#zadarnic

           PETER    FOUND     HIM    IN     THE     KITCHEN    ,   milano’s   piloting   left   in   rocket’s   capable   hands.   the   backdrop   of   space   was   vibrant,   lush,   and   it   called   to   him,   whispering   the   reminders   of   home.   oftentimes,   peter’s   gaze   slipped   from   the   astronomically   gorgeous   sight   of   space   to   james,   to   the   curve   of   his   jaw   /   the   sadness   that   still   oft   plagued   his   expression   /   the   fullness   of   his   lips.   he   found   himself   unable   to   look   away,   a   HOSTAGE   to   his   feelings.   he   looked   especially   ethereal   now,   as   the   blue   nebula   they   passed   lit   up   the   void   of   space   and   encompassed   james’   expression.   peter   approached,   finding   a   home   next   to   james,   and   stared   out   the   window.   silence   was   never   a   strong   suit   of   peter’s,   but   silence   claimed   him   now,   anxiety   a   plague   that   festered   the   closer   they   got   to   earth.

                          ❛    your boy is a soldier, and his mouth tastes like FEAR & blood ---- dust and fire.    ❜

                                    HOME . A BATTLEFIELD .

                          ❛    the galaxy . a thousand suns . your boy is a SUPERNOVA , and you are scared                                                          he   will   blind   you.   you   know   he   will,   but   you   cannot   turn   away.        ❜

                    ❝   well,  what did you expect me to do?   ❞

      THE   HUSH   OF   SNOWFALL   BLANKETED   THE   EARTH    in eternal sleep , the world fabricated into illusion of calm & quiet. they had tailed whispers of their target to nearby SEEMINGLY abandoned building, and bailey had found herself perched ‘pon neighboring roof. he’s here , WRETCHED thing --- vile. we smell it on him. let us prey ‘pon his flesh. give him to us. we want him ; GIVE HIM TO US --------------- hushed whispers of the fae enveloped her, and as her eyes cast to COMRADE, she offered the briefest of nods. he was inside.

                 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘   𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐀𝐓   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃   𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄   .     she   begins  with   him   and   she   will  end  with   him   ;  every   path   in   the   middle   has   lead   her   back   to   him   time   and   time   again   .   two   burning  red  strings   intertwined   ,   a   dance   with   eternity  ,   a   fate   she   will   happily   accept   .  they   are   shattered   all   the   same   ,  with   a   familiar   appreciation   for   the   notion   of   self  -  weaponry   . he   knows   her   better   than   she   knows  herself  and   natalia   ,  well   ,  she   likes   to   think   it’s   mutual   .  she   knows   the   strength   he   harbours   deep  within   ,  a   fortitude   capable   of   bringing   a   thousand   gods  to   their   knees      —      even   if   he   doesn’t   recognise   it   himself   ,  she   knows   ,   he   doesn’t   need   her   .   and   perhaps   that’s   the   beauty   of   their  relationship   .  they   don’t   need   each   other   ;    they   want   each   other   .   the   pair   have   spent   their   lives   fighting   wars   that   had   never   been   their   own  and   along   the   way   ,   across   a   field   of   dust   and   gun  -  powder  ,   they  fell   into   each   other   .   they   collided   like   two   burning   stars   and   suddenly   ,   the   sun   emerged   .

no   ,  he   doesn’t   need   her   .  but   he   has   her   all   the   same   .  a   delicate   smile   caresses   the   edges   of   her   cheeks  ,   carving   a   bantam   dimple   into   porcelain   skin  .      ❝         i’m    always   with   you   ,   моя    любовь   .       ❞         intonation   is   flooded   with   her   love  for   him   ,   burning  her   from   the   inside   out   .   she   presses   onto   her   tip   toes   ,   her   weathered   hands   capturing   his   chiseled   features   and   with   a   reticent   breath  ,       ❝        i’m   with   you   here .       ❞       a   kiss   to   the   forehead   ,  to   soothe   the   relentless   thoughts   .        ❝       and  i’m   with   you   here   .      ❞       a   hand   to   his   chest   where   his   heartbeat  thrums   steady  ,  a   cadence   that   has   never   failed   to   steady   her   own  .  with   a   glance   skyward   ,   her   emerald   gaze   twinkles   with   something   reserved   just   for   him  .

                  ❝         навсегда   .        ❞

                    wakanda  is peaceful    .          nothing compares         ,         really         ,         &         considering that he once lived a life in london         ,         &         now new york         ,         this is like a breath of fresh air  .         everett knows he’s expected back at headquarters soon         ,         to give the usual tedious report         &         once again be stuck behind a desk         ,         but for now         ,         he’ll enjoy his last few hours of freedom  .         wandering aimlessly         ,         deep blue hues take in the surroundings         ,         expression full of wonder  .         he’s found himself away from the main city         ,         &         he can hear birds         ,         if he listens close enough  .         fascinating  .         as his feet crunch through the grass         ,         his lips part         ,         spotting a man crouched among some goats  .         but         ,         this man is familiar  .         (         berlin .         jesus christ  .         )                  ❝         barnes   ?         ❞