stepped into the room, looking between them with a slightly raised eyebrow.
She looked at him shyly.
But also didn't want to invoke any anger in him.
She turned her eyes to Papa, who had stiffened the moment Uncle Rollins entered. Papa looked at her when she grasped his hand, pointing at Uncle Rollins with a small smile.
