#i will make myself obsessed w the chimera au. i swear to god

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please continue the chimera!curtwen au! I would love to see the full story, and the consequences of curt joining chimera (and how owen reacts). it's such an interesting premise!

Y'all are asking for it! You've got that vaguely corrupted Curt comin right at ya! In fairness, I'm... also asking for it. This has taken over my entire brain and I will be thinking about this au for a hot goddamn while now....

(part 1)

"This is…" Once upon a time, the Secret Service operative known as Curt Mega used to be a legend. Known among governments, feared among their enemies. His was a name to be known, to be respected.

All of that came to an end at the beginning of 1959. In the dead of winter, Mega had been sent to investigate one of the most covert operations in the world, and had never returned. Some say he was killed in a gunfight. The reports say he was declared missing in action, and then presumed dead a month later. No matter the case, Curt Mega- a man with a future. A man of only 34 years old- was dead to everyone that mattered.

Everyone, that was, except Owen Carvour.

Because, the truth of the matter was that Curt hadn't died in a gunfight, or through some tragic accident… In fact, he wasn't dead at all. He had, however, joined the ranks of the dead, so to speak. Most of the operatives of Chimera were men just like him. People who had been declared dead, or who's country would be more than happy to kill them if they ever showed face again.

Suddenly, it made a lot more sense why they were informally known as ghost corps…

Owen had been getting Curt acquainted with the system that they had been developing under the noses of the world's governments. To say the least, he wasn't expecting a lot. Curt and technological developments were not two things that tended to mix, so he had rather low expectations.

"This is incredible."

That wasn't one of the things he'd prepared himself to hear, and he had to briefly check to make sure he was even still talking to Curt.

"Incredible, you say?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Curt nodded. "It works, doesn't it? You've got it deployed already?"

"We do. Mind you, what we currently have deployed is a prototype, really… A first draft. But the system for data collection will be much the same."

That's what they were looking at now. Massive banks of data, the likes of which Curt had never seen before, let alone tried to think about. He hadn't imagined that an archival system made for nothing more than drives the size of his forearm would be so large, but Owen had told him of a compound in the Pacific that they'd been developing, and he realised only that this was something that the world's governments would never catch up to.

"I'm guessing the Pacific compound isn't the only one, huh?"

"No, not at all. There are backups for that data, and larger compounds in development, even as we speak. Quite enticing, right?"

"God, yeah." And Owen wasn't the only one surprised to hear him say that. He didn't think he'd ever find himself so interested in a world which he could never understand. A vast attention span was not something he was ever given, especially not the capacity needed to understand what was going on in the science and tech industries.

Granted, he still didn't understand it, but he had Owen's support again, somehow, so he was willing to believe that would change.

Owen closed the file they'd been delving through with one hand. "That's what we're trying to uphold now. And that's why I asked you here. Curt, how are you for acting?"

"Acting?"

"Yes. Acting. Pretending to be someone you're not."

"… I know what acting is."

"Are you any good?"

Curt had to genuinely think about that. He probably wouldn't find out why he'd been asked that until he gave an answer, so he tried to figure out some sort of a response. Had he acted before? What were they counting as experience, and did his former job give him any credit on the matter? "Well- uh- I'm no James Dean, but I'm not bad, I guess?"

"I suppose what I should be asking is: can you make it believable?"

"I suppose? I'm not really sure what you're asking me here."

Curt did make it so impossible to keep one's patience in check sometimes, and Owen supposed he knew that better than anyone. He sighed. "We are going to need you within the network, so I need to know that you're capable of swapping between roles and making flawless transitions. You're going to need it."

"That what they have you doing?"

"In part. But you know me, Curt. That's easy as far as I'm concerned. This isn't about my particular skills here, but about yours." He leaned forwards a little, quietly tapping a finger against the file.

"I probably haven't had the experience you have, but I did a bbit of something like that in the agency..? Y'know, case files, secret identities…"

"And your track record is nearly impeccable… I'd say you were fairly good at it."

"Thanks?"

Owen just smiled back at him. All too brief. All too professional. Not so much the warm, genuine smile that Curt's mind had attributed to Owen, but a show of something more than neutrality all the same.

"There's an event in a little over two weeks time. For all intents and purposes, this is your chance to prove yourself, and to prove that I didn't waste my time convincing them that you were worth it."

He'd said that so casually, as if he was admitting to having seen a movie, not something of that weight. It had managed to completely take Curt by surprise. He blinked. "Wait, run that by me again… You did this?"

"Well, I can't take all of the credit, but-"

"You convinced them to give me a chance? You?!"

"Why's that so hard to believe?"

"If you were alive at all, I'd have thought it'd only make sense if you… I dunno, completely hated me?"

"It wasn't personal."

Curt smirked. "You're a fuckin' awful liar, you know that?" There was something in the way his gaze averted for the smallest of seconds that was a blatant tell in curt's eyes. It was so brief that it was barely obvious, but he'd learned to spot it from a mile away. "What really happened?"

"I know you're someone they wouldn't want to miss out on, that's all."

"Owen..."

"... Because you're the best I've ever worked with and I knew I'd get another chance if they persuaded you..."

#spies are forever #saf #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #i will make myself obsessed w the chimera au. i swear to god #this is brought to you by way too many incoherent thoughts about this au #im insane for it i can't lie #ask me about chimera curtwen. i am sooooo normal about chimera curtwen #fic tag: hands of the enemy