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forever-forgotten-angel · 4 years

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Begging For You

Summary: Owen and Curt get caught in a sticky situation and get out of it while learning something about each other.

Can you tell summaries are not my forte? Please just give it a try! Pre Canon and Pre Relationship (though they are clearly already falling).

Sorry this is not under a cut, I only have mobile right now. :(

Owen was frozen in place, the cool barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead and their intended target staring at him from the other end of it.

They had gotten some bad Intel and there had been more guards than they were expecting. They had still faired well all things considered. Of course nothing less was to be expected coming from the two best spies of their respective countries.

However the time it had taken them to neutralize a few of the extra guards had given their target time to grab a weapon of his own and get in position to point it straight at Owen while the agent had been taking down a particularly burly guard.

He’d had to throw his own weapons to the floor in the hopes of his shooting being delayed long enough to find a way out. The man with the gun is monologuing to him with a smug smile, but Owen doesn’t hear his words. His mind is going a mile a minute trying to find a way out of this situation alive.

Another voice however, does break through his rapid thoughts and register. “Please don’t shoot him.” He recognizes the voice of his partner, though he has never heard it quite like this before. Usually Curt’s voice is, not loud necessarily, but bold. Full of charm and bravado. Boisterous. Right now it is weak and pleading.

His captor turns slightly to look at Curt allowing Owen to see him as well. He is dismayed to see the final standing guard is behind Curt, he was hoping at least his partner would escape this mess. They are a mere foot away from Owen and this criminal. His mind starts working faster as the man in front of him speaks. “What did you just say to me?” The criminals voice has a touch of incredulity to it.

Curt’s face is slightly bruised and bloody but what really draws his attention is his partner’s eyes. They are filled with pure terror. Owen almost winces as that weak voice comes out of Curt’s mouth again. “Please don’t shoot him.” He repeats.

The criminal’s voice still has that touch of incredulity as he speaks again but it is now accompanied by a note of amusement that makes Owen’s blood boil. “Are you begging right now Agent Mega?”

Owen hears the question but dismisses it. That can’t be right. Curt Mega doesn’t beg. Owen has (unfortunately) seen him tortured for information for hours on end and not even give up his name, let alone beg. He can’t possibly be-

Owen’s thought process stutters to a stop as he sees Curt give a shaky nod. He can’t believe it. He tries to meet Curt’s eyes but the other spy is trained on the gun against Owen’s head. Owen is startled slightly by a bark of laughter from the criminal threatening him. His blood boils hotter.

“That’s cute. Keep going. Perhaps it will have more effect on me if you are on your knees.” He suggests, clearly entertained. That is definitely a step too far though. There is no way that Special Agent Curt Mega, self proclaimed and government (grudgingly) acknowledged ‘Best Spy in America’ is going to get down on some knees and beg for a lowlife criminal.

Except he does.

Without any hesitation that Owen can see.

Curt slowly but purposely lowers himself to his knees, hands in the air, and looks up at Owen’s captor. “Please don’t shoot him. Please.” The American agent repeats for the third time.

Another bark of laughter. Owen’s blood reaches what he thinks has to be maximum boiling point, until he sees his captor reach his free hand out and place it on Curt’s face. “Well isn’t this a sight to se-”

He doesn’t get to finish. Owen is a realist. While he is blown away by and appreciative of Curt’s gesture, he doesn’t believe it will make this asshole change his mind about killing Owen. However, it did provide a distraction. As his captor turned and mocked Curt, cupping his face, he dropped his grip on the gun just a tad.

Just enough.

Owen quickly grabs the gun, immediately bringing it up to the guard behind Curt and delivering a shot to the head before the guard can react and harm either one of them. He then pulls his arms back and brings the barrel of the gun crashing down as hard as he possibly can against his former captor’s temple, sending him to the ground, passed out. Unfortunately, their orders were to take him alive.

The shot he fires into the unconscious man’s leg is non-fatal and arguably unnecessary. However Owen feels perfectly justified as he bends down and wraps an arm around Curt’s waist to help pull him up.

The car ride is silent as they deliver their target to their contact, who quickly takes him off to places unknown. Probably to be interrogated before being thrown in some hole to rot, Owen thought with a vindictive satisfaction that he tried not to look too deep into. Just another bad guy stopped by him and his partner. That was all. A successful mission.

As Owen resumes driving, now heading towards their hotel, he finally speaks up. “Thank you.” He doesn’t elaborate. He doesn’t have to. Curt understands. He sees the American agent nod in acknowledgement in his peripheral vision.

With it being so late their directors both agreed they should stay one more night in the hotel. Treat their wounds (luckily nothing too serious) and get some sleep before packing in the morning to be jetted back to their respective countries.

Owen doesn’t question it when Curt hesitantly crawls into his bed beside him instead of laying down in his own bed across the room. He just shifts to make room for the other and, after a moment of thought, wraps his arms around his partner. There is no complaint or resistance so he relaxes in this new position.

Purely so he doesn’t fall off.

Neither of them speak and Owen eventually hears and feels Curt’s breathing even out, suggesting the American has fallen asleep. Owen stays up, eyes attempting to stay trained on the ceiling, but occasionally glancing down. Body warm and comfortable. Mind futilely willing the night to last a bit longer, just this once.

For some reason, he is really not looking forward to the morning.

That's it, hope you enjoyed! If you did please leave a like or comment or reblog, it would mean the world! Have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for you!

#spies are forever #curtwen #my fics

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haniawritesthings · 4 years

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Spies are forever- Washington DC 1965

I started writing this ages ago and just finished it today. It's a bit sad but I hope you like it.

Taglist: @annabanana2401 , @justqueentingz , @showstoppingnumbrr , @sweetsmalldog , @abuginahumanbody , @declansdumb , @coldairballoons, @ratwithouthope

It had been a year since he had died since he had truly died. A year since Curt had killed him. It had been a painful year. One of guilt and pain. The year had also been a freeing one as if he had finally been able to leave so much behind on that night. Curt felt almost guilty thinking that. He felt guilty every time he thought about Owen.

These were the thoughts that whirled around his head as he made his way to the cemetery. Though Owen did have a burial and a grave in London all those years ago, he had a second grave in DC. His family hadn't cared if the grave they visited held a corpse, Owen had died back in 1957 for them. This grave had a more selfish purpose, a place for Curt to visit, though he rarely did.

He started the trudge up the muddy hill, passing both old and new gravestones. Most were covered in wilting flowers, with elegant quotes remembering the dead. Owen's grave had neither, just his birth and death date along with his name. Curt slowly crouched down in the mud, he should've brought flowers or some sort of offering. Or maybe not, he wasn't yet sure his relationship with Owen's memory. Was he going to be nostalgic over the happy years or bitter over the pain his partner has caused him? Maybe both.

"Hi…" Curt whispered into the air, as the cold wind carried his words away. "I'm not sure why I came," His voice was laced with spite and sadness. "Not even sure why I wanted you to be buried here anyways. You were never a giant fan of D.C." Curt chuckled at a memory from long ago. " Said you would take London over here any day. " He had never really cared where he was, as long as he was with Owen. Curt still missed the thrill of being sent halfway around the world at a moment's notice, turning up in an unfamiliar, sometimes dangerous country, only to find the man he loved waiting for him.

Curt missed hiding from the cold under a duvet with him in Leningrad, he missed laughing with Owen as they spat out their far too strong drinks in Ankara, he missed waking up with his partner beside him. Their job had been dangerous, however, there had been so many upsides.

"She'd said you'd be here," A distinct voice came from behind him, as he turned to see Tatiana.

"I thought you were still in Marseille?" Curt tried to discreetly wipe his tears as the Russian sat down beside him.

"I left yesterday, I decided to visit you." Tatiana had joined the C.I.A not long ago, and was a valuable agent as a fluent speaker of Russian. "Thought you might want some company today."

Ever since the mission last year, she'd been an indispensable friend and he had spent many a drunken night confiding in her.

"We made plans you know? For when we would eventually retire. " He scoffed, "Stupid I know." Tatiana smiled kindly as she turned to look at him.

"It's not stupid at all, it's sweet actually." Curt tried to smile back, failed and decided to stare at the ground.

"We were going to travel the world together, go to our favourite places and relive the times we spent there. With less danger of course…" He paused and felt another tear stain his cheek. "We should've been more realistic I guess."

"Unrealistic dreams are the best kind…When I was in the KGB, a close friend and I would make plans of all kinds. They were- how you say- pipe dreams," Tatiana sighed. "Perhaps we were in love, maybe we were clinging onto any love or affection we could find. We were depending on each other." Curt knew that tone of voice, it was the one he reserved for talking about Owen, the one that only barely masked his grief.

"What happened to him?" The Russian looked up at him, a tired look on her face.

"Her..."

"I thought you-uh liked men, I mean didn't realize you were of that persuasion, I- " Curt stammered, grasping for words.

"I'm of multiple, what you call persuasions." She raised an eyebrow at his perplexed face. "I'm surprised Curt Mega of all people is surprised." He took a moment and then looked back at Tatiana, his shocked expression gone.

"What happened to her?"

"The plan was that Sofia and I would run away, to France or someplace. Buy a small apartment and spend our days in each other's company. That never happened… after she rebelled a few times, Sofia realized her life was in danger and she ran away, no time to find me. I wasn't bitter, I just wanted her to be safe." She sighed again. "I knew her family had been killed, but for a time she was safe. And then… she came back for me. She didn't make it out. I did. " He looked at her, a sad look on his face.

"And then you eventually made your deal with Von Nazi and… well, I know the rest." He paused and the sound of the wind filled their ears, enveloping them. Curt was suddenly very aware of the cold mud beneath his feet and how dirty he had gotten kneeling. He slowly stood up. "Do you want to get a drink? There's a bar close by." Tatiana shrugged.

"You drink far too much, Mega. Also three in the afternoon, far too early. I can offer you some coffee. The agency finally gave a me a residence." He smiled and followed her as they cautiously made their way back down the muddy hill.

"How are you liking being an agent? I heard they basically gave you my old job."

"It's good. Downside is I'm under nearly constant surveillance by Cynthia. They're worried I might be working for Russians again." Curt looked at her with curiosity.

"And are you?" Tatiana glared at him and for a second Curt wondered if she was going to slap him.

"I've only just got my family back and I have a job I love. Of course not you тупица." The pair arrived at the sidewalk and Tatiana began to lead him in the direction of her apartment. "How's your mother. I got the wedding invitations yesterday." Curt almost snorted in laughter at her statement.

"God, I'm so sorry. I have told her we aren't getting married. But she hears what she wants to hear."

"Do you think you'd ever tell her?" They turned down a narrow street, passing shops and houses.

"I value my relationship with my mother. So no. The only living people I've told are basically you and Cynthia." She turned to him, surprised.

"Cynthia? There must be a story about that, you wouldn't willingly tell her anything." Curt sighed.

"Quite a few years ago some compromising photos ended up on her desk. She already knew, apparently, we weren't as good at hiding it as we thought."

"You aren't the most discreet person, Curt Mega. Ah, here it is." Tatiana gestured at the entrance to a shiny, new apartment building and opened the door. They walked into the elevator and she pressed the button with a shiny number 4 emblazoned in it.

"Fourth floor, not too shabby."

"At KGB they gave us barracks so this is a big step up." The elevator made a light ping sound as it reached its destination and Tatiana and Curt exited. She started rummaging through her bag, before finally pulling out a pair of keys. Then she turned to the closest door and began the process of opening it. "There we go," Tatiana muttered under her breath as the door clicked open. She gestured for Curt to follow her in. The apartment was fairly bare, with just a couch and a table and chairs. Surprisingly there were only one or two boxes.

"Nice decor." She rolled her eyes as she began to make coffee.

"How's the take chimera down going?" Curt buried his head in his hands as he sat down.

"Harder than expected. I am not getting enough sleep."

"Now I work for the agency you have a second informant. Barb sends her well wishes as well." Tatiana took the mugs down from the cupboard and filled with coffee pot with water.

"How is Barb? Still nerdy?"

"Be nice, Mega. She's still in love with you, after all. I'm trying to let her down easy." Curt shrugged as he tapped his fingers against the table.

"You sure we can't spike the coffee?

"I got rid of my alcohol in case you would come visit." This merited an eye roll from him, suddenly he noticed something shining on the floor.

"Oh, Tati. I think you'd dropped some jewelry." He leant down to pick it up. As he inspected it he recognized the necklace. "Hey! Isn't that…" Tatiana snatched the necklace out of his hands. "...Emily from weapon's necklace?" Realization dawned on him. "You just moved in and you've already had an escapade. I salute you, Slozhno." She shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh shut up, Mega."

#i cant not make characters queer #its an issue #spies are forever #spies are forever fanfiction #curt mega #owen carvour #tatiana slozhno #cynthia houston #fanfiction #curtwen fanfiction

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alittlesliceofcucumber · 5 years

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Yo could you do a Spies Are Forever fic with Curt/Owen pre canon like when they were just gay spies in love, maybe with some hurt/comfort thrown in?

Requests are open!

This was so fun to write! I love their relationship so I hope you like it too!Universe: Spies Are ForeverCharacters: Curt, OwenWords: 1353Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Implied RomanceTrigger Warnings: Brief mention of blood

Requested by anon

Missing You

A nervous Agent Carvour silently unlocked the door to the familiar apartment. Luckily for him, it was empty.

He immediately crept inside and began to look through the owner’s possessions for anything suspicious. There were various suits and tuxedos lying around, as well as an empty bottle of champagne. To Agent Carvour, that was promising.

But he knew that the most valuable items would be stored in the refrigerator. He snuck into the kitchen, sighed at the mess on the counter, and opened the fridge.

His heart sank.

It barely contained anything, let alone what he was searching for. There was a large selection of cheeses and a worrying amount of chocolate. He thought it would be better for everyone if he took some, for spying purposes only.

Sitting down on the couch, he held his head in his hands with an air of defeat. His mission had been a failure. He needed to change that.

He checked in his pockets briefly, only to find a few loose pound coins. Damn. He should have come prepared for America.

Of course, there could always be some money lying around the apartment. So he decided to search. He started with the wardrobe, from which an odd aroma was being emitted. With no luck, he decided to look through the drawers that were unlocked.

Suddenly, an idea flashed into his mind. He rushed into the bedroom, now beginning to feel the pressure of time, and opened a particular drawer on the bedside table. He groaned when there wasn’t even a dollar in sight, but there was something else that caught his eye.

A small leather book. But not just any old book. He could sense a diary from a mile away.

Having given up on the search for money, he succumbed to his curiosity and slowly knelt down in order to rest the diary on the bedside table as he opened it carefully.

The first entry was dated back in last August, and didn’t consist of anything exciting. Just various missions and complaints about Cynthia Houston. However, as he skimmed through the pages closer to the current date, a certain name stood out. He decided to read them in further detail.

17-06-1955A boring day. My leg is almost fully healed and I should be back in the field in a few days. I miss Owen.

18-06-1955Got a new mission today. An easy one. Record all movements of a certain suspect. I was about to write their name but I can almost hear Owen scolding me for being so careless.

19-06-1955Rookie was ill today so I asked Cynthia to look after him while I was busy. I don’t think she’ll ever talk to me again. If Owen was here, then he’d do it in a heartbeat.

20-06-1955The suspect has been ruled out, turns out he was just keeping a dog secret from his wife. It was stupid, but it gives me more time to look after Rookie.

21-06-1955Turns out Rookie had caught a bug that was going round. I took him to the vet and she said to take him on walks more regularly and make sure he’s eating healthy. I hope Owen’s eating healthy, he looked so skinny last time I saw him.

22-06-1955I think Rookie misses Owen too. He dug out one of the old jackets he gave me and cuddled it all night. The jacket has now been torn to shreds, which is a shame because I loved that jacket. Sorry Owen.

23-06-1955I asked Cynthia if she’d give me a day off tomorrow. It took a bit of fighting, but I got my way. I also asked her if she had any news about Owen. He’s still MIA. I hope he’s just undercover and that he’s okay. I’ll check again with Cynthia tomorrow. Just hearing that he’s alive would be the best birthday present I could ever wish for.

The entries ended there, and Agent Carvour felt something prickle in his eyes. He blinked away the tears immediately, not wanting to show his weakness.

He had become invested in these little notes, so he decided to read them all properly from the start. It would take a while, but it would be worth it. He could discover some very valuable information.

Curt Mega sighed as he reached the metal stairs that led up the side of the building to reach his apartment. The walk had been longer than he’d planned, which resulted in him being very tired with an over-excited Border Collie.

Suddenly, his dog started to bark hysterically and began to wag its tail like mad. It pulled against its lead, forcing Curt to let go, and sprinted up the steps.

“Rookie!” Called Curt, following the dog, “Calm down!”

Once he reached the top of the stairs, he gripped his side and breathed heavily for a few seconds, before walking through the open door of his apartment. He reached for his gun.

“Rookie? What’s wrong b-”

Curt froze. Rookie was gleefully rushing around a figure who was knelt next to his bed, holding his journal. His. Personal. Journal.

But then he noticed the tall, lean build of the figure, and the familiar dark hair slicked back in such a way that made Curt’s heart beat faster.

“Owen..?”

Agent Carvour turned his head to see Curt standing there with disbelief shining in his eyes.

“Curt…”

Hearing his voice was all the confirmation that Curt needed. He ran into Owen’s arms.

“I missed you so much. I thought you were dead.” He began to sob into the taller man’s shoulder. “I thought you had died. Cynthia told me today that you were presumed dead.”

Owen laughed softly as he gently rubbed Curt’s back. “I only just managed to get out of Russia. I’m supposed to report back in London, but I couldn’t miss your birthday, could I?”

Curt smirked and pulled away in order to view Owen’s pale yet beaming face.

“By the way,” Owen continued, “I’m outraged that you didn’t buy yourself a cake, Agent Mega.”

Curt laughed at the use of his nickname and lightly hit Owen on the arm. “Hey, I wasn’t going to celebrate your death, was I Agent Carvour?”

Owen shrugged. “Still. You deserve cake.”

It then occurred to Curt that his partner was still clutching his journal. He pointed to it hesitantly. “Did you uh, read that?”

Owen nodded and drew him in for another hug. Rookie danced around their feet. “Yes.” He whispered into his ear eventually.

Curt squeezed him harder. Owen winced.

Curt immediately pulled back, his arms still holding Owen’s shoulders, and looked at his partner anxiously. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Owen replied.

Shaking his head disapprovingly, Curt glared at Owen. “No, something is wrong.”

He let go of the other man’s shoulders and firmly stated: “Take off your shirt.”

If Owen’s eyebrows could have risen any higher, they would have touched the ceiling. He smirked coyly. “There’s a time and a place, Curt.”

“No, I’m serious.” Curt frowned. “Take it off.”

Owen sighed but relented. He removed his jacket (which Rookie instantly got a hold of and ran off happily with his new prize) and unbuttoned his shirt. Once that was off, he couldn’t meet Curt’s piercing gaze.

Curt circled the man, and sucked in a breath when he saw the injury. A long, bloody gash stretching all the way down Owen’s back. He felt the tears coming again.

“Who did this.” He said quietly. With only Owen’s hung head as a response, he repeated: “Who did this?! I swear I’m gonna kill ‘em!”

Owen chuckled drily. “I already did.”

The pair stood there for a few minutes in silence, neither wanting to ruin the precious moment. Until eventually, Owen yawned. “I’m sorry old boy, but I’m rather exhausted and I don’t seem to have a place to stay.”

Despite the situation, Curt grinned. “Say no more.”

Taking hold of Owen’s hand, he led him towards the bedroom. Whatever they had to face, they would face it tomorrow.

He smiled to himself. Birthday wishes do come true.

#spies are forever #curt mega #owen carvour #saf #tin can brothers #starkid requests #starkid #joey richter

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amillionstars · 6 years

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a comprehensive list of why spies are forever is the most brilliant song ever created

wow this took me 2 hours and is super super long, hope you enjoy

-we start off with the badass mary kate wiles setting the tone

- “time to get the girl again” LMAO

- the dancing in this is actually amazing it takes my breath away every day bc it’s so graceful and highlights curt and owens relationship perfectly

-the slow movements in the dance are also masterful, because the slow sharpness of the movements makes them seem even more frantic and crazy without going the easy way out with fancy tricks, big ensembles, and faster tempo and dance

-also i dont know if this was on purpose or just curt being himself, but the little detail for owen dancing right on the beat and curt being a split second behind is such beautiful subtle foreshadowing to one step ahead while also doing a brilliant job of characterizing curt as a less talented spy then owen without having them say a word

-”its time to stay alive” WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME

- when the company starts singing with them

- mkw’s high note holy shit she’s so talented

- when they all singing at once the mood getting crazier and faster and you can feel yourself almost panicking about it, which is awesome because the song doesn’t change at all, but just having the little echo of encouragement in the background raises the stakes so much higher because theres more at stake then just curt and owen, theres all these unseen people that they have to protect

-and when they come onstage and reveal that their song of encouragement about them being spies is really just a lie and they’re really foes is an amazing moment

-owen dying while they sing the lyrics spies are forever is just brutal, and curts face throughout the whole thing makes it even worse

- then we move on to the amazing reprise, coldest goodbye

- the way mkw voice changes to be lighter is amazing and completely changes the mood of the song

- it’s so painful and mocking, using every word of good luck from before against curt, almost shoving it in his face that he failed, and now hes stuck all alone. its such a difference from when the coapny sang while owen died, that was just sad but this is almost shoving every insecurity curt has back at him. “women can’t resist him” “villians can’t escape.” “spies never die”

- the delivery of “spies never die, spies are forever” is so hauntingly beautiful its actually painful

- then one step ahead holy shit (so it’s not a “reprise” but it uses the same tune and same lines in it for a majority of the song so i’m using it)

- the company coming in with the low part is completely breathtaking it’s amazing

- i know its just because they needed to clear the stage, but having the dead stand up and clean up before walking off was such a good decision bc it makes curt seem 10 times more alone and vulnerable. to him, the dead are never really dead anymore bc of the whole owen thing, so having to watch them leave, particularly his “friend” the informant leads to a whole new level of abandonment, because then even they couldn’t help him now

- you can hear curt’s pain so deeply in the first 2 lines and it hurts so badly

- but it’s a completly different type of dark reprise then all the other ones, it’s almost like an argument

- it’s so upbeat, but every word they say is painful, so it brings you to curt and owens conflicting emotions

- curt still loves owen, he just going out he was still alive but not the same anymore, and it’s genius to have him try and be a super spy in tone, be the hero everyone wants him to be, but the words he’s saying tell a completely different story

- same with owen, he has every chance to kill curt here, but he always delays it with another taunt. he has all the power and control of the scene, and it’s amazing to watch him barely fight back to injure curt in contrast to his words about hating curt

- when curt’s voice gets low and he goes it’s time to save the world again HOLY SHIT

- that’s just??? a stab in the gut??? it’s so painful???

- ooh sick burn

- curts little voice crack on you know you broke my heart is just....

- “i liked you better when you were dead” ok just a moment to talk about that line. curts entire motivation was owen. he sang about how he wished owen was there more then anything. he said how owen would want him to spy again, and how owen would want curt to work for the agency. and now all of that is being tore to pieces. he realizes owen hates everything curt was doing for him, he realizes that owen doesn’t want curt to do the things that make curt happiest. its a moment of sheer vunrability

-using the sound of music meledy was amazing, when i was younger i sang it constantly, and turning it around like that was genius. it shows curt and owen turning their backs on the past, it shows everything they ever loved being destroyed, and makes the audience even more upset, becuase something we care about and that we’ve cared about for a long time is being completly turned around to be bad in front of us, and its terrible

-OKAY NOW HERES WHERE THINGS GET EVEN MORE HEARTBREAKING SPIES ARE FOREVER OWENS REPRISE

-everyone cried while seeing this don’t even lie to yourself

- for some reason “always a spy” has stood out to me so much in this song, which always seemed weird bc it didn’t have much meaning to curt and owen on the surface, but its so painful because its blaming curt. owen loved to spy. he was good at it. he probably would have done it for years. but curt took that all away from him. curt took spying away from hi completely, he took the literal job, but he also ruined it by forcing owen into learning things about spies that he might not have wanted to know. and curt took his entire life away from him. curt got to always be a spy, and he didn’t. and its curts fault

-owens face during the entire thing is terrible, he’s got the upper hand, he has the chance to get rid of the man who ruined his life, he appears to have everything in this scene, but his eyes are completely different, they’re looking for curt to stop him, he’s simply hopeless

-”i remember.” im not even going to say anything about this one. it speaks for itself.

-the way his hands move before he finally puts up the gun is such an amazing detail, because he hesitates. he starts to put it up and stops himself. rewatching it makes me tear up, because they both don’t want to hurt each other. curts face says it all. owens body language and quivering voice speaks volumes louder then any words ever could. they’re just 2 broken men who used to love eachother and are standing in the ashes of everything they care about.

- owen not saying spies are forever the final time is heartbreaking. theres no other words for it. theres no blame left. theres no hope left. its over.

- when curt shoots owen, i always think of the lines from coldest goodbye “tall dark and dangerous, a man with nothing to lose.” curt has nothing left to lose anymore. he doesn’t love owen anymore. you can see his eyes go blank, when owen says that their secret died. but owen still cared. the love never fully left his eyes, the hesitation never left his face.

- and finally things change for the better with spy again reprise.

- he has nothing in the literal sense of the word, he lost owen, tati left, barbs moved on, he’s not in the agency anymore, but at the same time he has everything. he completes the phrase owen was never able to, he realizes that spies are forever. owens love was with him forever. owens hate was with him just as long. tati’s friendship was always there. the lines repeated over and over again, because its curts emotional journey. in the first spies are forever song, he didn’t say the word forever at the ending, owen did. the play was curt finallyrealizing what it was. a lie, a threat, an accusation, and finally a promise. its beautiful

#spies are forever #tin can brothers #joey richter #curt mega #mary kate wies #starkid #talk fine

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