#kyle thread

Kyle had noticed the guy about a week ago. He wasn't sure if he'd been following him longer than that. Kyle tried to tell himself he was being paranoid, not to jump to the worst conclusions. To let the ideas his dad put in his head take over. But the stranger WAS following him.

He could accept his dad wasn't right about everything now. But not this apparently! Someone was coming after him, probably for the secrets he knew! He couldn't call the cops, they could be part of this! So he made a plan. The man was bigger than him. He'd had to plan. So on one of his runs he ran his usual route, one part of it went in an alley way. He stopped when he got there where he had stashed a few things. He used a trash lid to knock the guy off balance before jumping on him and putting a rag over his face.

Kyle had parked his car a bit away, put the guy in it and brought the stalker to his dad's old hunting cabin or rather.... His cabin now he guessed. He'd dragged the guy in, used some chains to bind the guy to the bed. He grabbed his hunting knife and rifle and... Waited. Kyle took deep breaths trying to stay calm.

He could do this.

Kyle was a newbie in the hero game. Fresh blood, inspired by stories of his father and grandfather wearing the mantle of Starman. But Kyle didn’t want to be Starman. In no small part because he couldn’t. The Cosmic Rod belonged to someone else right now, and he didn’t plan on asking for. Or even taking it if she retired. 

Captain America and the Avengers fighting some brutes in the Wrecking Crew seemed like as good a way to get his foot in the game as any. Though admittedly he hadn’t really anticipated just how powerful these assholes were. Kyle was thrown through a window, barely turning to mist in time to avoid being shredded by broken glass. 

@lonelyheartedheathens

Kyle was indeed bright red and feeling quite shy. But also extremely annoyed. "I've just been existing," he pointed out. He knew that was enough for Vano though. Because Vano was crazy. They'd come to... An arrangement of sorts. Vano had places he wasn't around to follow Kyle and in exchange once a week they could meet up somewhere discreet. It was the best Kyle could do, as Vano always pointed out it's not like he could call the cops.

Send me ♆ for your character walking in on mine crying. @ghostofaformerself

Kyle fists pulsed with immense pain, having slammed the conference table probably ten times, if not more. He was lucky the table was as sturdy as it was, or else destruction of property damages would be coming out of his wallet. After his little fit, he sat slumped in one of the chairs he was tempted to throw across the room. 

Damn him. God damn him!

Tears sprang from his dark eyes, his lower lip quivering a bit. His chest felt heavy and tight, and a wave of sickness hit him hard but he fought the urge to vomit off. He straightened in the chair, only to double over, elbows on his knees and hands covering his face. Fingers wiped the tears away, but more fell. 

He could have killed the bastard when he had the chance. Ten years old or not, he should have found that gun and just shot the old man right in the head. Then he would be done with him. It was in times like this that the detective’s belief in the justice system failed. 

A split moment of controlled composer and Kyle realized he wasn’t alone. The brunette agent stood in the doorway, eyes locked with his. The detective sniffed and sighed a deep breath. Wiping his face, he stood, hands smoothing out his jacket. 

‘’I’ll compensate for the noise,’’ he said, gaze avoiding hers.