✧doom days✧

muses for a closed multimuse group -------- loved by blossom

amora. tags. bucky barnes.  tags. yelena belova.  tags. phoebe cuckoo. tags. dalma. tags. jessica drew. tags. zelda dubois. tags. jane foster. tags. melissa gold. tags. doreen green. tags. jean grey. tags. hercules. tags. logan howlett. laura kinney. tags. helena kosmatos. tags. selina kyle. tags. cassie lang. tags. anna marie lebeau. tags. jubilation lee. tags. lin li. tags. angie martinelli. tags. wanda maximoff. tags. barbara minerva. tags. cindy moon. tags. namora. tags. peni parker. tags. pepper potts. tags. reed richards. tags. ryoko sabuki. tags. sif. tags. cassie sandsmark. tags. johnny storm. tags. riri williams. tags. charles xavier. tags.

Steve’s been doodling on a piece of napkin for what seems like hours, pen idly moving against the paper while his attention is on the city outside the window. Brooklyn’s changed so much since he was a kid, decades of change bleeding through the very heart of the city. But at it’s core, the city seems the same. “Since Ma found it during when I was trying to learn how to draw bodies. Learn to keep it hidden real quick after that.” He leaves out the fact that had been when most of his sketches had also been mostly Bucky; the time when he was certain his mother had caught on to the crush he’d carried around for his best friends. But she hadn’t ever said anything. “Old age must be messin’ with your head, I haven’t kept it under my pillow in ages.” The pen falls from his fingertips, doodles forgotten about as he gives Bucky his full attention. “Especially since someone keeps checkin’ under there for things they aren’t supposed to be lookin’ for.”

Agent Hammond is a title that Jim has grown proud of carrying. He has been called many names over his lifetime but that is one of the nicer ones. He feels respected and isn’t that what anyone wants? The red uniform accented with the organizations logo on his shoulders but that flame symbol is still in the center of his chest. His duty here on this mission is to be the leader of this team but they’re still waiting on one more to join them before the quinjet takes off. Jim is calm and always serious when it comes to these moments. 

The briefing can wait until a certain someone joins them.

In the meantime, the blond walks over to an empty seat with his tablet in hand, looking over some details that he’ll need to go over with everyone. He can hear all of the other agents talking amongst themselves on the other side of the transport. He decides not to interrupt yet.

It doesn’t take long for Jim to finally hear Bucky walk onto the jet. He decides to stand up from his seat to approach. “You’re late, son.” Only by a few minutes, so he doesn’t plan on giving him too much of a hard time. 

[ @strawberrysvgar​ ]

Bucky wasn’t late on purpose. He knows how Jim gets, the lectures last hours if he’s in the mood. He really isn’t sure what sort of mood that Jim was going to be in which means the lecture could be a few minutes or a few hours -- he hopes he’s in a good mood for his own sake. He’s quick to jog onto the jet, watching as the agents glance over at him. They don’t look angry which means no lecture has started on the importance of timeliness. However that doesn’t always mean anything, the lecture could be saved for him only. Here’s to hoping he gets off with minimal damage.

( @underworldtm​ / jason ) Yelena’s fingers are gentle as they run over the smooth object, truly admiring the piece of weaponry. She can tell it’s been modified and truly she’s impressed. She had found on accident... okay maybe she didn’t. The night before Yelena had been invited in for a little fun. They had connected easily out at the bar and she didn’t think he was all that much of a threat. While sure she was a little wrong, but if he had really wanted to kill her, he had every chance to attempt to kill her. He didn’t so Yelena didn’t worry all that much about it. However as they stumbled in last night she had seen something from the corner of her eye. So this morning she had pulled on one of Jason’s shirts and began to investigate. It seemed her instincts were right, and now she’s sitting in a little basement walls covered in weaponry and computers. Yelena had poked around on a few of the computers and found no trace of anything related to her or the Red Room, so once again it seems they were complete strangers and just had even more common interests than they knew. 

“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t.” There had been a part of Natasha that expect Yelena not to show, to blow her off after years of no contact between them. But there had been a larger part of her that needed this, whatever closure there was going to be between them. “SHIELD wasn’t supposed to be like that. We were trying to help.” That is still a hard thing for her to wrap her head around, leaving the controlling Red Room ad trading it in for another organization that played her like a puppet. Fingers drum on the mug, eyes glancing around the cafe around them. There’s pictures plastered of every famous person that walks in the door and Natasha knows her own is up there. An assassin hidden among the heroes of the world. “I wanted to apologize for never reaching out and finding you. For leaving you to the Red Room when I left. For not going back for you.” Her family is plastered somewhere on these walls but her first family is sitting in front of her. ”I have no idea if you kept up with the Avengers or not, but I died. The universe brought me back and I’m still not sure why. If this really is my second chance at living, I wanted to make sure to right the wrongs I didn’t get around to the first time.”

( @underworldtm​ ) The Furies are talkative. That’s unusual for the three sisters, they usually only come to Helena when they sense her rage or anguish. Very rarely do they linger instead her head and want to chat. They’ve never been sentimental beings, no. They like the crueler things in life, and apparently they think being dropped into another universe is cruel enough to watch this new world through her eyes. Helena decided that the best way to find out about this earth’s history is through museums. The woman has learned a lot so far, The Avengers, the Fantastic Four and the X-Men. All very different from the world she was born into. However, the Furies linger in the back of her mind. Laughing and snickering as she reads over a panel about Captain America. “Boring! So noble and just.” They jeer in the back of her mind. “These heroes are boring, find us something better Helena!” It seems like a threat, but it’s far from it. They find too much joy in taking over her body to abandon her now. She’s their only source of entertainment. She shushes them under her breath walking away from Cap’s panel. There’s a large photo that catches all of their eyes. It’s an in action photo, black and white like the times -- but it’s obvious to tell the man is on fire. His fist colliding with a devil, the arm band tells her all she needs to know. The Furies seem to cheer as she heads over to the information panel. It seems the can feel the man’s anger through the photo. So can Helena, but for a different reason. 

( @strawberrysvgar​​​​ / yelena ) The cafe from down the road from Compound is nice enough. It’s owned by people the Avengers have saved countless times, a nice discount given to Earth’s favorite heroes. Natasha doesn’t frequent it often, too busy taking over leading the Avengers during the Blip and then saving the universe again, but the couple of times she has gone it’s been pleasant enough to make her want to go back. “I wasn’t sure you’d meet me.” The Russian rolls off her tongue easily, her native language the thing that ties them together. “You’ve been busy since the Red Room fell.”

( @strawberrysvgar​​​​ / @underworldtm​ ) “You know, locking a man out of his own house on his birthday?” Tony starts as soon as he back inside the kitchen of the cabin. JARVIS greets him, the bots hovering nearby in anticipation of something. Though those three are always hovering in anticipation of something, a constant fear that something was going to go wrong. “Don’t quote me on it, but I’m pretty sure it’s against the law or something.” Sure spending the day with Morgan had been great, there’s never a time where he wouldn’t want to hang out with his daughter, but there’d been the lingering hope that Pepper had something planned for just the two of them. “But if Morgan says I bought her anything other than ice cream today, she’s lying. We only looked at getting her her own pony.”

Nerves are settling in about showing his father where he has been staying. It’s nothing special, only able to afford staying at one of the local run down motels. There are bullet holes in the door but RJ has managed to make the best out of an unfortunate situation. The truth? This room was better than any of the places his handler took him to that were being called a home. All their neighbors on the outside thought they were a normal family but they were unaware of all the horrific brainwashing going on inside the home. This is how RJ learned to lie, watching how Colt could fake a smile and pretend like he wasn’t part of something much bigger. He learned a lot simply by observing, even after all this time of having his freedom again.

He’s holding onto Bucky while they’re en route to the address he shared with him earlier. “Thank you for giving me a ride … promise you won’t freak out when you see where I’ve been staying?” He knows they’ll approach it any second now but deep down maybe RJ knows that his father won’t approve of the motel at all.

[ @strawberrysvgar​ ]

RJ really isn’t giving Bucky any sort of confidence whatsoever in where ever he’s staying. He can tell by the nervousness alone it won’t be anything he’d approve of, which really has Bucky gearing up for the worst. He knows it’s not RJ’s fault he’s ended up here. Everyone around the world has been displaced somewhere ever since they’ve all come back from being dusted. But still... he didn’t want RJ staying in some rundown place if he had anything to do with it. He doesn’t have much power in this world but he’s got enough to make sure RJ is somewhere safe and somewhere that no handlers could ever lay a finger on him again. 

How did this happen? Franklin has made entirely new pocket universes time and time again but not even that could prepare him for what would spiral out of waking up this morning. His eyes open up and the familiar surroundings of the Baxter Building can be seen. He’s home and yet the first strange occurrence is being on the couch and not in his bedroom. If Franklin were younger maybe his parents would have simply moved him but he’s eighteen now. He rubs at his eyes, strands of blonde hair trying to block his vision while sitting up. “Where is everybody?” There’s a yawn leaving his lips while starting to look around. It’s unusual for the place to seem so quiet but the boy chalks it up to just being early. It wasn’t until a moment later that the difference in decor can be noticed. All the photos on the walls are only of him as a toddler. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what this wasn’t his universe. He seemed to have replaced a younger version of himself and for once worries. His hand accidentally drops the picture frame and the glass shatters, able to be heard by anyone who’s awake right now. Franklin considers using his abilities to put it back together but the sound of footsteps distracts him. “I can explain.” 

                “ i’m here for a hot time not a long time “

                        “ sam, i know how to instagram ” 

      “ real life hannah montana if she was a superhero “

The sun has set now, barely peeking over the horizon. The street lights have flicked on, but the city bustles as if nothing has changed. Other’s don’t understand how much the world changes and depends on the sun. The city that never sleeps? Lin would disagree. Animals wait for the night, for things to settle so that they may have peace from humans who long invaded their territory. Feet dangle far above the ground, settled in a tree that has finished whispering it’s secrets to her. Now she helps a lonely mother possum warm up her babies. The mother tells Lin it’s hard having so many babies on her own as Lin rubs her hands around a baby providing the warmth that it’s been longing. “Well don’t you worry. I’ve got some food in my bag for you guys, let me just get Pam warmed up for you alright, Momma?” Lin coos reaching out to give the lounging mother possum a sweet pat. “I saw animal control earlier, is that who you were running from?” Lin asks, and gets a yes in response. She huffs a bit. Animal control might be her mortal enemy. Humans calling in to get these precious creatures off the streets when they lived here first. However before she can air her grievances to a mother who would understand them, her attention is drawn to a stranger who’s walking nearby.