#waytofall

@waytofall​ asked: Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. John & Gamora

She has him pinned beneath her and is enjoying the view. Sweat glistens on their muscles, but both have barely exerted their true potential. It’s more like a game between them sometimes. Who can hit harder, dodge faster, who can see the other on their back. Gamora likes him on his back. 

Treading a nail along his jaw and down his neck, she closes the distance between them with a searing kiss. Her hand wraps around his neck as she does so.

Kissing him is almost sweeter than the fight. John is where she belongs. Together, they have a purpose. Something even beyond the Guardians or Coatl. Not just an existence or purpose for others, but one for herself. He’s her place in this fucked up galaxy. 

SISTER!! IT’S BEEN TOO LONG!

REJOICE! We’re not copies of our father, after all!  I AM FREED of the shackles of fate!

CAROL! Sister...

I AM FREE!!

@waytofall​ said: "I'm not Catholic, nor Christian, not even religious but sometimes I just like sitting in an empty church to contemplate. Especially when they don't look like bland office buildings with white walls and all. They have something tranquil about them, which is the point I suppose."

Had to omit, this was the last place he'd expect to meet the other man, though he could follow his logic, for once. 

The devil knew better than anyone that after service this cathedral is one of the few serene places left in the kitchen, if not the only. He himself on occasion comes here to cool down after a long night, wasn't that odd of a meeting place. Even so, something about this still felt eerie.

❛   You have more ninja troubles than Daredevil on his worst day   ------   you really should get that looked at,   шеф.   &   please tell me you brought them over here with a plan   &   you didn’t just accidentally ruin my night in the middle of a job?   ❜

@waytofall​ asked: Big Boss freezes as he closes the refrigerator door, the slice of deli ham hanging half way out of his mouth, he watches Lara for a looooong silent moment. Then he scampers off into the darkness as it's currently 3am.

Lara is not surprised. Being surprised would require expecting anything less from John than snooping for food at ungodly hours. Can she even say anything though? No. She’s just as bad. Climbing trees and crawling along branches covered in mud, skittering at the sight of humans. People. Other people, as she is one, too.

There’s only one thing she can think in this moment, though. 

@waytofall​​, ft. the boss, asked: ❝ so just shoot me, darling. ❞ 

To anyone else, she is a heartless killer. Cold, untrustworthy, and to be kept at a distance. But Adam can see souls, and he can see hers. Beneath the dramatic persona projected — as if he is a stranger to those in his high-collar cape, golden skin, glowing eyes, and karmic staff — there is more. She weaves a web of lies and omitted truths, cloaking herself in order to accomplish her goals, whatever they may be. He is certain they are good. He is also no stranger to these types of machinations.