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THE SPY AU MEME

THE SPY AU MEME

Everyone loves spies, right? Whether it's Bond, or the Kingsmen, or Austin Powers, there's just something goddamn cool about having a license to kill and sneaking around. Well, now's your chance to make your spy AU dreams a reality!

THE RULES
1) Post a blank top comment/top comment with your preferences.
2) Find someone you'd like to tag
2) Use a random number generator to determine relationship and prompt for your reply.
3) ????
4) Profit!

RELATIONSHIPS
A) Allies: You're both on the same side of whatever conflict is going on. Maybe you're partners, or in different organizations running in the same direction. Regardless, you're working together from the greater good of....whoever you are.

B) Enemies: Think the KGB vs the CIA. The KGB vs MI6. The KGB and the Girl Scouts probably. Just. You just hate each other, okay? And you'll do anything to stop the other side.

C) Frenemies: You're on the same side, technically. Except for whatever reason, you just can't stand one another. Or maybe your affiliations have some sort of dick measuring rivalry going on. Whatever the reason, you're not going to cooperate easily.

D) Accidentally Allies: Well, you're definitely on opposite sides, but sometimes that doesn't really matter. If your superiors found out you were getting along or even helping one another, that would probably be it for both of you.

PROMPTS
1) The Honeypot: For this mission, someone has to, y'know, lie back and think of England. It's for the good of the people, you can do this.

2) Mission Impossible: You're doing some real spy work here. You've got to break into some place to get something- Intel, a person, a mini nuclear bomb, whatever. Get your tactleneck on and hum your own theme music, it makes everything cooler.

3) Spy vs Spy: It's an all out fight to the death! Or maybe just some training with a partner. Or just passive agressively tripping each other in public. You're fighting, is the point. No holds barred in here, y'all.

4) The Pass Off: It's a clandestine meeting, of course. You're here to pass off some information to a contact on the DL, or maybe you're here to prevent it from happening. Just remember, don't make a scene. You're in public guys.

5) Great Escape: One or both of you have been captured (or did the capturing) , and it's time to make an escape! Let's hope there's no sharks with frikkin lasers on their heads.

6) The Man From Oh Shit: You're being forced to work together by the powers that be! Maybe you don't want to do this, maybe it's just the mission that's terrible. Maybe you loathe each other entirely. This isn't going to be an easy job, though.

7) An Chance Meeting: You might not even be on a mission right now, maybe it's just your week off. But you weren't expecting to run into another spy, whatever you're doing. What do?

8) Escort Mission: You didn't sign up for glorified babysitting, but right now you've got to watch over someone and keep them from dying. Good luck, I hear the AI's terrible.

9) Dealer's Choice: Choose any prompt from above! Go wild, y'all.

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Hello there, any preferences?

[Well, not exactly an au for him. m/m for shipping, ota for gen.]

[ old retired spy that's probably not as retired as everyone thinks. ]

Codenames were, in Snart's opinion, ridiculous. But it amused their handlers and since the handlers were the ones who kept them in the field, supplied with both weapons and information and very much alive, he let it slide.

Even if Ramon's insistence on Captain Cold stuck. One job in the Arctic Circle, one stupid parka and he was stuck with it for the duration of his career. He'd have killed the kid, but he was damn good at his job and Leonard respected that. He also didn't want to have to break in a new handler.

A cafe in Hong Kong was an ideal place to meet. Large, bustling city where races mixed and mingled and no one gave a happy goddamn what the person beside them was doing. He's nursing a beer, eyes flicking around the milling crowds as he waits for his contact to arrive. White Canary. The best assassin the Asian Desk had.

Officially, the People's Republic of China didn't employ assassins under their government. Sara was fairly certain no government did, but the underlying network of international guns for hire that just so happened to associate with official channels would stun the vast majority of civilians in any country.

Still, all that meant was that on paper, the White Canary didn't technically exist. Instead, into the bar waltzed a petite blonde in an oversized pair of designer sunglasses, smacking her gum with her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. Steering into the stereotype also meant a pair of shorts and flip flops, and it's easy enough to spot the man she's supposed to meet amongst the buzz of Hong Kong tourists.

She dips down to greet him with a peck to the cheek, flopping down into the seat across from him.

"You order me one?"