#mademetal

                ❝ do you consider yourself one of us? ❞ she gives a general sweep of the room with a flippant gesture. RELICS upon display, silent sentinels of the new york sanctum. she used to be one of them, dazedly drifting in her glass box until stephen’s little mishap. she looks across at val, THE SHIELD, and sips her tea. ❝ because you fit the bill, you know. to a blinded world we’re just objects. but to the ones we choose, we are protectors, guardians. sources of strength in their time of need. ❞

“So what? You got some magic powers that allow you to not get hit or did you just get lucky this time?” She’s propped up on a lab table, swearing under her breath like a sailor while digging the shrapnel out of herself. It’s not a fun job but it needed to be done and Allison didn’t trust anyone else to do it. “Pass me the scalpel will you?”

ok i love cap but why he wants to eat @mademetal

‘ . * starter call.  not accepting.  @mademetal.

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his attention is broken when grease from the food he’s cooking splatters on his arm, a huff of air slipping through his parted lips as he switches the stove off. on his left, there is a small plate filled with a mediocre breakfast for her to eat. steve sets it in front of her with a hopeful expression; simply praying that it would be to her liking. he offers her a crooked smile prior to presenting the dish.  ❛ scrambled eggs and bacon: the breakfast of champions. ❜   

   When in a city, it was hard to grasp onto one particular mind, and Edward had actually only noticed her because of the familiar scent. He’d taken a few unusual paths, a few odd turns. Now he turned and looked at her, slight annoyance coating his features.