#ultrxn

     “ - You’re not destroyed. . .”

★— BOUND AGAINST THE COLD SURFACE, gleaming pinsers of metal CLASPING him in place -- fortified to withstand the strength of a super soldier. This was SPECIALIST, and with such purpose. Steve groaned, attempting to PUSH away from their bind, but to no avail. 

Mustering up enough strength to raise his head, he glanced toward the metal figure -- gleaming in the lights of this makeshift laboratory. How he had gotten here, was beyond him, but the ache that seemed to lace through his temples suggested that FORCE was more than likely, the method.

 “I don’t need a cheerleader.” Or maybe he did.

                  ( |  of course he did. occasionally, she did too. maybe it’s the nature of evil. small smile, curling up, one, two, three, show time ! ! ! | )

‘        c   l   e   o   p   a   t   r   a      !        /@ultrxn.

HER FINGERS LAY UPON THE METAL ,   COLD BENEATH HER SKIN ,but   inside   her   ribs      ——      that   feels   far   colder .          ‘      i   never   lied .   it   vas   vhat   i   wanted ,   vhat   i   thought   i   wanted .      i   hoped   wiping   out   THE   AVENGERS   would   avenge   my   parents ;   vould   keep   my   country   safe .      ‘          if   there   was   anything   apologetic   in   her   voice ,   it   faded   soon   after   it   appeared .   her   body   cranes   forward ,   breath   caught :      SHE   IS   FULL   OF   REGRETS .          ‘      but   it   didn’t .      you  hurt   zhem ;   you   killed   zhem      ——      innocent   people ,   MY   people .   and   you   were   going   to   kill   the   whole   world .   YOU   KILLED   MY   BROTHER   !      he   trusted   you .   we   trusted   you .   you   promised   you   vould   help   us   stop   THE   AVENGERS ,   but   zhat’s   never   vhat   you   wanted .      I   SAW   IT .      ‘          she   leeches  forward ,   teeth   bared .          ‘      you   are   the   one   who   lied   !      ‘          she   felt   as   if   she   could   rip   another   of   his   heart’s   out      ——      would   it   END   HIM ,   this   time   ?

sends robo pup

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart... // Accepting

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💔💔(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔💔💔💔💔(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔💔💔💔💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[Torture starters : deprivation]

It was a miracle that Thor managed to hear the remark from beneath the swarm of Ultron sentries which had overwhelmed him. With Mjolnir still in his grasp but no space to wield it, the taunt was enough to rally the Asgardian to more direct action. The fate of the world might well be at stake, but pride was always an easy source of strength.

Lightning was called down upon the mass of attackers with terrible ferocity. Electricity crackled in violent sparks between the sentries, overloading circuits and destroying components in a single, focused blast. No sooner were his arms and legs free to do so, Thor shrugged the now-defunct robots from his person and stumbled back to his feet.  

Though the god of thunder rounded upon Ultron as though he had every intention of carrying on the fight, he was grinning. 

“Sorry, were you saying something interesting?”