Owner	Pose
Sharon Carter	SHIRAKAWA, JAPAN: HALF A DECADE AGO: The small village town in the fall of Shirakawa was a beautiful site to see. One of Sharon's handlers, Kisenuga had left Shirakawa on business and said that he'd be gone for half a year. Sharon was allowed to use the small safehouse as her own until he returned. Favor for a favor. But it was a year after meeting Taskmaster, knowing of his status, and.. becoming somewhat friendly with her. Oddly enough, he had assisted her in a mission or two, or at least she used him to her benefit to get the job done. There wasn't much thought about that. They were friends, right? Maybe? He wasn't going to kill her, was he? There really was only one way to find out. Sharon tapped the locals of Shirakawa to make her a delectable, traditional japanese feast. Food lined the small table inside the little home, Sharon waited by the window, near hung out of, leg dangling upon the other side as she has herself a nice cool glass of.. ..iced water. Reading his file, as she does with the laptop on the window sill, he was the dangerous sort. One needed to keep steady and alert when inviting a known enemy, and one that could potentially take your head off, to dinner.
Tony Masters	Tony Masters didn't show many people his real face anymore. The skull had become his face, something he wore on business and pleasure alike. He didn't need anyone to think about what he looked like. And sometimes they'd remember him, from other lives that he didn't even properly remember. That just made him mad. He hated when people remembered things he didn't. He wears a suit to visit her. He can't remember the last time he wore a suit. Is he armed? Of course he's armed, five different ways, lethally so. He wears body armor under the dress shirt, too. Could this all be a sting to bring the wayward, lost soul of the Taskmaster in the dirt? Or in a cage? He couldn't be sure. But he was curious. And curious was more than he felt about anything most of the time anymore.
Sharon Carter	Compared to Tony? Sharon was dressed down. That's why when she first put eyes upon she nearly blanches. "OH damn.." She manages to say, swinging her leg inside the tiny hut-like house, snapping her laptop shut which was soon tossed upon the couch. She moves to open the front door, taking a slight step aside. "I probably should have said this was a dress down affair." Her bad on her part. But for some reason, Taskmaster made it look pretty goddamned cool because of the mask. "But.. its alright. It's really informal, nothing bad.. I'm not going to try to kill you and I did not cook this food.." She gestures inside, waiting.
Tony Masters	Tony Masters shakes his head, "I'm not complaining. I like dressing well," he says, simpy enough. "Not all of us look good no matter what we wear," he says with a nod in her direction. He smiles and looks over the food, "I woudln't have put it past you. If you wanted to poison me, I imagine you could, whether I'd like it or not. Everybody's got to eat sometime," he says. "Besides, you'd want to beat me in fair combat, wouldn't you? Or is SHIELD finally letting back on their holier-than-thou antics about killing people?"
Sharon Carter	Sharon closes the door behind him, settling just to move towards the table to sit and eat. She wasn't going to serve him a full course meal as if he were a rich man and she his maid, he was able bodied and can serve himself. Food was already lopped upon the plate, Sharon keeping her guard up, but the vision of her guard down portrayed. "Huh? Different section." Sharon says. Was it, though? Things happen, people happen to die when those things happen, Sharon knew that. And with her time usually undercover and out in the field, things happen to people she tried to avoid and she often made it happen to keep herself, dangerous information, and others safe. It was a sad way of things. "Listen, I'm not here to beat you or talk about fighting you or SHIELD. I just want to really know who you are and.. well, I know what makes you tick but, who are you?"
Tony Masters	Tony Masters can't help but be wary. He'd been one of the more hunted men on the planet for a few years now and for good reason. He had no doubt that, by most standards, he deserved every bit of it. He wasn't a good person and he'd made his peace with it. He wasn't sure why anybody really bothered. "What makes me tick? Money, first and foremost, of course. I like expensive things. I have an ex-wife and a daughter in France that still take a chunk of my ill-gotten gains and they're mostly safe because my reputation puts the fear of God into anyone who would dare touch them." "I don't thinkm uch about motivation. I had a reason for becoming a spy, but I don't remember it anymore. I am what I am. I'd rather be the best there is at it then spend a lot of time wonderinga bout what if."
Sharon Carter	"So you're telling me your wife and child is what made you leave SHIELD and be a criminal." Sharon smirks. "It's not like we get paid a lot but I'm pretty damn sure we make a living wage." Well, she pretty much got her answer. Money. "How about this. I'll pay you to help me out every now and then. I'm sure the last few times were free but.." She shrugs. "I do need to make a name for myself, at least show that I'm good, better off the grid. That I need to stay hidden until the day I decide to settle down, retire and take a desk job. I'm sure you're not cheap, but I can make due and I'm good for it. And you won't be helping SHIELD, you'd be helping me."
Tony Masters	Tony Masters shakes his head, "No, it wasn't them. If anything, they'd have kept me in. It's safer being in SHIELD, having a support system. Although, to be frank, Hydra and the terrorist types are much more likely to mess with your family than SHIELD, so making enemies of the good guys, at least you know you're fighting scrupulous types." "I have no aversion to making private business arrangements, even with a member of SHIELD. Especially such an attractive one," he says frankly. "I hate to think you'd waste your whole career with them - you could do a lot more. But I suppose family legacy must count for something."
Sharon Carter	Sharon scoffs a little. "You know about that." Family legacy. She wasn't -upset- at being a Carter, she just knew that she had a lot to prove. "I try to keep that under wraps." "But that's a fair assessment. You would think most organizations against SHIELD would be more inclined to go after a Carter.." She thinks on that a bit. "Take off your mask and eat."
Tony Masters	Tony Masters nods, "Probably work better with a different last name," he teases. "That said, I'm a bit smarter than most. And I make a point of knowing who the up and comers in SHIELD were. Gotta know who was going to be shooting at me once I went rogue," he teases. He slides the mask off to reveal his face, setting it aside. He's blandly handsome, good enough looking but with the kind of features that wouldn't be easy to describe. Brown hair, blue eyes. "You can call me Tony," he says.
Sharon Carter	Sharon was expecting the worse; she was expecting a gnarled face, somoething that didn't look totally human. But there he was. It took her a second to process the way that he looked which was easily told by the stare she had. She smiles uneasily, then gets back to eating. She even shakes her head at the mention of a new name. "I like 13."
Tony Masters	Tony Masters nods, "It's a good number. Baker's dozen. And then you get to be your own bad luck, cursing people that get in your way." He settles in and the two of them manage to have a nice, simple dinner, like two regular human beings who aren't constantly on the verge of killing each other. And maybe, for a few minutes, they even convince themselves that's the truth.