evil too.

donna knows distress when she sees it. she’s encountered it too many times before and has experienced it in some ways that she isn’t proud of. when she nears the capacity of the unstable metahuman ( she thinks ), donna’s all but ready to fight, but rather understand. ❝ okay — ❞ her hands are sworn up in defense, a small step backwards as the amazon assesses the other’s warning… and even the climate of their surroundings. freaky, if she had to sum it up in one word.  ❝ okay. i don’t want anyone to get hurt, or for you to have to do so. what’s going on?? ❞

        lucky snoozed on top of his feet- clint could’ve easily moved the lazy pup but the man was comfortable as well. he sat on the bench with a slice of pepperoni in one hand, a lukewarm slice of cheese next to him waiting to be next. the man may have seemed at ease but his eyes still tracked other people throughout the park, keeping tabs in the way shield had trained him to- it was a part of his brain that he could never shut off. 

      “ if you want to sit, i’ll move the slice, but there’s no way goldielocks is moving before he’s good and ready to, “ he shifted to look at the person who had seemed to be approaching the bench, senses on alert. 

                  SOME ACT OF VIOLENCE is the first thing that flashes through her mind in order to get the other to move , but she instead stares him down , book in HAND . it’s one a high schooler would read , mayhaps their FRESHMAN year , so it looks a bit odd to see in an adult’s HAND --- nonetheless , she seems to have a certain affinity for the novel . FAHRENHEIT 451 is much more appealing to someone of her nature than she’d think . 

    kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable.  he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero.  standing out is sort of what he does.  but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead – he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to.  so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target.  it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost.  he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best.  he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him.  he feels too big and too small, all at once.  ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. )  fingers twist at an earring anxiously.  what if the world forgot about him ??

 “ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh.  he’s time-traveled before.  he’s been thousands of years in the future.  but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ??  he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.

       and  THIS  is why she fought so hard against tony   (  though he technically had no authority over her but  …  whatever  )  when he told her to move out.  cindy moon moves like clockwork;  fingertips create her costume as she climbs out the window of  their  apartment,  dark eyes surveying the scene.  she has to  ACT  fast before this  escalates.  a  text to tony  can wait.  webs flow from fingers,  cindy settling for simply  SURPRISING  the attacker,  before swinging down.    “  reyna !  ”    she’ll call,  eyes looking around before she tugs her mask down   (  she hopes she won’t regret this later  )  -  but she  needs  reyna to calm down before  something worse  happens.     “  –  it’s  ME,  cindy.  you’re safe,  he’s down.  ”    she still ties him up,  settling on webbing him to a pole before heading towards the brunette cautiously.    “  it’s just me,  bad joke roommate.  –  what’s happening,  are you okay ?  hurt ?  ”

CASSIE does not fear for her own safety        one may say she never has  !  in this moment , oddly , she feared for the perpetrator. blue eyes as wide as the ocean , her arm hooks around their throat to pull him down , away from the panicked girl they dared to harm. and as soon as their lights were out , she laid them gently to the pavement , hands raised solely to provide comfort to the girl in front of her.  ‘  it’s okay , look  -  he’s down. he won’t hurt you.  ’

the cutlery and other food  items of choice floating between the distance of the counter and fridge isn’t a difficult task to mentally focus on compared to trying to recall who wanted what on their sandwiches. she swore up & down there was a time she knew their preferences like the backside of her hand.  sue looks up to the opposing, a brief smile highlighting her features. ❝ are you the crust on or crust off kinda person? ❞  a pause,  ❝ or are you opting out of this round? ❞

DEFAULT LOCATION:  the baxter building, manhattan, ny.

bucky barnes was the longest surviving prisoner of war, one of the howling commandos, an american war hero AND publicly known as infamous assassin the winter soldier. only issue? jamie did not know about that, he didn’t know that was him. he was easily recognizable for someone who had no idea they were technically famous so when the former soldier caught strangers eyes he often assumed it was the large husky mix that was often dragging him down the street garnering the attention. “ uh - hi. did you want to pet him? ” jamie spoke up the dog obediently taking a seat by his owners side.

letting out a frustrated HUFF of air , gabriel shifted in his seat and was quiet for a moment before grumbling , ❝ — alright , i’m only gonna say this ONCE , understand ? ❞ he raised an eyebrow at the INNOCENT BYSTANDER , ❝ i’ll get you a free coffee , on the house , if you can give me a seven-letter word for colds that last a long time .. ❞ the man looked up at them expectantly , pencil hovering over the new york times’ sunday CROSSWORD PUZZLE .

“You’re welcome.” Damian doesn’t say those words often, if at all, but they felt right in this situation. “I was born and raised in Arabia for the first ten years of my life. After that I lived in Gotham. I moved here this year, is it obvious?”