#cmmandr

❝   𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙸 𝙰𝙼.   ❞     mind the headache,     &  the way her voice drags between them like gravel.    if she is tired,    burdened with half an ounce of anxious nerves,   she’ll not say.    instead,   she sets the datapad down on the coffee table  &  leans back into the couch cushions,    cradling her head between two fingers  ;  one to her aching temple,   the other to her jaw.   ❝    i don’t like being on stage.    ❞

     steve fucking rogers. and here you thought it was bad enough that uncle will was captain marvel these days, running around in a ridiculously suit pretending to give a shit about anybody but himself. how nauseating; the altruism of it all. you’ve never cared for the superhero agenda, even less so these days, but there’s a particular stench to the stars and stripes fluidity that makes your skin crawl. 

you cross your legs, adjust your sunglasses, and smile wickedly over the rim of your glass. it’s a nice restaurant. no need to cause a scene.

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     :     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 .     𝟏𝟓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀-𝐃𝐀𝐘 .

                    “     tomorrow is the day .     ”           bruce’s tone bears no hint of excitement ,     arms crossed and his eyes fixed on the war table though not really focusing on anything .     the screens shows the security feed of the terrigen reactor ,     in all angles ,     somewhere below ,     and it’s blue glow is reflected over his glasses .     tomorrow is the day ,     and everything is in order .     why do you keep searching for mistakes ?     why are you so nervous ,     bruce ?     he sighs .     “     tomorrow the world will see this beauty .     why am i so scared ?     everything will be fine ,     right ?     ”

THEY  LIVE  AND  DIE  BY  HOW  OTHERS  PERCEIVE  THEM    ;    and these perceptions fluctuate   ------------   perhaps ,  for both of them ,  although Thor is not privy to this knowledge .   it is in retrospection that they reach conclusions that sit heavy upon their shoulders  :   a burden ,  and yet freeing at the same time ,  to understand themselves based on how the world sees them .    

instinct tells Thor to retort ,  to counter what his companion says for himself ,  but this isn't the time nor the place .     instead ,  the God toys with the hem of his cape ,  deep red in colour ,  dirtied in places from their recent battles together .    both ,  enhanced beings seeking something out of their reach   ------------   the sensation of success ,  of happiness ,  maybe even of security .   a warmth beyond grasp .

❝       how long have you felt like this    ?      ❞