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----loved and adored by blossom

clint barton. intro. bucky barnes. intro. pepper potts. intro phoebe cuckoo. intro. ryoko sabuki. intro.

        ‘  oh ?  tell  me  your  …  aliases  ,   if  you  don’t  mind  .   i’ll  exchange  mine  for  yours  -  though  i  can’t  say  i’m  a  popular  singer  in  america  .  ’    though  her  dad  is  considered  a  supervillian  so  …  kinda  famous ?  in  a  bad  way  .    ‘  thanks  ,   electronics  and  i  get  along  well  .  ’  

 the  more  tatsu  hears  about  the  avengers  ,  the  more  irritated  she  grows  at  the  group  of  heroes  .  and  she  has  yet  to  meet  any  of  them  yet  !  “  well  that  must  get  old  really  fast  .  ”  a  god  complex  ?  how  annoying  .  she  thinks  that  most  of  the  avengers  would  look  down  on  other  methods  of  dealing  with  situations  .  and  would  likely  look  down  on  her  .  not  that  she  cares  .  but  it’s  still  annoying  .  “  the  amount  of  influence  they  have  is  nauseating  .  ”  shakes  her  head  .  “  pleasure  to  meet  you  .  tatsu  yamashiro  .  ”

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She was not alone. Most people did not know that occult studies existed. Though Daimon did not teach it because it was cool. He taught it because he felt the more people were educated about the supernatural, the better off they would be if the ever encountered demons. “It is pretty cool, and you’re not the first one to tell me that. I’ve had plenty of students who either took it because they think it’s cool, or because they think it’s an easy class. But it’s definitely not easy.” He might not have done any live exorcism demonstrations, but he fancied it was more interesting than math. “Don’t get too excited. We read and take notes, mostly. Though I throw in the occasional séance to keep things lively.” He smirked, both because he was teasing and because communicating with the dead was the very opposite of lively. Seeing that she assumed her pose, Daimon took the picture. “Looks good to me, but you should judge for yourself,” he said, passing the phone back to her.

trust  wasn’t  usually  mentioned  when  talking  about  selina  kyle,  many  people  probably  feeling  that’s  the  last  thing  anyone  would  do  when  it  came  to  the  former  thief.  she  did  it  to  herself,  really,  but  she  tries  to  look  past  that,  and  she’s  happy  she  ran  into  someone  who  seems  to  have  as  much  appreciation  for  the  animals  as  she  did.  watches  the  cats  intently  as  they  eat,  studying  them  as  they  do  so.  some  looked  more  tense  than  others  when  eating,  eyes  focused  on  the  world  around  them  and  she  can  only  imagine  what  they’ve  been  through.  selina  lets  out  a  chuckle  at  the  others  words.  “  mine  likes  to  think  he  isn’t  a  cat  lover  but  i  know  he  secretly  is.  give  it  two  weeks  and  i’ll  find  them  on  the  couch  together.  ”  amused  at  her  own  words,  she  can’t  help  but  smile.  the  mention  of  panthers  causes  her  to  raise  a  brow,  she  was  always  fascinated  with  big  cats.  “  a  panther?  that’s  pretty  cool,  i’ve  always  liked  big  cats  but  my  favorites  gotta  be  tigers.  ”  hand  reaches  to  let  one  of  the  cats  sniff  her  after  its  finished.   “  you  know,  it’s  notorious  that  birds  and  cats  don’t  get  along,  what  kind  of  bird  does  your  boyfriend  have?  ”  curiosity  often  got  the  best  of  her. 

open for all / @rewrittenstart​​ !

❝ ‘scuse me. ❞ roy leans down & scoops up the crumpled ten dollar bill from the ground, offering it to a nearby person. ❝ did you drop this ? ❞ he doesn’t really have that many qualms about just pocketing it, but he doesn’t want to be a dick.

STATUS: open to anyone. WHERE: completely up to you!

Wearing the stars and stripes won’t be accepted well by everyone in this country but Sam knew that when agreeing to take over the mantle. He’s prepared for anything that comes his way while representing this iconic symbol. The shield is currently attached to the back of his new suit. It’s vibrant and everything he wanted it to look like. This isn’t Sam’s first time wearing it out in public but news will travel fast. Someone is approaching him so he turns to look at them with a smile. “You heard right. I’m Captain America now.”

[ @rewrittenstart​ ]

There’s a chuckle leaving his lips …  unable to stop himself from laughing too. “Oh they sold maps in some of the shops but that also would require being smart enough to stop somewhere and buy one.” Which Thomas wasn’t always the brightest person in the room and that’s alright. It wasn’t like either of them considered that as an option back in the forties. Maybe they ere just equally as stubborn like brothers bickering to try and figure it out for themselves before resorting to the piece of paper. When flight is part of your gift then that tends to give you an advantage to figuring out where you are. It also requires knowing a little bit of geography but Toro expects to be slightly lost until adjusting to being in the future suddenly. 2012 has been proving itself to being very different and unlike 1943 in many ways. “I’ve never gotten the chance to race someone before … and that sounds like a lot of fun! Should we place a bet to make it interesting or just enjoy our time together?” Toro’s expression brightens after finding out that Ryoko can fly too. It makes him feel excited. He doesn’t really care much about winning, more so looking forward to having company up there in the clouds. There really isn’t anything quite like that feeling! “I don’t really remember them except for that story since they told it to me so many times. Jim adopted me when I was seven and he’s been the only parent I’ve ever really known. I’m lucky to have him as my pappy.” He smiles back brightly at Ryoko while they talk. If it were up to Toro then his style would be filled of clothes only in various army related color schemes. He could really use some help with figuring out what to wear …  what’s considered cool. It makes him happy that the other seems so be excited about lending a hand. He tilts his head and is just staring at the phone. It’s strange and Thomas just doesn’t understand these tiny boxes. He’s afraid that he might accidentally break one so maybe getting one can wait. Are they fireproof? “Street style?” Consider him curious and Ryoko is running to his side to show him her tiny box. There’s photographs on it, the first time he realizes you can use them for more than just phone calls. “I really like the jacket on the last photograph! Where do we acquire one?” His shoulder gently bumps hers while also leaning in closer to get a better look at the illuminated screen. What kind of sorcery made this possible?  

       it  comes  naturally  ,   laughing  around  this  man  ,   feeling  safe  ,   care  free  .   something  tells  her  that  she  can  trust  him  -  yet  another  thing  that  comes  easily  to  her  .    ‘  damn  ,   a  whole  list ?  and  have  you  seen  them  all ?  are  they  worth  the  crowds  that  are  probably  around  them ?  and  i  gotta  admit  -  the  cyclone  and  stark  tower  don’t  sound  the  slightest  bit  familiar  .  ’  

“  we  all  know  those  men  don’t  stand  a  chance  compared  to  you  and  your  sisters.  though,  it  doesn’t  justify  their  behavior,  men  always  have  a  way  of  ruining  things.  “  eyes  roll  at  her  own  words.  she  too  had  faced  unwanted  advances  of  men.  jean  had  only  went  because  she  was  desperate  to  find  other  mutants  that  she  hadn’t  seen  yet.  “  i  will  say  you  didn’t  miss  much,  it  was  rather  lack  luster.  “  not  even  the  open  bar  could  save  jean  from  her  boredom.  and  she  understands  her  anger,  the  redhead  too  held  a  lot  of anger  towards  the  avengers,  but  she  knows  better  than  to  save  her  energy  for  when  they  are  face  to  face. and  she  can’t  argue  with  phoebe’s  words,  the  arrogance  of  the avengers  never  goes  unnoticed.  “  i  know  i’m  supposed  to  be  gracious  as  a  leader  for  the  x-men,  but  i think  the  avengers  have  a  very  rude  awakening  coming  for  them.  quite  frankly,  i  am  tired  of  cleaning  up  their  messes.  “

“Most of us didn’t.” In fact, he couldn’t particularly think of anyone of the top of his head who joined their exclusive club did so willingly. Running his fingers across the knuckles of his other hand absentmindedly, the mutant did offer a small measure of a condolence.  “Sorry to hear it though.”

It might not be the best conversation for them to be having while standing in front of a tombstone with Thomas’ name on it. He can’t blame anyone for thinking that his existence is a hallucination after being dead for almost eight decades. He always thought himself to be indestructible due to the nature of his Inhuman physiology, the flames that constantly burn within him that can cover his skin in an instant. The fire burns a constant seven hundred and eighty degrees and that’s always been enough even if he could always go hotter. When aflame all blades and bullets melt before touching his skin. Which became his favorite trick to use in the war even if that meant singing his uniform. He ended up having to roll up his sleeves. This became something like a shield, protecting not just himself but his best friends and fellow soldiers when the timing got tough. Thomas became so convinced that nothing could hurt him and that would become his downfall one day. Deep down he doesn’t regret dying for his country. He knows that this is all real, obvious by the way his heart is beating so quickly. “Slamming doors would just be rude. I’d knock and ask nicely to be invited in.” He laughs for a brief moment but doesn’t linger on the subject knowing it would be hard for his best friend. He always thought that they’d grow old together and share war stories with their grandkids. Thomas knows this isn’t possible. His wife remarried and he can’t bring himself to be upset. She deserved to be happy and doesn’t look her up since it wouldn’t be fair to reopen those old wounds if she were still alive. It was his time to move on. “Bucks … I had no idea.” His chest feels heavy with grief. His own grief.

Once Toro has arms wrapped around Bucky for an embrace it’s going to be difficult letting him go. He notices that the grip is stronger than he remembers but he’ll have plenty of time to ask what that means. Times have changed but no matter what has happened? This is his best friend …  his brother. Nothing could change the fact he loves him like family. They grew up together in Brooklyn and so it brings him some peace knowing that there’s a familiar face here. “Everything is overwhelming.” He can’t rely completely on Bucky for everything with adjusting to this new time period but it helps knowing that there’s someone here who will understand why his behaviors are different from everyone else. He doesn’t understand how telephones can be carried around on these tiny rectangles in your pocket or what the internet is. Only two of many, many, many technological advancements that leave Toro more confused than anything. He’s sure there was someone talking to themselves in the street as if their friend was next to them but nobody was there. This world is odd but if he survived the war …  he might be dead of old age before he got to see any of this. What a strange though that is. Unfortunately that isn’t how his life got to end, instead, fate took him much too early. “Thank you …” Tears soaking Bucky’s clothes some more.

“There was so much left that I wanted to do …” Thomas could have went to art school. He could study French literature and spend his evenings sketching. He always envisioned this as his way of spending his time after the war was won. Maybe have some children, chasing toddlers around the house who recently discovered that they can create fireballs. However, life took a different path. He’s learning to accept it little by little. “I don’t mind being stuck with you. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I appreciate you helping me figure out a way to stay.” They pull back a little, eyes red from how much crying he has been doing but wants Bucky to have the chance to really look at him. “How much have you been working out?” He’s teasing lightly, trying to open up the conversation to something other than his death.

Bucky always thought of Toro as indestructible. He knows where it stems from, he can pinpoint it down to the very moment. He thought the fire that could engulf his skin would protect him from anything and everything. As kids, it protected him against illnesses so he wouldn’t get Steve sick. It could warm them on a cold night in Brooklyn or it could drive them crazy on a blistering summer day. That fire would simmer close to Bucky’s skin and warm him from the outside in, making him feel invincible too. They were just kids then, they didn’t know the horrors that were just over the horizon. Fire that could melt bullets but not the Tesseract powered weapons Hydra had. Fire that would be extinguished when the 107th was captured. Bucky can still hear him screaming, he can still feel the hoarseness of his own throat when he couldn’t yell for Toro anymore. A fire that went out and Bucky wasn’t there to see it. He didn’t see the last flicker of a fire he thought could never go out, after all they’ve been through now could it? No he never got to see that light die and maybe that’s why he could never accept it. Even in the short time he got to mourn, he thought over and over again it can’t be possible. There are myths of fire being reborn again -- rising from that ashes. And god --- maybe.. maybe Bucky was right after all. The embers never went out, they simmered because here is the phoenix himself. Toro is standing here, real and alive and -- warm. The fire has returned, not blazing, not yet but Bucky knows how he can fan those flames and help his friend after all these years. “I don’t think anyone would willing let in a ghost --- ‘s a good thing you’re not one.” No one wants to be haunted, because in the end it’s still death that follows people around. Bucky’s got enough of that as it is, it’s nice that someone from his past isn’t here to haunt him but rather... Bucky gets to guide him. “I know you didn’t.. but how were you meant to know? I don’t blame you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know why you did it.” He can’t tell Toro just yet that he made the same sacrifice, that Steve made the same sacrifice. That would not only confuse his friend but lead them into a conversation that Bucky isn’t exactly ready for. He’s not sure if he’ll ever be ready to tell Toro about the Winter Soldier.

There’s that warmth again. A sign that this is real, that Toro isn’t some fleeting memory in his head. No he’s here and feeling just as much as Bucky is. And -- damn it’s so much to feel. So much grief and anguish. So much confusion and yet there’s a kindling hope. There’s excitement that lingers because there’s so much more to the world now. There’s so much Toro can experience and learn. He knows that Toro is going to have a hell of a time here in the modern world and there’s not one else in the world he’d want to have these experiences with. “I know, pal. I know. It gets easier, trust me. I felt the same way you did.” He chokes on his own words, throat feeling tight from the emotions. He remembers when that dam of his mind was broken. The world was too big, it was too loud and too confusing. He had no one to navigate with. He won’t let Toro go though this alone like he did. No instead he’ll walk side by side with his friend and show him everything he can so he can begin adjusting because... he won’t let Toro go back. It’s selfish, but now everything has changed. Before he feared Hydra and wanted nothing more than to go back to his time but now? He knows if they fix the timeline, Toro dies. He refuses to let that happen. He couldn’t prevent it this time but he will now. “There’s no need to thank me... not for this. You’re my brother and I wouldn’t let you go through this alone.” 

It’s a relief that his son didn’t seem to bother the stranger at all. This makes his shoulders relax, all of his worries begin dripping away like water droplets off his skin after emerging from the ocean. He has a lot of experience with visiting the surface but it continues to surprise him even after all of these years. The three-year-old eventually settles in his arms so Garth decides to take a seat on the empty side of the bench, placing the boy in his lap, waving at the woman. “Thank you! His name is Cerdian and I’m Garth. It’s a pleasure to meet you … we aren’t from around here, so there’s been a fascination with all the different woodland animals.”

(  @bleedvnghearts​  )  hands  rest  in  front  of  him  gently,  leaning  against  the  counter  with  ease.  he  stands  in  silence  for  a  moment,  so  many  thoughts  going  through  his  head  these  past  few  days  that  if  he  talks  about  the  situation  at  hand  anymore  he  thinks  he’ll  combust.  not  that  he’s  trying  to  ignore  it,  but  breaks  from  it  were  nice  which  is  why  he  found  himself  in  a  small  coffee  shop  in  the  city.  after  his  order  is  called,  eyes  quickly  land  on  a  familiar  figure,  t’challa  making  his  way  towards  the  other  in  seconds.  “  bucky,  ”  he  greets  with  a  nod,  hoping  to  not  disturb  the  other.  “  may  i  sit?  ” 

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Remy was not sure what bothered him more–that she knew what the snake was saying, or that the snake might spot his subtle hand movements. “Yeah, dat’s a new one. I ain’t ever had a snake playin’ de game before.” And he was not sure he wanted to have one playing now. “Carnival? De nerve o’ you, femme.” He bristled at being compared to a common carnival barker. “Yeah you gotta pay. ‘Specially if dere’s two o’ you in de game. How fair is dat t’ me?” Remy raised an eyebrow as she dug into her purse, debating what price to set. He usually kept it low; that way people would keep trying. But the inclusion of the snake seemed to call for a higher price point. “Well, seein’ as dere seems t’ be two o’ you playin’…ten dollars. Not five each–two for you, an’ eight for de snake.”