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@adashofheroism
Indie RP-blog for Bruce Banner, Francis Barton, Tim Drake, Tony Stark (IM:AA) & Yoyo (OC).
(previously: angrophobicscientist, heroprogeny, nerdybirdboy, hightechgenius, concertedlysuper)
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Mun: Veri, 30+yo, BST/GMT
UPDATE: Bios have been moved/linked (Francis' and Tony's have always been in a doc). Headcanons will be moved one by one, so some might get linked to their old blogs, some might not.
You Are the Patron Saint Of...
lost faith
patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.
tagged by: @murder-popsicle
tagging: anyone interested
You know those posts about one of Bruce’s kids getting kidnapped and him having no idea which kid they have based on the vague descriptions he’s given? Well now I can’t only imagine Bruce getting the dreaded call and immediately pulling out a guess who board filled entirely with his kids. Like
kidnapper: we have one of your children
Bruce: I have so many of those you need to be more specific
kidnapper: the loud and annoying one
Bruce, flipping down Cass and Duke: that does not help as much as you think it does
kidnapper: well he has black hair?
Bruce, flips down Steph: keep going
kidnapper: uhhhh? He’s short?
Bruce, flips down Dick and Jason leaving Tim and Damian: more specific
kidnapper: he’s been condescending and judgmental since we got him
Bruce: yeah they both tend to do that
kidnapper: he keeps throwing around words I don’t understand
Bruce, realizing that Damian and Tim are significantly more similar than he thought: uhh more specific?
kidnapper: more?? look just wore us the mon— WHERE’D HE HIDE A KATANA???
Bruce: ah you have Damian
get them out of my head
"Nah, we haven't chipped people in years." Sterling joked, a little smirk forming on his lips. He watched the conflicting feelings pass through the young man's eyes. After a brief sigh, Sterling leaned in a bit and lowered his voice.
"If you need somewhere to stay, you can come home with me. Stay close to Clint so if you want to get to know him more when he's not on a mission you're nearby. My wife went to culinary school so the food is always amazing. We have a spare bedroom all set up. Honestly, you should have been sold at the food though."
He wasn't sure Francis would take the offer but he has discussed it with Chen all the same. He couldn't let Clint's son continue to live on the street without a fight, even if he had to foster him for a few years until he was old enough to support himself or Clint was able to take him in.
"It's no pressure. Just offering. You're very important to us, Francis. I know you can take care of yourself, but just because you can doesn't mean you have to. Maybe you can just focus on being a kid instead of how you're going to get by."
Francis snorted at the joke. It's a bad one, but he guessed it's made to help him relax. It worked. A little, at least.
The teen listened to the offer. Thinking it over while he finished his sandwich, well, his third sandwich to be exact. Francis has a black hole where a stomach should be. The offer was tempting. He does like Sterling. Not once has the man made him feel like less of a person or stupid, which wasn't common. Most people looked down on him or treated him like a stupid brat. Sure, Francis wasn't a genius, barely able to read even, but when it came to survival and work, he was smart. Even if he also had the weirdest of lucky bad luck.
Anyway, offer was tempting, but can he truly trust Sterling? What if this was all a trap? But why would SHIELD want to trap him? Maybe because he seemed to have inherited his father's genes for accuracy and agility? But what if there was no catch? What if Sterling truly just wanted to help him? What if he doesn't lie when he said that he's important to them? Francis studied the man's face and he can't see any signs of deception, but the man is also a SHIELD agents and probably good at acting.
Swallowing the last bite of sandwich with some of the energy drink that they seemingly had around, Francis made a decision.
"Okay. I guess I could try that. But I warn you, any sign of lies and shit and I'll have you pay." Something that might seem like an empty threat coming from a lanky teen, but Francis could most definitely be dangerous. Not that he enjoyed hurting others, but he also had no problem defending himself.
explanation as to why in my previous comic Dink refers to Tim as "Bitty" (featuring tim's ability to spawn out of nowhere) <3
sleepy 1 and sleepy 2
"You'd be surprised." Sterling grinned. He'd certainly find a way to screw it up, he was sure.
What now? Ah, that was the complicated part.
"Well, that's up to you." He said, entirely honest and up front with him. "Even if we tried I'm sure we couldn't force you to stay anywhere you weren't comfortable. You're too smart and too capable. If you want to go back to the street then that's probably where you'll end up. But, if you don't... There are options. Understand, however, that you will not struggle ever again, not matter where you end up. Even if you prefer being on your own we will be looking in on you and making sure you're fed and comfortable."
Francis raised an eyebrow, wondering how an adult could mess up a sandwich. Maybe he'd find out one day. On the other hand, he has been accused of being a garbage disposal, so maybe he won't find out.
"That sounds a lot like you're going to chip me like a stray no matter what I choose," he replied honestly. Agent Sterling didn't seem to mind his straightforwardness, not even when it was accusing SHIELD of being a bit too big brother-y. Trust doesn't come easy for someone like Francis. Someone who has been neglected and mistreated, not that he'd ever admit to that having happened.
He'd been told that Clint had looked for him, but once they met, he wasn't sure his father particularly liked him. Or maybe he's just as nervous as you, a little voice told him, but that was absurd, Clint Barton is a SHIELD agent and hero, why would he get nervous meeting a teen? made no sense.
"I don't know... I don't exactly dislike it here." He didn't exactly like it either. Felt too much like and institution and also too many eyes on him. Not his fault he looked pretty much exactly like a younger Hawkeye.
"Everyone in one piece?"
"Yes, General! Everyone is accounted for. But the ship on the other hand..."
"We'll find a way to fix it," Feixiao assured as the last of her soldiers filed out of the hull and the engineers were assessing the damage. She needed to keep everyone calm as a leader after all.
But before they could properly attempt any repairs company approached them. Feixiao didn't summon her gunblades just yet, stepping in front of her fellow foxians, waiting to see what the strangers would do.
Before she can even utter a 'we come in peace' shit hits the fan.
"Shields! Everyone else get behind them!" the Merlin's Claw shouts.
The knights who carried shields get in front, creating cover for their comrades in a tight formation as they run to get the hell out of such an open space. She takes point for her people, following after the man who'd come to warn them, shooting down as many of these robots(?) she can as they make a run for it.
Despite the situation, Francis makes an impressed sound at the shields, especially since projectiles can get out from the shields while still protecting those inside. Though, the bots are smart and he knows it's just a matter of time before they figure out how the shields work and before more than they can handle arrives.
As much as he wants to fight the hunks of metal, he leads them all to the relative safety of the underground of the giant Machine City. At first he just leads them a bit further in, through hidden doors and traps, everyone staying silent. Though, he's not about to lead strangers straight back to his people. Instead he leads them to a nearby room. Well, room is a generous description, but that's how everything is down here. This is, after all, what was once the sewage system of a human city, far below the city of metal now on the surface of the planet.
Francis turns towards the dog-lady, who seems to be the leader, and smiles his usually charming smile. The one who makes the few girls his age melt. Though, to Feixiao, he is probably more of a boy than a young man. Leader or not, he's only a pale, skinny 16 year old, even if his features hint to him one day becoming a very handsome man.
"Well, well, we don't get guests often. Actually, never. Judging by the state of your craft, I'm guessing it wasn't on purpose." In other words, they're not here to help them, but at least he now knows there are other people out there, that the machines didn't wipe out humanity. Can he call these dog-people humans?
"I'm Barton, but people call me Hawkeye and I'm the leader of the Scavengers, the last humans of this planet. I'm guessing General isn't your name, my beautiful lady." Oh, yes, he can be smooth when he wants to.
I think I'm actually going to add Bruce Banner here. I do miss him. He (together with Spock) are my oldest canon muse. He's mainly based on comics though, but I do MCU as well.
Cont. from here with @goldentemplariumcrow
Tim took a deep breath. Pushing down those irritable feelings. He hadn't meant to raise his voice at Lio, but he had. Hearing the hurt in his boyfriend's voice made him instantly feel guilty, but arguments is a natural part of a relationship. Something Tim knows very well, but that doesn't mean he likes it.
"I know and I'm sorry," he replied, stepping closer, holding out his hand for Lio to take. "Yes, you might end up hurting me badly, but I might end up hurting you badly too. I might not be the same as you, but I'm not perfect and I'm both a member of the Gotham elite and a vigilante, many wants to hurt me and might end up hurting you too." Yes, this isn't the same as Lio's isu genes, he knows that. They both know that, but it's still a danger and can still lead to death.
"I doubt it's nowhere near as easy for him as it seems. Have you tried talking to him about it?" Tim might not be able to help much with this specific problem, but Dio could and if needed to, Tim might hint something to Dio, but only as a last resort. "No one knows what the future might bring, I might not even get old." This sounded negative, but it was the truth. "Let's not worry too much about it. For now, we're both alive, well enough and together. Let's enjoy it, okay?" Tim knows he started this, but all he wanted was to make sure Lio is safe and well-cared for. That he can continue to work with his clothes and fashion. To keep that light of his. Anything Lio needed that Tim could do, he would and he wished Lio would rely on him a little bit more.
Sterling chuckled at his reaction. No one ever seemed to know what to think of SHIELD. Everyone had their guesses, of course. More often than not it was a negative one. He'd encountered many a civilian who reacted with hostility when they found out who he worked for. Hell, even people who had been rescued or helped by SHIELD berated him after Hydra's secret involvement had been revealed.
Hydra really had destroyed everything good they'd ever done in this world.
"Well, I'll certainly tell Agent Brompton you're a fan of her food."
With Francis, it wasn't just SHIELD that had a bad reputation, anything authoritative had. As a runaway from foster care, who had been wrongly accused more times than he could count, he was understandably suspicious towards... well, basically everyone. Especially if that something was said to help.
Though, he guessed Agent Sterling also wondered about his meeting with Clint, his dad. It was... well... it was honestly overwhelming and Francis wasn't sure what to feel and it had been very awkward. So, for now, he just pushed it aside.
"Can't really go wrong with ham and cheese," he replied, glad that the sandwiches didn't have lettuce or something on them. He might be a street kid, well was, he guess, but he was still a teen and didn't particularly like most vegetables. But then, most veggies he had eaten were either bad, canned or overcooked.
"So... what now?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but in reality, he was rather anxious.
Is a man not allowed to chill in a trash can? With his little hoard of shiny treasures he'd found inside? Caelus is almost offended at the exclamation this guy makes when seeing him, and in turn the trailblazer pouts up at the stranger. Until he catches sight of an angry guard immediately turning around in the distance. Oh. He's been on the wrong side of the law before in Belobog. Alright he might not know what this guy's done but he can find out later. Quick grab to their shirt and with a big yank he pulls them into the trashcan too. It's really cramped like this. Definitely not meant for two people. And they can't have the lid on like this. Shit. ❝Hold on and stay quiet.❞ Bracing his palms against the sides of the can Caelus rocks a bit and tips backward, hiding spot's opening now out of view of the guard. Just looking like an unfortunate, tipped over trash can. And if they listen carefully they can eventually hear the footsteps leave. Caelus waits another minute after the silence before attempting to climb out, awkwardly pulling the stranger along in the process. Once they're both deposited on the pavement he reaches back inside to grab the shiny he'd dropped, a bottle label of some kind, and looks over at the new guy with an awkward smile.
❝So what're they after you for?❞
Everything happens rather quickly after that and before he knows it, he's pulled into the trashcan, that somehow manages to fit them both, and then it all falls to the ground. Francis wants to protest, but he manages to stay quiet, extraordinary circumstances and all that.
With his luck, something this stupid shouldn't work, but somehow it does and the guards walks away, not even checking the trashcan. Surprised, yet relieved, Francis is pulled out of the trashcan and once he stands up, he looks down on it, baffled how they both managed to fit. Especially since the stranger is taller than him.
"I took a shortcut through a garden and stepped on a plant that's apparently holy or something." Francis hadn't seen any signs. How should he have known the plant was special? It wasn't like it was just one of it there, there had been many of that same plant.
"Uhm... thanks..." Although curious, he doesn't actually ask why the other guy was in the trashcan to begin with. Though, now he needs to clean up and change clothes before he can hand over the target item to the buyer.
@adashofheroism liked for a one liner
"It wasn't what you expected, was it?"
Francis gave him a one-sided shrug, not wanting to admit that SHIELD, so far, was nothing like he thought it would be. He had expected holier-than-thou people, looking down on him and all those things he hated.
Not that he felt comfortable either, but he didn't get the sense that he needed to flee.
Plus, there was free food.
"Guess it's not too bad," he eventually admitted, reaching for yet another sandwich to fill the bottomless pit that was his stomach.
3am dinner
[speedpaint]
Starter for @shallliveoninsong because Mew liked this post on my HSR blog (and we discussed it on discord) 300 years ago and I never wrote anything and now decided to just write it here instead.
Someone said a sky ship had crashed. Another said it was more like a rough landing. No matter what, a ship had found its way to the ground and it was not one of the robots' ships. Based on the description, it looks like nothing Francis has ever heard of. In case those inside are biological beings, they need to hurry to help keeping them safe. The robots will have no issues killing them.
Thankfully, Francis and his best fighters in the Resistance are fast and manages to head out from the city and into the desolate land surrounding it before the robots. But just barely.
Barking out orders, those with him does as he orders quickly as they all head towards the foreign ship. A ship that is opening up and people coming out. Definitely humanoid except... are those animal ears? And some of them have tails? Okay, no time for this. Instead he runs up to the woman, he assumes, that steps forward. "If you want to life, you'll come with me or the bots will kill you all."
The words have barely left his lips before the first of them falls down. They are being attacked. Francis swiftly turns around, sees the scout drone that fired at them, it's further away than most would be able to see, but his vision is more than excellent. Knocking and arrow on his bow, he aims and shoots, hitting the target without problem.
"Chop, chop!"
Starter for @starlighttrain because Ghostie liked this post on my HSR blog (and we discussed it on discord) 300 years ago and I never wrote anything and now decided to just write it here instead.
Francis is generally a good thief. He's nimble and fast. Good at not being seen when he doesn't want to be seen. Unfortunately, he also has the worst luck.
He managed to steal the item he was hired to steal, but then he was caught walking across the lawn of some garden or park or whatever, stepping on a plant that apparently is 'holy' or something here and suddenly, he's running for his life. Okay, maybe not his life, but he most certainly doesn't want to be caught.
The teen needs to find a place to hide. A good hiding place is one where no one expects you to hide and what better place than a trashcan. Except when he lifts the lid of the trashcan, someone is already in there, startling him badly. "What the fuck!?"
Unfortunately, that also alerts the guard hunting him.
