director sanvers + video games pls

bathtimefunduck:

Alex, I love you.

So playing Halo with cops, or even teenagers, was a completely different experience than playing with agents of a paramilitary black ops organization.

For one, Maggie was discovering that Lucy was a really sore loser. Like, threw the controller across the room after being hit by Alex’s rocket launcher. Again.

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Alex spent the first half of each game hunting for the rocket launcher. And the second half she spent targeting Lucy specifically. Because Maggie’s girlfriends had a really, really weird sense of foreplay.

Sitting between them on the couch was a bad idea. Sitting between them meant Lucy’s boney-ass elbows digging into her ribs to knock her off target, Alex’s shoulder shoving her sideways to knock Lucy’s little dude into position to get blown up again, and in general it meant playing referee to two overgrown children who would literally pout when Maggie finally managed to see her own split screen long enough to shoot them with her pistol. She’s a cop, okay, and it more importantly, it works.

It works because the Agent and the Director have a running tally of kills and they enjoyed killing each other over and over again like the competitive nerds they were.

Somehow they were genuinely surprised that Maggie finished the night with the most kills. It never occurred to them that Maggie and the pistol she started every round with didn’t have to go hunting for an upgrade, didn’t have to search the corners for ammo, and didn’t have to spend the entire game hunting someone; Maggie was smart enough to wait. Lucy and Alex spent so much time trying to kill each other that they never noticed every map had one reliable spot that Maggie could hang around and wait for one of her idiots to kill the other, leaving her to deal with the survivor. And sometimes Maggie might be a total dick and kill them upon respawn because, unlike the Super Agents, Maggie played this game all the time and kicking Winn’s ass meant that she knew the maps like the freckles on Alex’s nose.

Maggie liked to finish the night with a bang though, and took great personal pleasure in killing her arguing idiots with sticky grenades thrown from above. They might take pleasure in killing each other with a rocket launcher or a sniper rifle, but there was just something extra satisfying in seeing a brick blow their digital brains out.

Plus, winner got control of the handcuffs, so bonus points for Maggie.