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“you can’t saddle me with that little demon again while you go gallivanting through space,” she scowls at chewie, hands on her hips. “last time i had to babysit, she peed all over my favourite sweater,” really, it was carol’s, jess had borrowed and never returned it. she’d thrown it in the wash a dozen times and the smell still hadn’t come out completely. “she’s nasty.”
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purgatory, in jessica’s very humble opinion, smells like blonde hair dye. ache settles deep within hollowed out bones, carnivorous and familiar, stark in similitude to nursery rhymes & the feeling of weightlessness. it goes like this : take a hold of a bird’s wings and RIP ! or even better, chase ruby -- red droplets with trembling fingertips, smear the liquid across pallid skin until there is nothing left but the vague idea of what skin ought to look like. “ i’m crashing on your couch. ” limping lioness, sharp canines hidden behind a half -- smile, smoke infused voice trails at the end in a semblance of a question. the doorframe digs painfully into already injured side, but she puts more pressure against bleeding shoulder, rolls her tongue over grotesque split lip. the smile looks more feral than reassuring. “ you got anything to drink ? ” / @warbinary sc.
WILL SHE EVER GET USED TO THIS ? no. no, she probably won’t. she can’t stomp down the swell of pride, or is it fanaticism ( ?? ), that rises in her chest. a bright smile illuminates her expression. careful, kamala, your fangirl is showing !! though, it should be noted that she is sure to stand a little straighter && strategically place her fists on her hips : the look of a true hero !! ❛ is everything all right, captain ? ❜ // @warbinary + ♥ !
bucky notices the twinkle in her eye and knows he’s in for something. what, he couldn’t say, until her eyes rest on his arm. everything was always a competition. ❛ 'm not arm wrestlin’ you for it, ❜ sometimes he thinks she just likes to pick on him. he’s an easy beat, to someone with seemingly unlimited power. unfortunately for carol, he knew how to pick his battles. occasionally. ––– @warbinary.
A BROW TRAVELS UP TOWARD THAT CAREFULLY - TOUSLED HAIRLINE, a grin curlin’ up the corner of his lips like she HADN’T just told him, basically, exactly where he oughta SHOVE IT.
( ‘ QUIT WHILE YOU’RE AHEAD ’ isn’t in Han Solo’s vocabulary. Never has been.
Some people’d call that a CHARACTER FLAW. )
He hooks a gloved thumb in his belt, shiftin’ in place to try n’ make up that INCH OR SO she’s already got on him. DETAILS. ❝ Didn’t say you couldn’t, did I ? Just sayin’ --- --- y’ look like you got better things to do, Red, n’ maybe I gotta SCORE to settle with your scaly friend, hmm ? ❞
con’t / @warbinary
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❛ if there’s one thing i know, it’s how to take a punch, ❜ consider that a resume. he may not be up there with the big dogs, but point him towards a fight, and he’s in there with the rest.
@warbinary / ♡
steam rises from his mug in billows, and he cups coarse palms along the porcelain sides, ginger as he rises the mug to his lips. it’s a remarkably typical day -- muggy for early august, with children and families entering and leaving the tiny coffee shop wearing i love new york t-shirts and holding selfie sticks and laughing. laughing. he hangs his head, eyes falling under his yankees cap to his coffee, the newspaper and the worn notebook he jots in beside it. a typical day and it’s still unbearable. it’s when he feels the presence of someone hovering above, he glances up, thinks to grab for his thigh holster but knows not to do that. he doesn’t believe his eyes when he sees her and -- sees hot flashes of desert, sees carol danvers thin in rags, sees blood and sand and -- simply blinks up at her. then laughs himself -- incredulously, humorlessly.
“shit. shit. danvers? i’m goin’ crazy or -- shit.” he huffs, guffaws, almost, then, stone-faced as he can possibly be -- “can i uh, can i help you?”
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