#the eternal queue

            mysterio knew he could be…. useful. given the chance, there were many things he could do; each world had their own version. he considered himself to be the best - even if there was that one time he DIED and was brought back. however, those were little matters; nothing he’d even think about in the grander scheme of things.   ❝ your…. MYSTERIO is either a fool or an imposter. i make sure EVERYTHING goes according to plan. ❞ when he wasn’t focusing on something else or had gotten himself CAUGHT up with the spider.

    “i wonder how much PRESSURE it would take to flush you down the drain. i could imagine it wouldn’t be m u c h.”

      “have you ever known what it’s like to be taken apart piece by piece and then put back together? the pieces never fit right, something’s always missing,  and there is a space that’s never quite filled. a void that’s unexplainable yet you  can explain it. the only problem is words escape your tongue when you try to put them to coherent form.”

❝ Of course.❞

Grant took a step back and folded his arms across his chest. While he had been hoping he didn’t need to care - that he could simply watch as everything unfolded. If this was  another time, maybe he’d have actually thought about stepping in to stop the threat, but he saw no need.

Why fight against the inevitable? Everyone would die at some point in time - he just was attempting to shorten the time table. 

❝ You have maybe five minutes - six at most. ❞ 

  “use that tone with me again and i’ll tear you apart  piece by piece.” his tone stayed cam and yet his words were anything but that. “do remember that i’ve slaughtered hundreds for less of an indiscretion than what you’ve pulled.”

an eye roll. he hated holidays. hated them enough that he locked himself inside a hotel room to avoid them. actually, he did that often, but that was quite honestly besides the point.  “uh-huh,” he said, leaning back in the chair. “just leave me out of it - you know how much i despise holidays.”

this god of thunder wasn’t so tough or maybe he was.  he just didn’t seem to care at the moment.  what he wanted was something very old and very powerful. the only way to get it was currently through thor or so he thought at least. “one chance; you let me get what i want and you can keep on walking.”

COMING TO GRIPS WITH HIS condition was a slow process. If he was being honest, he may NEVER get used to his position or anything of the sort. However, he couldn’t help, but give a JAB at the other; not while he still was able to actually do so. ❝ I’ve REGRETTED enough things to last lifetimes. Laughing over something this SIMPLE is child’s play,  MY QUEEN. ❞