Animalsandjordieblob
Two very different people. Two very different problems. Running from the same thing.
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Crummy basement. Dissecting dead aliens. Identifying tiny pieces of recent--or ancient--UFO's supplied by none other than the infamous SHIELD.
Trust me, it's not as great as it sounds; I should know. Why? Because I work there. Against my will, I assure you.
And when SHIELD doesn't trust you, working there is boring...
And I hate being bored...
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I wish life were more boring. Maybe it's my own fault, working for SHIELD. Never a dull moment in the field.
The worst part is, I don't even need SHIELD to make things interesting. I've got Tony Stark's number--unfortunately--and I've got a big, messy past, with an even bigger, messier family.
The road has been bumpy to get me where I stand today.
The trip isn't even halfway over.
Guess I'd better hold on tight.