#carson cave.

@starseized plotted starter :*

Many do not believe in people like him. There are days where he thinks that these people are right, and other moments where he wonders: who can you trust when the law fails you? He’s been wronged by the police once—one time is more than enough—and though it hadn’t been here, in America, he’s seen enough in his day, knows enough about history, that it all feels the same. People unable to get the justice or answers they deserve because it’s not a pressing priority, or that there’s ‘not enough evidence’. When you’re somebody like him, someone who has now been gifted with powers, what else is there to do but use it to help? Is he supposed to lay around and do nothing? “I’m here, aren’t I?” If he hadn’t believed in Clint to begin with, he wouldn’t be here at all. “Learn something new, or is there someone that needs a little talking to?” It’s easy for him to not have to resort to violence. Unless one is carrying a saw, matches, or a lighter, a wooden prison is no fun.

Ben is not old enough to understand, and yet, not young enough to be blameless. He supposes that is the very nature of children, and though he understands inherent curiosity and the desire to be helpful, sometimes it’s just not constitutes more harm than good. “I understand that, lad.” He doesn’t have it in him to raise his voice, though a part of him wants to, but he knows more than enough that they don’t need an adult screaming at them to understand consequences. “But you’re still young, which means y’got a lot to learn. Look at me. I’m in nearing forty and I’m still learning,” he explains calmly, hoping that now that others have been hurt, that Ben will understand. It’s one thing to hear the words and think that you have a grasp of its meaning, it’s another to experience the results and absorb it for the future. “Luckily no one was hurt too bad, so you don’t have to worry about that. But—there’s still a lot out there you don’t get. You can’t just read it in a book or watch it in a movie.” It all feels like a loud I told you so, but he refuses to settle those words on Ben’s shoulders. Experience takes time, and there’s still a lot of time left for him, so long as he doesn’t go recklessly getting involved to get himself killed.

“Fancy words, but fairly meaningless, no?” Memories are memories, at the end of the day. If you give it more meaning than that, then that’s a personal decision and not one that’s applicable to everyone. Carson is the type of person who rarely likes to dwell on his past, let alone think much of it. He’d had a fairly average childhood, aside from the fact that some kids did not appreciate how blunt he is, but that’s not much of his problem, is it? He seldom speaks with the intention to hurt anyone or make something an insult, he just believes that beating around the bush and walking on eggshells is how you actually hurt people in the end. He may as well lay all his cards out on the table immediately and leave no room for some artistic interpretation or by twisting his words. “The past is the past, no matter what. They’re memories, good, bad, or even neutral. You prescribe more definition to it, like it’s some defining moment of your growth or change of heart? Well, that’s on you, Rogers. Not me.” This is why no one can tolerate him and only Ollie can. People don’t understand Carson, let alone Woodsbane and his background. Captain America doesn’t know who the hell Carson Cave is. He only knows the masked man before him, in all black and lime green highlights. “No point in focusing on memories, anyway. The present doesn’t care about that.”

“ you think i’d feel alright after someone decided to throw a molotov at me? ”  he’s had his finer moments, he supposes.  carson rubs at the back of his head.  it’s a good thing his suit is fire retardant, or else he would’ve gotten a face full of first degree burns or, well, third degree, even.  he shudders at the thought.  he’s never liked fires, and he sure doesn’t like them now.  and now he’s snippy.  maybe he shouldn’t be snippy at captain america...  he doesn’t work with the avengers usually.  sometimes they come across his path, or he crosses theirs, but he tends to keep to doing things himself; he just prefers it that way.  “ sorry—  don’t mean t’be a right prick.  just a bit—— tired. ”  he may have enhanced stamina, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t find himself wanting to take a nap.  he can’t nap here, though.  as comfortable as his suit is, he prefers to sleep in pyjamas.  it’s been a long week and now it feels like it’s been even longer.

wood pulls back to reveal the sky above them, no longer encompassed in the darkness.  he’s had some time to understand the real potential behind his own powers, though he’s very well aware that no popular superhero on earth currently possesses the kind of abilities he does… groot is part of the world of outer space and well… anybody else?  he doesn’t know them.  so for now, he’ll live in his blissful ignorance.  “ no.  almost did, though.  you always this stupid?  you’re an avenger. ”  he doesn’t mean to sound harsh or like a complete bastard, it’s just that——  he’s not good at tone.  he prefers being blunt.  no sugar coating, no beating around the bush.  his inability to filter his words to sound a bit… kinder sometimes bites him in the ass.  “ battle isn’t over yet, though.  they jumped a few streets over to wreak more chaos. ”

meant to write but then i sat here for three hours figuring out what my characters’ superhero outfits were.... and by that i just meant one of my OCs and not the other 728427 i have