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@deephex demandée : 💍(Send 💍 to wake up the morning after getting married in Las Vegas)

Perhaps he had drank a bit too much the night before. Just, casually really, no reason other well he was enjoying himself and found himself high on spending time with Wanda after so much time apart. Plus, the pretty cocktails had caught his eyes and he made it a point of drinking them just to see the other men around them gawk.

Well, maybe it was because he was easily winning at the tables. They could have been gawking at that. Hard to tell when the world was fuzzy and warm. It had been a long time since he had such fun.

And apparently he had too much fun.....

Red eyes opened suddenly, staring up at the ceiling of some hotel. He didn't remember getting one. The feeling of cool sheets against his heated skin were unfamiliar and the weight next to him caught his attention. He slowly moved to sit upright, feeling the sheets fall down leaving him bare chested. "Ah shoot...." He hissed before slowly moving the sheets to get a better look at the person beside him.

Wanda.

"Oh..." Remy breathed, eyes widening before running a hand through his hair. Okay, maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought. Then something reflected the light of the rising sun into his eyes. A ring. Not just any ring. A wedding ring. He stopped breathing before his head snapped to Wanda. Slowly, every so slowly, not even breathing, he reached gently to take her left hand. Another ring.

"Merde!" He hissed, running a hand over his face. No, this wasn't what he wanted. Not that he didn't love Wanda. He did, but to get married here in Las Vegas? He didn't even remember it! At least plastered him was smart enough to get her a beautiful ring. Something dark and crimson to match her. But dammit--did he steal it? Did he pay for it? Nothing sparked his memory.

"Chère?" Remy whispered gently, moving some of her hair out of her face, is touch light. "Amour...Wanda...can you wake up? S'il te plaît?" He urged as softly as he could.

· · ─ ·✦· @deephex liked for a dark!verse starter.

Loki moves with languid grace in the night; a few grim souls lurk in the darkness much the same as him in the derelict town square. he halts, of course, before he gets too close, moonlight illuminating them both, peering through the looming buildings. ( his palms lift, an artificial plea for her to be reasonable, to think before she acts. he would far prefer to avoid a confrontation; would prefer to have the conversation he intends to have start off peacefully, so that he earns himself the allies he will need. )

❝ do you ever yearn for more? ❞ gentle derision curls heavy around his question ─  Loki smiles, a spark of an expression, there and gone. more prudent to observe than to speak too much; deceiving her will take more trickery than sweet expressions or words can offer. ❝ or do you find contentment here, among this wreckage? ❞

@deephex gets to meet Bee-Doo!

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Every once in a while, patrols were quiet. They were rare, and a little weird to actually be in the middle of because this was New York. There was always something happening but sometimes the spot that Peter had made it out to for a time had just nothing really happening. It was weird, but kind of nice, especially when he was swinging through a bit slower than usual to let one little patrol buddy be able to keep up easier. One day, he would upgrade that miniature flight system to actually move faster than a stressed out student trying to cross campus without making a scene. So to enjoy the rare chance, Peter stuck himself to the side of a building, crouched down, and just started talking to the small bot hovering around him. Taking in the sight of the city that evening, enjoying the peace while he had the chance, and appreciating the little beeped out responses for company.

...He didn't think anyone would notice him though and nearly jumped off the building when a window opened. Or maybe it was already opened and he didn't notice until there was suddenly a person in it. And maybe he started, just a little bit. If he didn't expect an open window at all, in a city of over eight million people he expected to recognize who was there even less.

❝  𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 , 𝙝𝙪𝙝 ?  ❞  for clint , it's in the itch at the base of his skull and the air that feels just a little bit heavier than usual . grow up picking pockets , you learn the feeling of eyes on you ... or you learn the feeling of 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙨 .

or , in clint's 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 , you get a decent enough mix of both to lean paranoid but alive and usually with most if not all of his bones intact .

❝  guy in the hat and glasses . either he wants to ask for one of our numbers or we've got ourselves a tail .  ❞  he almost hopes its the former ; the hat and glasses trick is so cliche , it's insulting .  ❝  there's a farmer's market a couple blocks down . we'll lose him in a sea of meandering hipsters , and maybe 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚊 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 .  ❞

@deephex demandée : [ TXT ] : you’re lucky you’re hot because you’re deeply unhinged.

x. lil graphics exploration in photoshop ❤︎

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