#witchyd

“This may be an assumptive question, but...” 

The android trailed off. He almost didn’t want to finish the sentence. Thought, for a moment, that it may be better to keep it to himself. Despite the inherent desire to do so, however, he pressed on, his gaze not shifting over to the woman for fear that there would be judgment or... an obvious hint that he was being too invasive.

“Do you dream? Or rather... Do you experience... something more akin to what I imagine would be labeled as a night terror?” 

      𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔.

@witchyd      is      so      nice.      A      beautiful      Wanda     ,      a      great      writer     ,      and      a      wonderful      person      to      plot      with      and       follow.      Her       dedication      to      Wanda      is      glorious      and      I      adore      her.

well,   save for the moments she spends on a  team,   and when had she allowed herself to become a part of a  family   ---   she who rejects  attachments?    

     “that’s  quite  the  face  you’re  making  there.”   a  beat,  and  his  attention  outwardly  drops  to  his  phone.  lips  pressed  thin  and  quirked  at  the  corner  from  proverbial  the  cocktail  of  half-swallowed  concern  working  its  way  into  his  system.  “well?  are  you  going  to  fill  me  in  about  what’s  going  on  inside  that   head  of  yours,  or?” 

inspiration in battle can come from any number of sources - military training, wade’s own imagination, taken from video games, copyrighted moves stolen from x-men, etc. his options were endless. but when it came to an ugly man moving a loud redhead from point a to point b easily? well, no one would be surprised to find wade drawing inspiration from nothing other than shrek. 

❝ do you want to be dropped on your ass? ❞    he asks, irritation audible even through the mask, through the heavy breathing that comes with the exertion of running. god, did he fucking hate cardio.     ❝ when someone says run, that doesn’t fucking mean pretend to be a statue. marvel already has enough matyrs, hotshot. ❞

         ‘   if i knew i was going to have company , i might have cleaned   ’         lips curled into a soft smile as he stood up and made his way towards her . without any other proper greeting , clint threw his arms around her and gave her a tight squeeze .