#timerevived

𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 || accepting

RED. It was a familiar color -- one that her entire past had been filled with. She’d become familiar with the screams of her past in her mind but she’d come to ACCEPT it. At least on the outside -- she appeared stoic. Perfectly fine. And that was how she intended it to stay. Her emotions, her thoughts, they all stayed hidden under the blank, distant expression she’d always kept on her face. But somehow, Bucky’s words had her eyes flicker with a brief moment of -- what was it ?? FEAR. It was something she didn’t feel often. She could handle herself against almost anybody. Going into a fight wasn’t the hard part, winning wasn’t the hard part. But this ?? She could feel the words sink into her skin, something she was sure he’d intended the words to do. But she wouldn’t let him win -- not that easily.

“You think you’re the first ??” She’d been hunted before. She’d been so close to death she could almost taste it, only to narrowly escape its clutches. Her relaxed demeanor suddenly shifted, her on EDGE -- taking mention of the space between them and of the possible ways to get out of the situation. The look in his eyes was fierce, but he’d always been a little rough around the edges, at least to her -- she could read people more easily than most (( it had come in handy a lot of times in her life )). 

INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM  ... @timerevived​​ “ how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye? ” MEME: hurt.  |  accepting!

PETER HAS HAD FINER MOMENTS.  this just didn’t happen to end up being one.  he’s procured himself a black eye, and not even from a fight, just from  …  swinging into the wrong tree.  he has to admit that going around as spider-man in places that aren’t quite exactly web friendly seems to continue being a bit of a problem.  the city is where he belongs, not in suburban neighbourhoods or golf tracks.  there’s nothing for him to swing from, and when he does get the chance to, the layout is so unfamiliar that he ends up swinging one too many times into a tree, something he should be wary of already.

“  it’s  …  it’s nothing, man, don’t worry about it.  ”   if anything, peter’s a terrible liar.   “  took a little trip and it went a bit uh— um  …  awry, is all.  besides, it’ll heal up in no time.  i’ve been through worse, anyway.  this is like——  this is like nothing.  ”   does that make him sound any more convincing?  probably not.  c’mon peter, you gotta get better at this whole lying gig or whatever.   

        Lips part in preparation for a playful retort but Steve immediately realizes the gravity of the words he wants to say.  The Captain wants to ask how his best friend is still alive.  In reality he knows.  He’d done a lot of digging down in the bunker where he found Zola’s digital imprint and again in the aftermath of all the released SHIELD files.  Steve knew exactly how Bucky stayed alive and the thought has his fingers clenching into fists so tight a sharp pain shoots up his arms.

         “ You know how stubborn I’ve always been, “ he says instead.  Words slip out in something close to a whisper.  Seconds later Steve manages that chuckle that had been bubbling because his mind has taken him back to another time.  

        A time when he wasn’t so tired of the fighting and he marched right into them to do the right thing.

         Silence falls.  Steve didn’t even realize he’d been staring at a point on the wall of Shuri’s laboratory but a cleared throat brought the soldier’s attention back to the present.  He shakes his head.  Another smile is offered to ease any tension in the room.  “ Honestly, I’m not sure. “  One shoulder shrugs.  “One minute the plane’s going down and the next I’m standing in Times Square with Fury telling me seventy years have passed. “

          Coming home was always a pleasure.  Villeneuve had something Belle couldn’t quite find back in the states.  Peace.  Calm.  Then again, she did choose to relocate into one of the biggest cities in the world.  But, unfortunately, it was also missing her father.  Maurice never failed to brighten her day.  Easily excitable, she still remembered all those times in her youth when he was sure he’d made an invaluable discovery. He’d burst into her room with the biggest smile on her face.

          Though he was older the excitement never waned.

          Belle decided to leave him to his work and go back out into the countryside.  At first she wandered around her home to visit all the places that made her happy in her youth.  It was no surprise that a good portion of her time was spent in the bookstore.  However, it was a surprise to find out that the small business had changed hands.  A spunky young woman sat behind the counter in place of the generous older man she’d grown to know and love.  A small paperback was picked up - a book of poetry by a local writer - to keep her company while she took the train to more crowded places.

          The smell of paper had always been soothing, making the book hard to put down as she sauntered through the streets.  Pages pressed against Belle’s fingers and the texture brought a myriad of images to the forefront of her mind.  She was imagining the story of the poetry coming to life.  Not what I pictured, the book commented straight into her mind.  But I can see where you get thet from.

          In a better world Belle would be able to talk to her books out in the open but she learned long ago that those with powers were looked down upon.  So, she filed her comments away for a time when she and the poetry could converse together.  Probably in the darkness of her old bedroom.

JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS || ACCEPTING

Being reserved -- quiet -- had been a thing Natasha had done for a lot of her life. Words wouldn’t leave her lips unless absolutely necessary or she’d simply never stop talking -- there wasn’t much of an in between. Now that she had her friends (( her family -- god, a family )) with the Avengers, she’d been more talkative and more willing to share. But the side of her that enjoyed solitude and silence would never truly part from her. Talking with Bucky, she hadn’t exactly meant to get into personal things. The conversation had taken a turn, honestly. She was never good at emotional conversation -- things that had DEPTH. People always had assumed she was cold. Unfeeling. Heartless. And she believed them up until a few years ago. Being able to feel things was a curse and a blessing.

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