#shieldwielder

What worried him, of course, was the aura the place had which he had no expectation the soldier with him had picked up on. They’d had to descend several leagues before he’d noticed it himself, but the longer they walked in the dark tunnels with only their flares and flash lights to guide them, the stronger the feeling had become. He was certain they were being watched, or more specifically scried upon. There was no entity nearby that could have managed going unnoticed to his wards if it was close enough to watch them, which meant they were being actively watched from a distance via some spell he didn’t have the time to diagnose. All that mattered now was alerting his compatriot to their predicament - and by that he didn’t mean just getting across the chasm.

“And right now, sticky doesn’t just mean that we need to get to that tunnel entrance over there,” he said, pointing to the darkened alcove they were staring at from the other end of seeming impossibility. “It also means,” he added, “that we need to be watching our backs. We’ve been being watched at least most of the way down here, and I’m not exactly sure by what or by whom.” Not the most helpful statements, he knew, but until they got down to the catacombs where the artifacts he needed lay waiting, they didn’t have time for him to back-track and trace their observers.

“Now, I’ve got more than a few ideas on how to get over there, since the cloak can’t - or won’t, really, it’s gotten finicky and lazy lately - lift two people. But if you’ve got any more impressive ideas than a little levitation, I’m open to suggestions.”

     Clark made a sound, and lifted the heavy war piece of war machine off the ground, using his strength to toss it aside. When he was certain the warrior beneath the rubble was not mortally wounded, helping them to their feet, he paused and looked around. That was when he noticed it happening - people, beginning to turn to ash. “What the--?” He frowned, brow furrowing, and tuned his hearing in to search for the voices of his friends. He might have breathed a sigh of relief at hearing Steve Roger’s voice in the distance, if not for the voices he wasn’t hearing. Around him, people were crying out, confused and panicked. This was it. Thanos had won. He had promised that he would cull half the universe’s population and he had. Instantly, and before their very eyes, people were vanishing.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: i love steeb so much okay like Shit i have so many thoughts and arguments and urgesHow they play them: man this is getting embarrassing, i have no ideaThe Mun: i don’t think we’ve talked yet??

Do I:

RP with them: nopeeeWant to RP with them:  yass!!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: i followed semi-recently and we haven’t interacted just yet bc i think i followed you right when i started to get busy but Our Time Will Come My Sweet Buttercup Bumblebee