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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"A lie with a purpose is one of the worst kind; and the most profitable."
Washington D.C. December, 2005
"LOOK who it is," Uncle Rolly Polly said softly, "it's been a while, Vay."
Vay looked up at him before climbing off of Uncle Rummy. She darted up to him, holding her hands up. He picked her up with ease, swinging her around before tilting her towards the ground. She laughed before he held her straight back up again. She flapped her wings happily as he carefully put her back on the ground.
Uncle Rolly Polly looked the same—maybe just a little older but she couldn't really tell from the outside. The inside though—his light was a little different too, just like Uncle Rummy's. She turned her head back to see Tasha following her with Agent Barton, who'd decided to tag along on their adventure of finding every single STRIKE agent.
She beamed, grabbing Uncle Rolly Polly's hand and tugging him away from the weapons he was assembling.
"Rolly Polly, this is Tasha." Vay introduced. "Tasha, this is Uncle Rolly Polly."
Uncle Rolly Polly let out a soft breath as he placed a hand on Vay's head, giving Tasha a nod of acknowledgment.
"Vay." Uncle Rolly Polly started. "Tasha and I have already met before. Caddel and Barlowe know her too. And so do Murphy and Merce."
Vay blinked a few times, her eyes widening.
She lifted her head and looked at him, then at Tasha. She pursed her lips then, finding it suddenly unfair that she was unable to introduce her friend to everyone else. Even though Tasha was older now and much taller, Vay still thought of her as her best friend, just like how 'Lena was her best friend.
She hoped Lena was okay.
"Oh." Vay pouted.
Uncle Rolly Polly chuckled.
"Who knew there'd be a day where I would hear Agent Rollins laugh." Agent Barton gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
Uncle Rolly Polly's chuckle disappeared immediately, expression becoming stoic. He seemed to remember where he was, giving Agent Barton a nod in greeting before turning back to the gun he was assembling and packing.
Vay wondered if that was something he did all the time, or if it was just his off-mission task to complete.
She turned to Uncle Rummy, who was watching Uncle Rolly Polly work.
