❝oh yeah? how?❞
" Well that's what I'm on this plane to figure out. "
@crackinghackingmiles / crackinghackingmiles.tumblr.com
❝oh yeah? how?❞
" Well that's what I'm on this plane to figure out. "
”Should I be combating whoever is blasting the National Anthem and Star Spangled Banner with Party in the U.S.A. right now?”
”…Y’know.. Just because I can do that sorta thing. Or do you think any shred of humor in doing that would just go right over Cap’s head? Better yet, does he even know who Miley Cyrus is?”
”I feel like he might’a skipped over that name in his self-taught History 101.”
" Well I don't really know the guy well enough to make that judgement, but from what I've gathered, I think he'd be thoroughly offended, but also proud if he recognized Miley Cyrus. "
Michael wasn’t quite sure if the guy was looking at him, or past him, “Uh — Hey, buddy.”
His eyes falling on the man that was in front of him, Miles realized he had stopped right in the guy's way. " Yeah, sorry. "
If you’re — looking for Tony, he’s not here at the moment. Something about a car convention in Ohio?
" Yeah---that's where I was supposed to meet him. But he wasn't there, so I assumed he'd left? "
So I am going to knock off for a bit while I watch my shows but I feel like I might be missing people so who I currently have in my drafts are as follows...
angelaveronicastark, xxanastasiawardxx, hacker084, themisswayne (meme) ,consulting-mechanic
If I owe you please like and I will find out thread and reply. My activity has been crazy recently so I apologize if I missed anyone.
{ crackinghackingmiles }
❝I understand we have a common enemy.❞
" I have many enemies. Who are you talking about? "
agxntbxss
The fight had gotten monotonous over the years.
There was nothing left but staleness and
disappointment. The same punches, the same
moves, the same result. The pattern was repeated,
and it was a l l that remained of his journey. It wasn't
a journey really. His story was NO voyage, NO epic tale.
it was just the bitter reality of a man tossed out like t r a s h.
Trash trying to survive in a world of DIAMONDS. Red
had become the color he adopted to symbolize the way
he lived. The blood that kept him alive, was also the
thing that helped him survive. The way in which it ran
cold, any remnants of emotions crushed out of it, leaving
it just as s t a l e and disappointing as the rest of his life.
Miles felt a fist make contact with his body, and he swiveled
to reduce the impact, returning a blow of his own. There was
no pain. After years of getting beaten up, ears of stomaching
the punches and kicks of others, he had grown immune to it.
Or perhaps just accustomed. Perhaps now he just required it,
becoming a STAPLE part of his life, like breathing. The fight was
escalating quickly, because his opponent was fighting with passion,
with emotion, things that Miles no longer possessed. A scoff
escaped the man's lips as he went after his adversary, using
his b r a i n rather than his PRIMAL urges.
“Are you lost, hon?”
" What makes you think that? "
"Her name is Skye… I don’t think it’s her real name, but everyone has called her that since before I can remember." She told him, fidgeting impatiently, "Look, it’s really important to me that I find this Miles fellow, okay?"
His suspicion had just been confirmed, and yet,
Miles felt like it was still came as a shock. He had
guessed before she spoke, but somehow it was
still an absolute surprise when she spoke her name.
A name he hadn't heard in a long time, one he stopped
himself from thinking about. It had taken time--- a l o t
of time, but he slowly moved on. Moved past that time
of his life, and created something else for him. But they
said, there was only so far you could run before your
past caught up with you and his came directly to find him.
" I'm Miles Lydon. Why are you searching for me? "
"Oh god, do I know that feeling. I rely on grants and those don’t always come in—there were days when I was literally borrowing from Peter to pay Paul especially after my breakup two boyfriends ago. My current one more than keeps me afloat and I don’t like it, but he’s insistent that it will better allow me to continue my work and who would argue against that?”
" While I don't think I can empathize, I certainly can sympathize with that. It's a struggle to determine exactly what I want, but life is allowing me to learn what I definitely don't want, so I guess I'll just have to work backwards, crossing things off the list, rather than writing one. "
Miles said, as he came to a stop. The cafe with free WiFi that he had been hoping to find was across the street, and he hadn't even realized that he covered so much ground.Maybe because they were strangers, he confessed more to Jane than he did to most.
"Please try, if you have the time. I’ve been staring at it so long I might go insane."
" I was planning on it anyways. But I'm wondering two things. First who created this server. Because they safe guarded it better than anyone I have ever encountered and I have encountered plenty. Second, why are you trying to crack it? "
igemellistark
" Are you looking for Coulson again? " Miles asked, looking at the girl whom he had briefly met before.
maryjanewatsxn
" Are you sure that's what you want me to do? You definitely want to go through with this? "
"No problem, I like taking care of people," she said as she moved to the kitchen to make some coffee. “You’re at my house. Wherever you need to get to, I can get you once you’re fed.”
" That's an--- interesting trait for a Stark. " He said, following her out, looking and studying his surroundings, trying to see if anything would spur his memory of the previous night. Gingerly rubbing his head, the pain of hitting it the night before, paired with the hangover wasn't doing too well for the headache. " Anything I can help with? " Miles asked, as he entered the kitchen after her.
"That’s not what I meant and you know that.”
"What the hell is the matter with you? Why’d you come back if all you wanted to do was harass me?"
" Whatever---"
" Doesn't matter now. "
"Unless you’ve studied the map for years you’d still probably get lost working here. I understand. So, I guess you’ll be on your way then."
" Seems like it. But yeah, sorry for taking up your time. I'll get going and leave you to your---work. If I'm back, it's probably because I got lost again. "