#semistable

he wakes at the bottom of a chasm, and worryingly, it isn’t the first time that’s happened. except this time, he’s actually with someone, and that’s always nice. not that having someone else fall down into a chasm with him is nice, because that’s not fun for anyway, but it’s nice not to be alone. 

he gets to his feet, dusting himself off, and takes a look at the opening of the chasm ( HAH, AND IF THAT AIN’T A EUPHEMISM ) trying to gauge if they can climb out or not. doesn’t look like it, if he had to take a brief estimate, and it looks like the only other exit is — 

ah. past the big hoard of nasty six-armed bastards.

        ‘ OKAY, we can do this. we’re both strong, handsome men, and probably pretty capable at kicking ass if our movies are anything to go by. i believe in us. why shouldn’t i believe in us? look at you, you’ve got that fucking cool metal arm, and i’ve got my girls. ’ 

he reaches behind his back and pulls out his two katanas ( BEA AND ARTHUR, HIS GOLDEN GIRLS ) before he brandishes one of them in the direction of the hoard, though his attention and his body stays turned towards bucky. 

        ‘ ONWARDS, sweet prince, for today we go into battle. we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, yada yada yada, winston churchill was a racist, the end. say it with me now: MAXIMUM EFFORT. ’ 

Hulk moved away from the group as soon as the danger passed. He ignored the cold the same way he ignored many other things. The quiet was nice. It didn't hurt his ears and make him want to lash out.

Clint was still on the hunt for supplies. He’d brought a few snacks with him  for the mission, but it was nothing that was going to last him several days. The gnawing hunger in his stomach wasn’t getting any better and the last thing that would help his survival was getting pissed off at Frank for no reason. 

His dream was to find a pizza delivery guy who had been set to cater a full party, but so far all he’d found had been some cans of some stuff that he was reasonable sure should be edible. Well, if he died then maybe he wouldn’t feel so hungry? He could hope.

Death stood patiently on the banks of the mostly frozen river and waited for the next soul to join her. She heard the train above as it rolled by her. She could see two men on the outside of it, one desperate to reach the other. Metal gave way from metal and she listened to the scream from up above her as her appointment rushed to meet her. 

‘Bucky’ struck the ground at Death’s feet with bone-crushing, heart-stopping force. Right on time, she thought. 

The glinting light reflecting off a metal arm was lost when he ducked inside a old brick building and Elektra smiled to herself. It was infinitely easier to stalk someone when not having to negotiate an endless pool of water dragging around her ankles. Dropping her breath, masking her heartbeat, impossibly light on her feet, she waited only a moment before tracing his steps.

Inside the warm light from the orange sky filtered in through clouded windows and made the edges of the rooms glow. She continued to pursue him, as she’d been doing for a while. There hadn’t been any excuse to hunt this way in a long while. When fighting ghosts and monsters there was no need for blending into shadows and moving silently, but ninja wasn’t a second skin it’s her first. The solider cut a nice silhouette, but mostly her eye curiously tracked the minute movements of the metallic arm, the clean way it’s joints flexed and relaxed.

As his pace slowed she decided to be bold, closing in on him a little more quickly, playing a game to see how close she could get to the other assassin before he noticed her there.

wade doesn’t want to brag about the fact that he considers himself a connoisseur of men made of metal ( OR MEN THAT HAVE METAL ARMS ) but considering the fact that this is the third one he’s come across, he feels as if he’s well within his rights to do so. 

the eyes of his mask squint ever so slightly, as he takes in the entirety of bucky’s arm. there’s no denying that it’s a lot more polished and advanced than cable’s is ( NOT THAT HE’LL SAY THAT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER MAN, HE DOESN’T WANT TO UPSET HIM ) and he has a lot of questions about it.

unfortunately, his first question is —