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⟢ 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 presents a cosmically interwoven interpretation of 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.   ❛   𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.   ❜  STRICTLY IN COMPLIANCE WITH MARVEL COMICS.   exclusively designed after his original lore and origination.   please read 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 for more.

#2814s is an independent, selective, & heavily headcanon-based interpretation of 𝗛𝗔𝗟 𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗡 of 𝗗𝗖 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗦. this blog is 18+ ONLY & may feature triggering themes. read carrd before following or interacting. est. ²¹, revamped ²⁶. written with love by bren ( ²⁶, ᵗʰᵉʸ/ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ᵐˢᵗ ) this blog exclusively uses the beta editor + xkit rewritten, and is extremely anti-ai.

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i  am  deeply  drawn  to  the  trope  of  long-distance  yearning.  Adam  is  absent  for  an  extended  period,  carrying  out  the  will  of  entities  far  beyond  even  the  gods—pursuing  a  cosmic  mission  that  demands  sacrifice,  even  if  it  disrupts  the  plans  of  others.  What  captivates  me  most  is  the  moment  he  returns:  relinquishing  his  power  of  flight,  he  marches  with  unwavering  resolve  toward  the  one  he  longs  for,  and  without  hesitation,  gathers  them  into  a  cloaked,  embrace. 

barton had to wonder at first what kind of strings some random man that was named adam, as he was told, must've pulled to get him out of solitary confinement and up to see him in the visitation area; but then he actually entered the empty visitation area, and the only person present in it gave off the impression that somebody might as well have hung a comically large sign saying 'vigilante' while having it point to him... which admittedly almost made him consider calling back the orderly who had brought him there to tell them he didn't want to see this guy. but then he was being handcuffed to the table, so its not like he had any choice in the matter of actually talking with adam or not. barton could only exercise what little iota of control he had in this situation and that was his reaction to it.

thus, he let a distinct frown spread across his lips as he huffed in indignation, rubbing his hands down his face whilst he tried to come up with something clever to call adam. because he was not going to act like he was a first-name basis with him as he sure as hell didn't want to be called barton by him, if this man across from him was even human (he looked a bit... metahuman-y). ❝ alright, boy-scout, you got what you wanted by getting me out of solitary confinement to come and see you somehow - lord only knows what kind of promises or calls you had to make for that... so what's the deal? you need to talk to me to try to find someone else or what? ❞ barton had been talked to multiple times before to try to help other law enforcement individuals find people like the joker, but he never told them jack. so it was reasonable for him to assume that might be why adam was there.

the  golden  man’s  thinly  aureate  brow  line  protruded  softly  at  the  nickname  he  had  received  after  just  barely  having  met  the  man  .  by  the  stars  …  had  he  truly  been  succored  into  these  shackles  bound  by  order  ?  granted  the  warlock  has  learnt  not  to  question  what  guise  the  universe  has  bidden  him  in  ornament  .  he’s  been  in  more  bizarre  plains  and  terrestrial  planetary  maps  purely  on  the  surface  of  a  lone  traveling  meteorite  .  seeking  answers  and  protecting  those  deemed  fit  by  the  universe  .  but  now  he  resides  upon  the  soil  of  his  own  home  planet  ;  earth  .  adam  expels  a  silent  breath  from  his  flared  nares  ,  his  lips  pulled  into  a  taut  ,  thin  ,  line  .  he  thrums  the  staff’s  elongated  tail  annexed  to  his  red  feet  ,  cutting  the  man’s  elaborate  scheme  to  get  out  of  this  predicament  .

this  is  once  again  one  of  those  times  .  is  he  truly  a  thorn  in  this  many  people’s  sides  that  hostility  is  the  first  thing  he  is  greeted  with  ?  ❝  it  wouldn’t  be  necessary  .  ❞

adam  didn’t  intend  to  prolong  this  longer  than  necessary  .  (  and  he  surely  ,  didn’t  need  to  )  the  peripherals  of  pearled  whites  move  subtly  ,  canting  his  head  albeit  as  they  maneuvered  to  the  window  that  evidently  had  people  observing  them  .  not  that  this  would  spoil  his  plans  ,  hardly  ,  it  would  just  make  things  albeit  difficult  for  them  to  understand  .  should  they  ask  .  after  all  ,  the  espionage  agency  so  called  S.H.I.E.L.D  dubbed  him  access  and  permitted  questioning  .  and  some  other  informal  agency  coincided  among  the  statutes  of  gotham  city  ...  bruce  enterprise  ,  was  it  ?

 ❝  but  i  agreed  to  follow  the  laws  of  your  realm  .  and  i  could  easily  favor  your  soul  instead  to  answer  for  me  .  ❞  he  was  blunt  and  straight  to  the  point  .  adam’s  fingers  cradle  the  slender  cosmically  imbued  weapon  ,  its  warmth  coaxing  a  tender  web  that  favored  the  beans  of  his  artificial  lifeblood  .  the  soul  gem  mounted  upon  his  temple  purred  in  feverish  wanting  -  a  craving  he  knew  meant  the  manipulation  of  a  soul  .  “  but  you  wouldn’t  very  much  like  it  …  neither  would  the  beings  that  watch  us  .  ❞

❝  you’ve  snitched  plenty  by  making  yourself  very  identifiable  target  .  ❞  a  subtle  smirk  splays  on  his  plush  lips  .  ❝  i  didn’t  ask  anything  …  i  reckon  you  have  a  rather  exploitative  mouth  .  you’d  do  well  to  silence  it  if  you  truly  have  nothing  of  import  to  yield  .  ❞  now  then  ,  shall  we  ?