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❝ the healer has the bloodiest hands. ❞
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❝ you’re going hurt yourself. ❞
from veda, to niko
The mixture of loud bass and far too many drinks can sometimes lead a guy to have far too much confidence in himself. And that's where the male witch found himself on a late night, deep in the ocean of bodies- instead of his usual position on the stage. Even when Nikolas wasn't having a show, the man still found himself at the club scene more often than not.
It felt like home, in a way. So, when Niko Minin spotted one of the dancing pedestals finally empty for once- the professional dancers probably on break or something- the DJ made his way through, stumbling and weaving through the right crowd. With a big, devious, grin on his face, the man began to push himself up on the pedestal- only to hear a stranger's voice from behind him.
Niko turned around, smile not leaving his face. "Oh, c'mon, I think you want to join me. You Americans and your fake worry, it's cute! Come, come." The man stood up on the small stage, motioning for the stranger to join him.
Veda didn’t consider herself much of a partygoer. Sure, she liked to have a little fun every now and again, but this was quite the crowd. And yet she found herself in the crowd of pushing, dancing, drunken bodies.
What caught her attention was a man attempting to push himself up on the pedestal. Alarm bells were ringing in her head. If he falls, he’d definitely get hurt, and people probably wouldn’t notice the fall. Poor guy didn’t deserve to get stepped on.
The last thing she expected was that response. For a moment, she just stared at Niko like a deer in headlights. “Fake worry? It’s not fake-”
An elbow to the side from a dancing girl beside her cut her off. “Ow. Yeah, sure, fuck it. Beats being down here.”
Veda pushed herself up just like the man had, getting her footing and taking a look around. This was… quite the view. So many faces, some looking at her and some not.
“Uh,” she started, loud enough to be heard over the music. “What the fuck do we do now?”
this vodka bottle is calling my name
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if I don’t reply just assume it’s my curse acting up
“ [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. “
from veda , to john .
@patchingmedic
On the streets of NY, John is forced to dodge a rapid punch. He seemed annoyed, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but a snow-ridden rode for a battlefield.
"Is that really necessary?" The Agent practically hissed, gripping into his bent shield. "I'm trying to help you, dumbass, but I'm not scared to fight." He warned, trying to figure out who this stranger was, and how he could calm her down.
Veda considered herself to be a good person. She really, really tried to be. Morality became a slippery slope when you were gifted a one way ticket to self destruction tied with a luminous ribbon. Nobody could blame her for being jaded.
Seeing none other than John Walker on the snowy streets of NYC? It only soured her rotten mood further.
In a split second decision, she rounded on him, swinging her fist with all her might. Seeing the shield made her freeze up, just a bit. Right - she should’ve known he’d still have one. Fucker is attached to it, probably.
And yet. Unfortunately for John, Veda Whitlock never does anything halfway.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mocked, surveying his stance to calculate if he’d retaliate. Of course he would. Some random lady just tried to hit him in the street. That… probably wasn’t her finest moment.
Her nose wrinkled into somewhat of a sneer. “You’re so scary, ain’tcha? God, you irk me.” With that, she reared her fist back and swung as hard as he could, aiming directly for his face.
"Christ, what-"
SHMACK!
Walker stumbled back, pain blooming from his nose. Crimson dripped down his nostril as he tried to regain his composure, icy eyes staring daggers at the ground as he wiped his face. Anger grew in a way similar to Lemar's death, but dissipated with a singular look around. So many people who were willing to ruin his entire career via one post walked along the sidewalk, curious eyes already on the two of them.
The Agent's eyes flicked back to the stranger, nose wrinkled as iron-gripped the girl by her shoulders, shoving the other into the adjacent alleyway inconspicuously. Stepping into the darker space, he leaned against the wall, shield by his side. His eyes stayed on the aggressive stranger.
"Alright, you can't do that, okay?" John tried to explain through gritted teeth. "I can't hurt you, it's bad for publicity. Why don't y'just send me a hateful direct message like the rest of my so-called 'haters' do?" At this point, his pointer and thumb were squeezing the bridge of his nose, seemingly both dealing with the annoying situation and figuring out if his nose was broken.
Veda had half a mind to fully just jump on John as he all but shoved her into an alleyway. A grunt of irritation left her as she begrudgingly followed suit, jaw clenched as she walked.
The dark alleyway shaded their faces, but there was no hiding her pissed off expression. She laughed abruptly as he spoke, bitter and irritated, only growing more angry by the second.
“A fucking direct message? What am I, twelve?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about publicity, Walker.”
His name is borderline spat with how vitriolic she sounded. Hands clenched into fists, she stepped right up to him, undeterred by his presence or the fact that he could probably kill her right then and there if he wanted to.
“What, y’scared?” The smile on her face widened tauntingly, her head tilting in provocation. “I knew you were a fuckin’ wimp. You can’t tell me what to do. Yeah, I think you’re just scared.”
The Agent's frown deepened as the other laughed, he certainly wasn't finding this situation that funny- he was just attacked in broad daylight! By some random girl! As she spoke, John had to take a moment to calm himself down, breathing in deeply through his nose.
"Fine. Cool. You don't care about what the public thinks about you, good for you." Walker offered a mocking thumbs up as he spoke, before continuing. "But I do!" The man hissed, taking a step toward the stranger as she started her taunting.
John used to have an easy way around this, a leading hand and a calm voice practically always by his side. Hoskins always knew how to soothe the Agent, always making him feel like he was in the right.. even when circumstances were quite the opposite. If Battlestar was here, Walker would've already been down the road, but he wasn't. He was stuck in an alleyway, wondering how the hell he managed to gain yet another enemy.
"I'm not scared. I'm just tired of your shit." John started sternly, holding his shield rather tightly. "Who even are you? What could I have possibly done to make you such an asshole, hm?" The Agent's sharp gaze was narrowed, blood slowly dripping down his nose from the previous punch.
Veda stared at Walker as he spoke, her face slowly morphing into outraged amusement. God, he was a real piece of work, wasn’t he? The irony of him calling her an asshole made her laugh in his face, shoulders shaking, fingers twitching into fists.
“I’m the asshole?”
She snorted again despite herself. “You’re a prick, that’s what. I see you on the news, y’know. All high and mighty. Well, I don’t fuckin’ like you. You and your… stupid scrap metal.” Tauntingly, she gestured to the shield he held so tightly in his hand.
It wasn’t everyday she found herself in the business of punching random folks. Even if they’re deserving of it. She was supposed to be the healer, right? She’d spent her whole life being that. The good one. Gentle, healing hands.
Life has a way of dragging you down. She’d been dragged through the mud and gotten absolutely nothing in return. Maybe it was time to inflict the damage instead of healing it - one punch at a time, apparently.
“I’m nobody,” Veda hissed. “What, gonna get me arrested or something? I plead the fifth, or whatever.”
Of fucking course. Some insane woman saw the news and decided that John Walker needed to be stopped. Stop what? Who knows. Just peachy. The Agent groaned, a palm on his forehead in exasperation. This is exactly what Walker didn't want to happen to his day off, but John couldn't really just walk away.. not unless he wanted this wild stranger to follow him to the Tower.
"Look." The blonde started, trying to ignore the woman's vile remarks about his bent shield. "I don't like the news they're makin' about me either. I'm just a guy, a guy who's very fucking sick of your horrible perception of me." John didn't look any softer, body still tense with anger and vague resentment toward this stranger.
"If you're a nobody, then leave me alone." Walker spat, venom rampid in his tone. "Walk your punches straight to a mental institution, given you're acting like a fucking lunatic!"
John turned around then, trying to make a calm escape from this crazed random. An attempt at one, at least. He didn't have time for this mess, he already had enough of those.
Veda didn’t mind being called names. Hell, she had grown some pretty thick skin in her time. She’d just never been called a fucking lunatic before. It fanned the flame in her chest more than she had expected, her jaw clenching so hard she was shocked her teeth didn’t just snap.
“Oh, you motherfucker,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
With that, she lunged. She wasn’t as trained as he was, she knew that. If it came down to it, he’d wipe the floor with her. That super serum running through his veins would make it easy for him to just throw her against the wall and end it all right then.
What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in audacity, tenfold. Her fist connected with his back this time - ouch - her other hand swatting towards the back of his head. It wasn’t agile by any means, but Veda was scrappy and fought dirty.
“You really don’t make yourself look any better than you do in the news!” She sneered, kicking at his general direction.
Of course John had heard the outcry, the thrown insult that only made the man chuckle as he tried to end the interaction. However, what he didn't hear were the furious footsteps toward him, the wheeled back punch straight to his spine. The Agent stumbled forward, almost falling to his knees from the wind that'd been knocked out of him.
"Christ-" Walker wheezed, his face twitching from the sheer fury that this stranger caused him at that moment. He whipped around, narrowly missing the smacks to the back of his head- deflecting the attack with the scratched-up shield. "You're not makin' any good first impressions either, y'know!" The Agent argued, swiftly sliding to the side to avoid a kick.
He finally made his decision to fight then, head too full of anger to be soothed and talked down. John took a fast step forward, winding back a fist in an attempt to punch her right in the gut. Maybe she'll realize how stupid she's been once she's had a good tussle.
"In fact, I think you're pretty damn annoying right now!"
Veda’s nose wrinkled in distaste. What would he know? If you asked her, she was making one hell of a first impression. Going toe to toe with John Walker? Well, that’s impressive in and of itself, she’d say.
She opened her mouth to argue when he swung, his fist connecting with her stomach in a sharp punch. A grunt of pain left her as she stumbled backwards, one hand clutching her stomach - god, that hurt.
“Fuck,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You - hah - you’ve got a hell of a punch. Fuckin’ ow.”
Keeping her eyes on him, she bit the inside of her cheek as she took a few steps back. The hand resting on her stomach lifted just a smidge - and then, there was a faint light. Luminous, golden energy flowed through her fingers smoothly as she focused on at least lessening the pain.
There was a lot she still didn’t know about her abilities. She hadn’t had much opportunity to use them, really, just small injuries on other people. Never had she tried to use her magic on herself.
“Yeah, I’m annoying, whatever,” she murmured. “Starting a fight with you probably wasn’t my smartest move, huh?”
As the lady stumbled back, Walker felt a hint of regret- head at a sudden swivel, as if he'd turn and see a hundred people with their phones out. He could almost hear the sound of that goddamn fountain in the plaza for a moment, before rolling his shoulders back and taking a deep breath. There was no one here, other than him and the-
When the Agent looked back over at his attacker, light bloomed from her hovering hand, causing John to pause for a moment. She's a superhuman..? The man questioned to himself, before taking a slow step forward. He dropped his shield to the side, holding his hands palms out.
"Yeah, that was really fuckin' stupid." Walker answered plainly, before continuing. "Look. Clearly you're outmatched, and I don't actually want to fight you." The Agent leaned against the alley way's side wall, eyebrows furrowed. God, why was he always put in these situations? When is it Barnes' turn?
"Careful 'bout usin' those powers in public, or Valentina might make you one of her puppets. Then you'll be on the news, shown in a bad light. It sucks." The man spoke after a moment of silence, tone stern but not nearly as angry as he has before.
Veda panted slightly, her eyes sliding shut for just a moment as the magic filtered through her fingers. It still took a lot out of her, even for healing little injuries like this. The pain in her stomach lessened by just a fraction, replaced by a warmth flowing through her veins.
Once she was good enough to stand upright again, she dropped her hand. The glowing luminosity stopped instantly.
The Agent’s words made the corners of her lips turn upwards a tad. Yeah, right. Like she would ever be on a team like that. The idea itself was laughable.
“Can’t say I’m too worried about it.” Leaning against the wall, she fiddled with the zipper on her jacket to give her hands something to do. Veda’s a busy body through and through.
A shrug. “Valentina’s your boss, right? That’s great for you and all, but I’m pretty sure your team isn’t taking new people. She couldn’t make me join anyway.”
It was evident that Veda didn’t know much about it. If Valentina wanted her on the team, she’d be on the damn team. She seemed pretty confident that it wouldn’t happen. “I don’t do teams anyway. Much less teams that are nationally broadcasted.”
is it always so snowy here?? it’s fucking insane i love it
//is she part of any teams??? but more importantly, who are her besties (and is she in love with anyone)
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|| hello!!!! so, when i created her, i imagined her with the new avengers !
veda ultimately prefers working alone. she’s argumentative, she’s impulsive, she has little regard for her own safety. but, of course, the team she inevitably ends up with is less than perfect. she feels like she fits in.
love and friendship are complicated for her. she considers everybody on the team a friend, but she’s particularly fond of yelena ! that’s bff!!!
she will struggle at first in a friendship with walker. their personalities may not mesh well to begin with, and she may struggle to fully trust him. once she spends enough time with him, she inevitably softens.
love is a llloootttt more complicated, i fear … she craves love and affection, but doesn’t really know what to do with it when she receives it. there has to be a friendship for her to be attracted to you. she also can’t be with someone too “normal”. veda will struggle to trust fully and may keep you at an arms length. gotta be patient w her </3
she’s a versatile girly i’d love to put her in a Romance situation one day
|| pssstspspsstt you want to interact with veda so bad
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i was crazy back then (8 minutes ago)
“ [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. “
from veda , to john .
@patchingmedic
On the streets of NY, John is forced to dodge a rapid punch. He seemed annoyed, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but a snow-ridden rode for a battlefield.
"Is that really necessary?" The Agent practically hissed, gripping into his bent shield. "I'm trying to help you, dumbass, but I'm not scared to fight." He warned, trying to figure out who this stranger was, and how he could calm her down.
Veda considered herself to be a good person. She really, really tried to be. Morality became a slippery slope when you were gifted a one way ticket to self destruction tied with a luminous ribbon. Nobody could blame her for being jaded.
Seeing none other than John Walker on the snowy streets of NYC? It only soured her rotten mood further.
In a split second decision, she rounded on him, swinging her fist with all her might. Seeing the shield made her freeze up, just a bit. Right - she should’ve known he’d still have one. Fucker is attached to it, probably.
And yet. Unfortunately for John, Veda Whitlock never does anything halfway.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mocked, surveying his stance to calculate if he’d retaliate. Of course he would. Some random lady just tried to hit him in the street. That… probably wasn’t her finest moment.
Her nose wrinkled into somewhat of a sneer. “You’re so scary, ain’tcha? God, you irk me.” With that, she reared her fist back and swung as hard as he could, aiming directly for his face.
"Christ, what-"
SHMACK!
Walker stumbled back, pain blooming from his nose. Crimson dripped down his nostril as he tried to regain his composure, icy eyes staring daggers at the ground as he wiped his face. Anger grew in a way similar to Lemar's death, but dissipated with a singular look around. So many people who were willing to ruin his entire career via one post walked along the sidewalk, curious eyes already on the two of them.
The Agent's eyes flicked back to the stranger, nose wrinkled as iron-gripped the girl by her shoulders, shoving the other into the adjacent alleyway inconspicuously. Stepping into the darker space, he leaned against the wall, shield by his side. His eyes stayed on the aggressive stranger.
"Alright, you can't do that, okay?" John tried to explain through gritted teeth. "I can't hurt you, it's bad for publicity. Why don't y'just send me a hateful direct message like the rest of my so-called 'haters' do?" At this point, his pointer and thumb were squeezing the bridge of his nose, seemingly both dealing with the annoying situation and figuring out if his nose was broken.
Veda had half a mind to fully just jump on John as he all but shoved her into an alleyway. A grunt of irritation left her as she begrudgingly followed suit, jaw clenched as she walked.
The dark alleyway shaded their faces, but there was no hiding her pissed off expression. She laughed abruptly as he spoke, bitter and irritated, only growing more angry by the second.
“A fucking direct message? What am I, twelve?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about publicity, Walker.”
His name is borderline spat with how vitriolic she sounded. Hands clenched into fists, she stepped right up to him, undeterred by his presence or the fact that he could probably kill her right then and there if he wanted to.
“What, y’scared?” The smile on her face widened tauntingly, her head tilting in provocation. “I knew you were a fuckin’ wimp. You can’t tell me what to do. Yeah, I think you’re just scared.”
The Agent's frown deepened as the other laughed, he certainly wasn't finding this situation that funny- he was just attacked in broad daylight! By some random girl! As she spoke, John had to take a moment to calm himself down, breathing in deeply through his nose.
"Fine. Cool. You don't care about what the public thinks about you, good for you." Walker offered a mocking thumbs up as he spoke, before continuing. "But I do!" The man hissed, taking a step toward the stranger as she started her taunting.
John used to have an easy way around this, a leading hand and a calm voice practically always by his side. Hoskins always knew how to soothe the Agent, always making him feel like he was in the right.. even when circumstances were quite the opposite. If Battlestar was here, Walker would've already been down the road, but he wasn't. He was stuck in an alleyway, wondering how the hell he managed to gain yet another enemy.
"I'm not scared. I'm just tired of your shit." John started sternly, holding his shield rather tightly. "Who even are you? What could I have possibly done to make you such an asshole, hm?" The Agent's sharp gaze was narrowed, blood slowly dripping down his nose from the previous punch.
Veda stared at Walker as he spoke, her face slowly morphing into outraged amusement. God, he was a real piece of work, wasn’t he? The irony of him calling her an asshole made her laugh in his face, shoulders shaking, fingers twitching into fists.
“I’m the asshole?”
She snorted again despite herself. “You’re a prick, that’s what. I see you on the news, y’know. All high and mighty. Well, I don’t fuckin’ like you. You and your… stupid scrap metal.” Tauntingly, she gestured to the shield he held so tightly in his hand.
It wasn’t everyday she found herself in the business of punching random folks. Even if they’re deserving of it. She was supposed to be the healer, right? She’d spent her whole life being that. The good one. Gentle, healing hands.
Life has a way of dragging you down. She’d been dragged through the mud and gotten absolutely nothing in return. Maybe it was time to inflict the damage instead of healing it - one punch at a time, apparently.
“I’m nobody,” Veda hissed. “What, gonna get me arrested or something? I plead the fifth, or whatever.”
Of fucking course. Some insane woman saw the news and decided that John Walker needed to be stopped. Stop what? Who knows. Just peachy. The Agent groaned, a palm on his forehead in exasperation. This is exactly what Walker didn't want to happen to his day off, but John couldn't really just walk away.. not unless he wanted this wild stranger to follow him to the Tower.
"Look." The blonde started, trying to ignore the woman's vile remarks about his bent shield. "I don't like the news they're makin' about me either. I'm just a guy, a guy who's very fucking sick of your horrible perception of me." John didn't look any softer, body still tense with anger and vague resentment toward this stranger.
"If you're a nobody, then leave me alone." Walker spat, venom rampid in his tone. "Walk your punches straight to a mental institution, given you're acting like a fucking lunatic!"
John turned around then, trying to make a calm escape from this crazed random. An attempt at one, at least. He didn't have time for this mess, he already had enough of those.
Veda didn’t mind being called names. Hell, she had grown some pretty thick skin in her time. She’d just never been called a fucking lunatic before. It fanned the flame in her chest more than she had expected, her jaw clenching so hard she was shocked her teeth didn’t just snap.
“Oh, you motherfucker,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
With that, she lunged. She wasn’t as trained as he was, she knew that. If it came down to it, he’d wipe the floor with her. That super serum running through his veins would make it easy for him to just throw her against the wall and end it all right then.
What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in audacity, tenfold. Her fist connected with his back this time - ouch - her other hand swatting towards the back of his head. It wasn’t agile by any means, but Veda was scrappy and fought dirty.
“You really don’t make yourself look any better than you do in the news!” She sneered, kicking at his general direction.
Of course John had heard the outcry, the thrown insult that only made the man chuckle as he tried to end the interaction. However, what he didn't hear were the furious footsteps toward him, the wheeled back punch straight to his spine. The Agent stumbled forward, almost falling to his knees from the wind that'd been knocked out of him.
"Christ-" Walker wheezed, his face twitching from the sheer fury that this stranger caused him at that moment. He whipped around, narrowly missing the smacks to the back of his head- deflecting the attack with the scratched-up shield. "You're not makin' any good first impressions either, y'know!" The Agent argued, swiftly sliding to the side to avoid a kick.
He finally made his decision to fight then, head too full of anger to be soothed and talked down. John took a fast step forward, winding back a fist in an attempt to punch her right in the gut. Maybe she'll realize how stupid she's been once she's had a good tussle.
"In fact, I think you're pretty damn annoying right now!"
Veda’s nose wrinkled in distaste. What would he know? If you asked her, she was making one hell of a first impression. Going toe to toe with John Walker? Well, that’s impressive in and of itself, she’d say.
She opened her mouth to argue when he swung, his fist connecting with her stomach in a sharp punch. A grunt of pain left her as she stumbled backwards, one hand clutching her stomach - god, that hurt.
“Fuck,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You - hah - you’ve got a hell of a punch. Fuckin’ ow.”
Keeping her eyes on him, she bit the inside of her cheek as she took a few steps back. The hand resting on her stomach lifted just a smidge - and then, there was a faint light. Luminous, golden energy flowed through her fingers smoothly as she focused on at least lessening the pain.
There was a lot she still didn’t know about her abilities. She hadn’t had much opportunity to use them, really, just small injuries on other people. Never had she tried to use her magic on herself.
“Yeah, I’m annoying, whatever,” she murmured. “Starting a fight with you probably wasn’t my smartest move, huh?”
you have to understand. There are several things wrong with me
[guy who has been holding an insane amount of tension in his body for a week straight] bro why do I feel so awful
nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me
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ok I endured it. now what!!!!!!!!!
i'm like if someone who was incredibly clingy and obsessive was also incredibly avoidant and elusive
