#conceptofthemask

pugnaciousalpha

servantofthesacredfire

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Emrys looks up from his guitar to see someone watching him, it wasn’t that strange. He always played in the park for cash so there was always someone sitting around listening to him. He smiles at the new comer and goes back to his music, long nimble fingers and soft even voice creating songs.

Going to school for Grace had always been a joy. She loved learning new things no matter what they were, as long as it was different and not repetitive. Currently she was sitting in her AP Biology class with an open notebook in front of her, tapping her pen gently against the paper. They had gotten new seating assignments that day so her usual best friend wouldn't be by her side.

More and more people filed into the classroom, but still no one sat down next to her. It made her a little nervous that the possibility of sitting alone was going to happen. They did have an odd amount of people so it was possible. However she heard the voice of the teacher declare that someone was sitting beside her. Her eyes flashed up to find Peter Parker standing there. Her new lab partner.

She looked down at her paper as he sat down beside her, her lips pursed slightly. Maybe she should say something... "Peter, right?" 

heavyliftingigor

life-in-stark-tower

pottspepperpotts

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allkneelbeforeme

Audi hadn't really been expecting anyone for awhile but clearly what she thought was wrong. Hearing footsteps, she stood up straight and tried to look as serious as possible. "Hello."

The dress was long, reaching her feet. She was a sight of blood spilled on white snow. It was strapless, a crack on the left side reaching up mid-thigh, elegant, heart-shaped cleavage, backless, Red. 

Lips, nails, long hair, dress. Blood Red. 

Black Widow sent on a job could catch everyone in the room, turning businessmen into simple flies on her web, trapped, commanding her orders. 

What was her favorite part? they asked often. This was. Entering a room, similar to a palace, and stealing everyone's looks. Feeling like the mission is hers to command. And then, when no one was listening, she thought about the killing, and called it her favorite part.

Natasha was Josephine Watters for tonight, and for the days to come, until every piece of information was in her hands. The man wasn't needed alive, Fury confirmed. Only until the end of the mission. 

The sound of her heels was like the music playing, creating a rhythm for a dance, a life, a night. Her eyes, Hawks, searching the room until she found, what would soon be, her date.

Mark Collins.

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"Mr. Parker, am I correct?"