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She loves it. Bumping into her old self ... oh, it wasn't supposed to happen, no no. But it did happen. She embraced it, every time, because it gave her a chance to see just how much better she'd become. Not good, no - she'd become herself, the herself she was supposed to be. Although the Master had helped her get there, and she still needed him - but she still never told him when she encountered her other self.

This one ... looked so young. Oh, so young. This planet had offended the Master. She hadn't even asked why, he had just told her where to go and to have all the fun she wanted. And so she had. They'd been so scared, screaming out messages into space, but nobody was willing to stand against her. The Oncoming Storm. She never killed, no ... but she was stood looking at the prime minister of this country, trapped inside a crystal. His eyes were moving, the only part of him that could. The crystal would sustain him until the end of his life - unable to move or speak. Just trapped. Forever.

“i’ll get to the POINT. i want to fuck your brains out.”

What the f**k was that?

One minute the god thought he’d had the upper hand with this diminutive so-called ‘Time Lord’. What had he been doing? Oh, yes, trying to pressure him psychically, only to get an intense wallop right back that floored him.

Now Loki found himself immobilised by some device the Master was holding over him. What was it with people with ‘Master’ in their names and having ways of incapacitating others?

He blinked and brought him into focus; finally processing what had just been said. Oh shit, he thought. Mostly because, regardless of this new fear, he realised that had been really arousing.

“FUNNY THAT. almost like bein’ stranded in a century without ya tardis puts y’out a little. how’d you find the cold war? must’ve been UNBEARABLE keepin’ y’fingers off that.”

      His vision is swimming, items blurring together as he props himself up on his elbow. Gloved fingers knead at his eyes for a moment, trying to will the pain of what felt like a hefty fall away. After a few moments, he manages to push himself up into a sitting position, dropping his hand to take a proper look around him. When he hears footsteps approaching, Kylo clambers to his feet quickly, grunting softly at his aching body before spinning to face the person arriving.

     “-- Grandfather?” He blinks, brows pinching together in a tight line as he looks the other man over a moment. This is... He MUST be hallucinating. There’s just no way his grandfather could be standing in front of him otherwise. 

     “Where am I?” 

“No, Doctor,” he says, frowning, hands in the pockets of his coat. He looks at her, gaze intense, serious. “I haven’t had you since the Academy. We graduated, and you left.”

Peter stumbled home from the bar he, Harry, and MJ had gone to for Harry’s birthday. Leaning up against a nearby wall he remembers just how much he hates being drunk, but he had fun none the less so that’s all that matters right? ‘ How - how far is my flat? Geez, I should just swing there. ‘ Then giggling he shakes his head. ‘ Shh Pete, don’t drink and swing, ‘ he whispers to himself.

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"Arthur” Peggy spoke up her voice breaking through the silence of the warehouse. 

Peggy knew Fury wouldn’t have asked her to come to Gotham if it wasn’t under dire circumstances and standing before the man Peggy knew one when she was saw one, he was a psychopath. Countless heartless murders under his belt and clearly insane.

@burnedpower​ // send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

   Flashes of PAIN crackle throughout Peter’s body, a burning sensation spreading from the center of his chest all the way to the tips of his fingertips, and the more the seconds pass, the more his grip on consciousness begins to SLIP. He’s covered in blood, staining his face from a nose that’s definitely broken and stinging cuts. Purple bruises hurt to the touch, and he knows at least SOME bones are definitely broken. He’s a mess. A beaten, bloody mess that can’t even bring himself to stand up in the middle of the downpouring rain. He doesn’t feel like a hero-- he feels pathetic. He’s supposed to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, the guy that saves the people of New York, but he managed to get BEAT by a stupid new guy that’s he’s never seen before, one with some sort of device that messed with Peter’s senses, rendered them practically useless in the fight. 

                                        He woke up still laying on the cold ground after he first passed out.