#devilknown

{ Non-Verbal Scenarios } — drape an arm around their shoulders

     Elektra let out a long exhale when a familiar weight settled across her shoulders. She’d been aware when Matt joined her on the couch, but hadn’t paid attention beyond that. Her eyes were laser-focused on the news. She fit herself habitually against him, putting an absent touch to his wrist, and the temperature under her skin cooled a few degrees. Another breath, more tension left her. The warm scent of him, his presence, drew out a greater calm than anything else.

     She continued to monitor the television. It showed a pair of oligarchs in handsome suits, announcing a shiny new development exciting lower Tribeca. Barely news-worthy. The program changed, and after a few moments, she felt eased enough to speak. “I know those men,” she paused, qualifying. Her fingers drew circles on the back of his hand. “Knew them. I... did not realize they were still alive.” Her voice came out in a carefully measured rhythm, though it pitched towards the end. Some hard truths would inevitably displease his delicate ears.

@devilknown​ gets Spider-Baby

Peter was in over his head. Way over. He’d only had these powers for a few months, had barely started helping out around his neighborhood, and he had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he couldn’t just let these douchebags take that girl. So he had followed the gross panel van halfway across the city, far outside of the neighborhood he knew and loved, and finally they pulled to a stop in an alleyway. 

Swinging between the buildings, he landed on the roof of the van with a heavy thud, shooting out a bit of webbing at a man’s face as he piled out of the van. “Ha!” he said with a grin as the man stumbled back, only to feel something around his ankle. Looking down he saw a hand wrapped around his leg, and his eyes went wide. “Oh cr-” he started, but his words were cut off as it was yanked out from beneath him and his head quickly met with the roof of the van, causing his ears to ring before he was ripped off the vehicle and slammed into the ground.

Okay, that was bad, but he wasn’t about to slow down. He had a girl to save! Pressing his hands to the ground, he quickly jumped to his feet, and swung his fist at the man. Sadly, fist fighting was not his strong point, and he soon found himself struggling to stay on his feet as one of the man pulled out a tire iron and clipped his shoulder with it.

karen juggled everything she was holding, the reusable shopping bag that had the chicken soup she’d made, the thermos of tea, all the files she’d brought from nelson and murdock. for a moment she thought she was going to loose something trying to get everything into one arm so she could knock lightly on the door. 

    @devilknown​ said: “ [ eat ] (nat!)” 

                  Natasha could get used to this. In fact, the assassin would have absolutely no qualms with doing this for the rest of her life. Well, aside from that fact that Matthew probably needed to breathe actually. Who knows? Maybe she could help him evolve to have gills? While one arm lay across her eyes, stars dotting her vision, the other snaked down so that her fingers could comb through and grasp at Matt’s hair. “Jesus, Murdock, who’d have thought a good catholic boy like you would be so good at this?” Natasha managed, half choking at the end of her sentence as Matt’s tongue brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. Nat’s grip of Matt’s hair tightened. 

{ Confrontation }

     “Thought you might,” Elektra said, matter of fact. She stepped aside to let him come in if he wanted. “Eventually. You, or one of the others.” He was never much of an investigator, though, as far as paper trails went, so she imagined Karen or Jessica Jones had told him. Not that it mattered. While she’d managed to purchase the property formerly known as Midland Circle rather quietly, it was still part of public record.

OBSCENELY DOMESTIC STARTERS | not accepting

{ Words of Comfort } — @devilknown