#timemovesonandon

             “So, no word from Jo?” she pushes her hands deep into the front pockets of her jeans as they walk, hikes her shoulders up high like she’s stretching, “Harshly.” It’s a quiet night on her usual beat. Through Hell’s Kitchen, avoiding the living heck out of Jessica Jones if humanly possible. Normal, except for the fact that she’s walking back alleyways in the dead of night with Captain America --- Steve’s a good egg, but he usually knows enough to leave the slaying to the Slayers. She keeps her focus on the scene ahead, on her peripherals --- on anything but Steve, because she can feel the ache in his heart just by reading the pain in his eyes. Quiet when she asks, “You okay?”

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          “Hm?” Elektra follows his eyes past her forkful of cheesecake to a thin pinkish line running the width of her palm. “Oh.” She curls her hand and straightens it out again. This one she remembers a little too well. Elektra sets her takeout container aside for a moment and puts up her hands, palms out, showing the way the scar connects across both, the way she guarded her neck. Thank God for gloves, or else the blade would’ve sliced clean through meat and bone. She debates a beat on whether she’ll regret giving context, and then relents. Doesn’t matter, really. “The sword of my old teacher,” she says, like it’s merely another battle story and not a wound that didn’t heal right, either. Steve probably doesn’t even scar.

               When they're out of the helicopter and halfway to the doors, Bucky pauses and holds out his wrists, "I'm just glad somebody's with me on this ride. 'Til the end of the line."

“Hero?” John was stunned silent for just a few seconds before he burst out with a small morbid laugh. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea mate “ he said tossing the soldier a smirk. “Don’t go lumping me with the rest of you lot. I’m not a hero” he’d use plenty of words to describe himself. And hero was not on the list. No one ever called him that, zee perhaps but whenever others did he knew that they knew nothing about him. “If you want a hero Zatanna is who you want. Not me”

I mean, she could always teach him if he’s curious.