#viiolentends

he’s been walking aimlessly since he arrived. it was still tripping him out that he was apparently not on earth anymore, but he’s been taking in the new place little by little. doesn’t mean he wasn’t pissed off still though—because he is. he hates this place. “shit,” he cursed as he took out his phone again and checked for a signal, hoping to be lucky. there was a soft sound behind him and he turned immediately, his hand in his jacket pocket that had his pumpkin bombs, remaining there when he saw a woman. “who are you?”

when she was in s.h.i.e.l.d., heroes gave her constant headaches. they gave her hell on a daily basis and fury, while stern, also let them get away with a lot of things. coulson wasn’t any better—god, the issue with grant ward was still annoying her—but nothing she couldn’t handle. the mutants though—well, they were a different matter. wade wilson was a pain in her ass and don’t get her started on logan. which was why she’d much rather deal with level-headed mutants. like lorna dane. “dane,” she greeted. “i hope you’re having a considerably better time than i am.”

“what i would give to have charles xavier’s mind powers right now.” considering they were inside the stone, he was pretty sure charles would at least have an idea. “or maybe stephen strange. damn, he’d know this a hundred percent.” okay, maybe not a hundred percent, but they’d have a much better idea than he would—and he can see and run the numbers. “you tried anything yet?,” he asked illy instead. after all, she had some pretty cool powers of her own.

“no.” was the single word to escape natasha’s lips as she saw the glimpse of blonde hair disappear into the oasis. she’d spent so long looking for her that now that she was seeing her she believed that this was merely a trick that this place had to offer her. approaching with caution, the russian pushed through the unfamiliar flora and stopped dead the moment she knew yelena had turned the game to track her.

“are you real?“ she asked, loud enough for the fellow russian to hear her, but low enough that other’s could not. “you’re supposed to be dead.“ a pause, before she muttered to herself, “then again, so am i.“

he saw her and yet could not place her. a power emitted from her like lightning coursed through his own veins. and he was intrigued. he made his way through the rubble remains of the buildings seemingly lost to time and followed her. he remained silent, watching her with intrigue as he did so - and not realizing the oddness of how it was to follow someone as he was doing.

he also hadn’t realized how powerful she was until he was suddenly lifted and flung into one of the only walls that still stood upright. with a groan, thor remained held to the wall as he squinted over towards her - watching in amazement as she held up her hand towards him. “i didn’t mean to sneak up upon you. well i suppose i did in some way, but - ” he paused and frowned, “could you please loosen your hold upon me so that i may explain myself?”

“i—” reed stopped before he looked at the dagger in his hand. well as much of a superhero he was, he’d rather not deal with pointy objects especially since said pointy objects were used to poke him while stretched before. “you know what, you’re right. here.” he then handed her the weapon because she obviously knew how to handle that better than herself. “what is that dagger anyway? and where’d it come from?”

“ah,“ natasha responded, ensuring that the tone of her own voice was calm and neutral. many people knew about her reputation; she had exposed it after all for the world to see, she just hadn’t expected anyone to confront her about it. she should have known. “agreeable? or disagreeable to you?” she asked, carefully turning to face the blonde. “because if it’s the latter; i’m already dead - there’s not much more i can pay with to clear my sins.”

stephen held his head high, as he stood in what he perceived to be the center of wherever they were. he was attempting to get a feel of the place, to allow the silence of it to deafen him. slowly, as he concentrated more on his surroundings and not onto himself, he began to hear whispering. at first, unintelligible.

but soon, they began to filter through his ears, sounding as if they were voices from his past. voices he knew and should have known to be dead. when he felt a presence approach him, he had ignored it - up until it poked him in the back. jumping out of his state of concentration, he whirled around and gave a very annoyed look at his protege. “illyana! how many times must i ask you to not do that!?”