semi hiatus.

Hello hello! Welcome to my MARVEL MULTI MUSE. This is a 21+, mutuals only, and dash only roleplay blog. It’s your girl, Annika at it again.

As always, feel free to send me memes to start interactions or an IM to scream out our muses or plot out a thread. Some muses were will be request / plot based only while others are open for anything.

I plan for this blog to be extremely lowkey and run on a queue as Sam, WINGEDSHIELD, is my main blog and he takes up a majority of my focus right now. If you want a list of all my Marvel blogs, you can find it on his pinned post.

I am going to move this multi back to a sideblog attached to Sam.

SHE FOUGHT WITH THE FIERCNESS THAT would make any Asgardian proud. Thor found himself pausing to admire the young one as she fought with metal claws and snarling teeth. The Thunderer was familiar with such a being; Logan or Wolverine as he was sometimes called. Thor had heard Bucky speak of him from time to time. He had yet to actually meet the...mutant himself. Such a strange word.

“I would hardly say it was luck, Thor. You’re simply jealous of my strength and wish for a better taste of it yourself,” she teases, “I used no cheats only strength and honor.” A great showdown between the Greeks and their distant friends up North, and a true, fairly matched competition at that a sweat had even accumulated upon her brow that time.

“I’m game for another round, but that is not why I am here I’m afraid. I’ve gotten word of an incoming threat that I can’t handle on my own and require a friend to bring into battle.”

IT  APPEARED  THAT  HIS  WORK  WAS  NEVER  DONE.  Fighting  this  battle  or  the  next.  It  was  a  good  thing  the  Asgardian’s  prided  themselves  in  being  noble  warriors.  Had  Thor  not  been  so  keen,  then  he  would  have  had  a  piss  pore  life.

Excitement  dimmed  for  a  moment  but  was  only  rekindled  at  the  prospect  of  a  team  up  between  him  and  Diana.  It  caused  a  radiant  glow  to  encase  the  Thunderer.

                as much as he would like to see helmut zemos dead body on the floor , there was one thing he was right about. they still needed him and adding to that he wasn’t a killer any longer. he wasn’t the weapon hydra made him and even though part of him wanted the other so suffer for what he had done to him , as he said those words , as he made him his puppet as well , he needed to forget and forgive , even though it was harder than expected. bucky clenched his jaw as well as his metal hand to a fists , as he just stared at the other man and with a fast move of his hand forward , he grabbed the glass just to smash it against the next wall. „ don’t you dare think for one second that once this is over you won’t end up in a cell again or worse , because you will. “ , he promised him with a low growl and venom in his voice.

HE FLINCHED. ZEMO COULDN’T HELP IT as the glass was ripped from his grip, shattered into a million pieces on the wall of his favorite apartment. For a single moment, the Baron thought James might nail him in the face. But the man held his ground and recovered his cool and collected expression. In fact, Zemo straightened his spine and stared Barnes in the face.

“Need I remind you, James,” the man began, triumph lining his features. “It was you who sought me out and released me from my cage. If anything, you should be locked away for freeing me.” Smug satisfaction tugged on his lips as he moved back to the bar to pour himself another drink. The fact he turned his back on the soldier was a testament to his bravery or stupidity.

“Yeah, it’s just been a long day.”

Whichwas his way of saying that once again he’d worked himself too hard.His right arm was now aching and while he’d thought he could workthrough it, he was starting to see that he couldn’t. And it was whyhe’d decided to switch over to working on one of the screens insteadof with the material on the table in front of him. Most of it wasdone anyways but he knew that Rhodey would make a point of remindinghim not to work too hard. He was the one who knew him the best andthe only one Tony never minded stopping in randomly. Of course, hewondered what it was he was doing there. He figured his friend wasbusy with the military or something like that. If he was there he hadto wonder if someonedecided to tattle on him to his friend. “Have you eaten? I canorder some takeout and you can catch me up on what you’re doing.”

@marvelheroics· // james rhodes

WEIGHT WAS ON HIS GOOD LEG, arms crossed over muscled chest. Careful, chocolate hues studied his best friend, reading between the lines. Sometimes, James just wished people would be honest with him. Especially Tony. Using his brain to figure out who means what could be exhausting but speaking Tony, it was second nature to the soldier.

MarvelHeroics said: “pardon my french: fuck those fuckers.” (Sharon)

     They were having such a lovely conversation discussing the homeland political wars taking place in conference rooms miles away from the real strife of the world and pretending that the fat cats in attendance knew what the world needed more than the ones who suffered in its bowels when Sharon spat out six beautifully eloquent words that just about summed up his feelings in general.

     Unfortunately the timing was ill advised and the whiskey that had barely made it past his lips shot back into his glass, ricocheting around the crystalline interior and back to make a beeline straight for his nostrils. He spluttered again and this time managed to pull the glass away before the damage totaled his airways, covering his dripping mouth with a gloved hand and wiping away the worst of the backsplash.

     “Well put.” James dislodges the remaining drops of liquid from his lungs with a hearty clearing of his throat and finds a towel to dry off his permeated shirt, dabbing while squinting through the absolute hellfire working its way from the inside out.

     “Those are the same fuckers who would throw your ass in prison for saving an innocent man’s life so- sentiment shared.” Well, maybe not the same fuckers but in the ballpark. The same grazing grounds as it were.

     “Can’t wait till all this is over and you can come home, smiling in those sour fuckers faces.”

THE BLONDE GAVE AN UNLADY LIKE snort, amusement curling at her lips like smoke. Sharon wasn’t always proper with her language and, given the circumstances, she didn’t feel the need to be eloquent around Barnes.

She moved to pat him on the back and hopefully clear his throat and lungs.

It’s hard to hold back a laugh to see such a large figure leap towards you just to fall in time with you as feet reach the ground. “I could tell,” Diana giggles. Her cheeks scrunch up her upper expressions with her overwhelming smile. “It’s not every day that I get an areal greeting.” But it’s not every day that there is someone who can match her in almost everything but fighting stance. “Are you really ready to lose again,” she teases.

THE  MIGHTY  THUNDERER  GAVE  A  PLAYFUL  SCOFF.  “That  was  pure  luck  on  your  part,  where  you  were  able  to  best  me.”  Though  thought  of  the  matter  was,  Diana  was  someone  Thor  could  contend  with.  Still,  the  Asgardian  had  a  chance  to  redeem  himself  and  he  vowed  to  prove  just  how  mighty  the  God  of  Thunder  could  be.