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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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vintagestark:

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Howard just grinned and shrugged, tongue against his cheek, completely unrepentant. “If you want to get technical, pal, Nick used to work for me.” Catching the phone, he tucked it away into his jacket pocket and nodded – yeah, that’s what he thought. “I’m older than I look,” he admitted, not something he usually shared, but this was gambling: you had to show a few cards. “And the skills you have, the really interesting ones, I’m in a similar boat.” Pulling out a manilla folder, Howard tossed it onto the table between them. “It’s all in there. I don’t know how good your history teachers were, so long story short: HYDRA’s our target, they’re Nazis, and I’m sick of all this cloak and dagger bullshit.”

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This is when Xander’s brain started really kicking into high gear. Showing his hand–even part of it like that–was risky on Edward’s part, but now he knew the guy was either immortal or like one of those Captain America type super-soldiers. It was the ‘similar boat’ comment that got his brows furrowing for just the shortest hair of a second as things started to click into place. The amount of people this “Edward Rossi” could actually be just significantly dwindled, and Xander prided himself on knowing about as many big players in the hero and villains biz as he could. His face looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. He took the folder and started leafing through it. “I know they’re Nazis,” not offended, just showing some of his cards. “Sounds like a plan,” he said over the set of papers, “you got someone you wanna punch first?” there was a wry grin on his face. This was gonna be fun.

vintagestark:

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“Xander,” Howard repeated with a nod. “Me and Nick, we’re old pals.” Digging his phone out of his suit jacket, he tossed it to him. “His number’s there. You can call him if you want. He’ll probably tell you I’m trouble and not to agree to anything I say.” Howard grinned and sat back in the chair he had taken over. “Which is safe advice. But nobody ever did anything worthwhile by playing it safe.”

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An eyebrow raised, “Old pals,” so Nick hadn’t sent him. This was interesting, but it definitely lent to the idea Xander had about this guy–that he worked with people if he felt like it, but he wasn’t beholden to anyone specific. Catching the phone, he held it for a moment, tossed it back. He didn’t trust the guy, but he didn’t not trust him enough to call Nick Fury and have to listen to him complain for fifteen minutes. His grin matched Edward’s, “Safe isn’t in my vocabulary.” Leaning forward, he kept his voice a little low, “So nazi punching. I’m in.” 

vintagestark:

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“I was hoping you’d say that, Mr. Cage. And as we’ll be working together, I think a little transparency might be in order.” Keywords being a little. There was a lot about Howard he wouldn’t and couldn’t share, but some of it he could. “This won’t be strictly on the books, or legal, but it’ll be fun.”

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“Xander,” he corrected. The only people who called him “mr. Cage” were suits, and the vibe he got from Edward was that he worked with the suits, not for them. “If Fury sent you,” which he wasn’t sure he entirely believed yet, “You had me at fun. I don’t care about books or legalities.” He was one of the simplest complex men. Give him something fun, and that was enough for Xander. That was all that mattered. 

vintagestark:

         @thexanderzone hit the heart!

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“Agent Edward Rossi. Nick sent me.” Or, rather, he’d sent himself while Nick sighed about it and they both pretended that Howard had listened to his concerns. All the best relationships were built on compromise, after all. “How do you feel about punching Nazis?”

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There was only one “Nick” he knew of who would send an Agent like this. Fury wanted something done again, and apparently he was recruiting from the vigilante population again. Must’ve been desperate. This Edward guy looked a bit small for the usual agent fare. “Nazis?” Xander gave a small shrug, punctuated with a smirk, “Think I could enjoy that.”