L I N E A G E

Alexander Rosado, Alias: Lineage, crimefighter

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coolshadowcatkittypryde:

She couldn’t help but feel a bitter sting at the words, found the time, the time he had never had for her. She was young, became dependent too fast, as much as she wished she could say it was no longer an issue, deep down she knew that as soon as it was offered. She longed for what the institute could no longer give her in this war time…love. It was small and petty, but there was a void in her, it had been growing since her parents outcasted her for such freakish sorcery. She still remembered how they called her monster, how the love in their eyes seeped. How after everything she was…still wasn’t enough. 

“Yeah-trying my own thing for a while, seeing how well I can cope.” she said, her eyes growing puzzled at her easy overshare, how quickly could she fall back into that, how soon would she be left hurt. “Didn’t expect to see such a handsome not so stranger on my doorstep, but you were always full of surprises weren’t you?”

“I know exactly what that’s like. I hope your experience is much better than mine was.” he grinned, chuckling at his misfortune. Normally, smiling at his pain was such a hard thing, but around Kitty, it came naturally. Loving her was as simple as breathing air. They could slip back right where they started. It was nice to know some things didn’t change.

“You flatter me too much,” a nervous dragging of tongue over curling lips. They could make it work this time-- No. He could make it work this time. “It’s great to see you again.” he admitted, clearing his throat, which started constricting from the words forming in his mind.

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coolshadowcatkittypryde:

“Hey, watch who you’re calling old, man.” she said gesturing to the house behind her that she still couldn’t find her way into. “I mean, I know I’m living an obvious high life of responsibility but you’re tramping right over my reputation.” she said as a smile broke out past the faux seriousness, but something lingered there. It hadn’t been long together, but it felt like a life time. They had stayed in that apartment for days, drinking, sleeping, laughing, making out. It was their own sanctuary. 

“You’re taking English lessons?” she said nudging his shoulder with her fist, there was no real force behind it, more excited affection. “You always said you wanted to-god” she said pausing. “Look at you.” Her eyes lingered on his for a moment too long, but she didn’t want to look away.  “Super powers were never enough huh?”

Alex never really figured out what caused their split. Maybe it was Kitty wanting a future? Or his own fault for not giving her enough time at the end of their short run together. It could have even been Lineage, stealing away any chance of a social life, let alone a relationship; completely draining him. Yet, when he thought of Kitty there were only good times. Smiles. Laughter.

“Woooah, Muscles, watch it. You been workin’ out, Pryde?” he teased, pretending be injured, rubbing where her fist connected, a vibrant grin lighting up his sullied face. “Yup. I’m a student over at NYU. Heh, yeah, I know. Found the time.” Found the time? That’s too precious, Lex. Is it because ‘lost your job’ sounds much worse? Guess it’s a step up from ‘lost all hope’, though. Smooth, Big L.

Gritting his teeth, he ignored the voice in the darkest crypts of his mind. “What about you? New place, obviously.” he admired, fingers disappearing into the pockets of the olive jacket-- soon to be followed by knuckles until his entire hand had retreated. In time to hide the way they shook.

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coolshadowcatkittypryde:

“New York City, that’s a lot of people to stalk on your turf, especially all the new ones.” she said lightly, her hand running through his hair fondly. Slowly realizing the situation, clearing her throat and stepping backwards, taking in the city around them. 

“I paid for this…so far not turning out so well.” she said, her whispy laugh running through the stale air of the streets. 

“Oldies are goodies, though.” he muttered, cut off by the way she ran her fingers through his hair. Before, when they shared a few nights (as well as a few drinks) together, she would calmly pet him while he drifted to sleep. Images of breaking wrists, screams of agony, and bloody bandages after a hard night’s work would drift away at her gentlest of touches. 

Clearing his throat, he stared at his boots, nervously dragging his tongue over his bottom lip when she made a unsubtle retreat.

“I disagree. You’re here. I’m here. Seems like the perfect price for a happenstance reunion.” Pausing awkwardly, Alex shook his head at his vocabulary. “Sorry... That’s the English classes talking.”

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coolshadowcatkittypryde:

She turned around, her grin automatically widening. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns you find a way to walk into mine.” she said putting down the box and walking towards him, tiny in comparison she practically beamed. “Alex Rosado as I live and breath.” she said pulling him into a tight hug. “You mean the one with the highest bagel price don’t you?”

“What can I say?” Returning the auto-grin, unable to help himself around her. “You’re on my home turf.”

“You get what you pay for. And what you pay for is satisfaction.” He added before being swept into the loving embrace. Of all the shitty things happening in his life lately, this was one twist he could easily accept with open arms.

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coolshadowcatkittypryde:

“What a grand debut to New York Shitty.” she began to mutter to herself as she watched people starting to nudge past her in the new and tiny share house.

“Excuse me, little lady, but it sounds like you’re dissing New York City.” he made his way up the steps to the girl who once captured his heart. But that was a very long time ago. They had both grown since then. “And I’ll have you know this is the greatest city on the planet... Ever.”

[stydiaislove]

[alexanderosado-blog]

“Um, is there a point to this, cause I’ve got finals to study for...”

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thunder-ous:

“And you mean to make Thor of Asgard a mere messenger of your bad news?”

His tone was purposely booming, the question asked with well-faked outrage though truthfully the thunder god knew better than to think that was Alex’s intention.  Still, the young man was already letting his physical performance betray some sort of…something…happening internally.  It was impossible to pinpoint, but Thor wasn’t there as acting psychiatrist for SHIELD’s youths.  He was there to train them and any warrior worth their salt knew it was as much a matter of the mind as it was body.  So he pressed on, putting some nastiness into the smirk resulting from the sound of Alex’s sneakers still squeaking along the floor to try and strike again at whatever nerve lost him his footing in the first place.  Perhaps fear could encourage some truth, or at the very least force him to focus.

“/Curs/ sneak out back doors, boy.”

Thor released the arm he was previously holding in order to plant a hand square in the middle of Alex’s chest, making it a point to use just the one to give him a solid shove back with much more oomph than usual.

“Your instruction was to have at it again like you /mean/ it.  Heed this, and do not insult me with paltry efforts a second time.”

“If you’re offering, no thanks. They need to hear it from the source-- Wait. Was that a joke?” he grinned at the lumbering blonde.

At the word curs, Alex felt the shift in weight and the brute strength Thor held somewhere deep down. Thrown backwards, landing then rolling a few times before pushing himself off the ground. Moving to one side, making sure it was the giant’s blinder side, Alex searched for an opening before beginning his assault. A charge that turned into a rising knee, aiming to the god’s stomach before tossing himself down and back-- between Thor’s legs. Body dragging along the mat, which earned him a few abrasions he’d feel later, Alex pushed up, now behind the blonde, throwing a combination of punches.

“Guess I’m a cur then!”

[shipteenwolf]

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hawkatiebishop:

For a moment, a brief flash of a moment, Kate let the despair of Alex’s words weigh on her. And it was brutal. Then she remembered where they were, who they were, and what they had sacrificed to get there. Her eyes refocused on her teammate and her face turned to stone as quickly as it had softened.

“Bullshit. That is complete shit, Alex Rosado. I’m not sure if you’re actively denying that or if you’ve become so wrapped up in your delusion that you can’t see it yourself, but you are full of total horseshit right now.”

Now she was angry. 

“You have come too far– we have come too far to give up. And I refuse to let you do this to yourself.” Or to me, she omitted. “Heroes don’t give up because we’re reminded we’re not infallible. That’s when you have to suck it up and remember that you’re not doing this for you and giving up isn’t just on you. Heroes don’t give up. Period. And if all this,” She gestured to him, “Is you trying to tell me you’re not a hero, I once again call bullshit!”

Kate slammed her hand against his locker once more for emphasis. 

“And what do you mean nobody can fly? We know plenty of people who can fly! Iron Man, Captain Marvel, Thor, take your pick! And I bet if you looked hard enough into your personal ancestry dot com you’ve got going on in there, you could find someone who could fly too.”

“You wanna leave? Tough shit. I won’t let you.”

He felt himself reel back, snapping out of his panicked state when she starting slamming his locker.

Alex had been prepared for a speech, but not such an emotional outburst. Then, the impact of her words brought his brow lower. For a second he thought she was actually worried about him. Instead, she was playing big shot team leader. Scowling to the side, he waited for her to finish her big show. His parents’ shouting matches built up his immunity towards lecturing tones usually, but something about Kate showering him in fire and brimstone, condemning him to a life of following orders, saving kittens from trees, and selflessness made his blood run hot. Turning to face her, face contorting unrecognizably into a red mass of fury, eyes burning gold, voice rebounding throughout the empty locker room.

“-- Then maybe I’m not a hero!”

The outburst caught him off-guard, the whites of his eyes invading the dark brown spaces. Swallowing hard, taking it all in. Her, him, here in this locker room yet again. The last time while they were both Avengers. She was still Hawkeye, but Alex? How the hell could he be Lineage anymore after what went down?

Casting his shocked gaze downward in shame, tongue dragging over his now dry lips, Alex nodded. Opening his locker forcefully, he began to grab his things. Stuffing them angrily into his black and gold sports bag, zipping it closed with finality before hoisting it over his shoulder. Staring into her eyes one more time, a silent plea for her to let him go.

“Good thing it’s not up to you, then. I’ll see you around, Fishop.”

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thechloeodonnell:

           “—–that’s next week, not this one.”

His hand slithers up his neck, massaging away the awkward silence. When it slips away a new cut can be seen. A souvenir from his nightly escapades.

“Riii~ght, crap. My bad. I’ve been studying so much that my brain is mush.” 

[alexanderosado-blog]

felicia-hardlytrying:

She was about to turn around, invite him  to walk beside her to the abandoned werehouse by Hell’s Kitchen. The one with the holes in the roof caused by bullet holes, but letting in something  beautiful, the moon light poking through creating  a space like are that mere mortals could walk  amongst…but instead he did that. 

Every defense mechanism went up, remembering the way that a sweet boy once  talked to her, made her feel as if she was the  one in control. That she would be the only  one that could hurt him. How wrong she had  been, how easily she had allowed her heart to be broken. “Excuse me-”  she said straightening up as her walls obviously went back up. 

“... You’re excused?” he asked, a bit confused, holding the door open for her to enter the cab. “Lady’s first-- Oh, I’m taking a second cab, though. Home. I’m going home.” he added, still in a tipsy state. “Chloe would, uh, Chlo would kill me if I stayed out like this.” he addressed his entire being in one gesture.

“Have a nice night, um, Ms...?”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

“Pouty boy has claws. Okay this I can deal with.” she said lightly watching him slam the glass down watching they eyes looking around at the fact he was leaving with her, a young woman budding with the sexuality of Jessica Rabbit with the feline charm of Michelle Pfeiffer’s cat woman. Moving her hand  around her waist she began to sway her hips  letting his confidence grow…he deserved it.  “How old are you anyway?”

“And a bite to boot.” he smirked, draping an arm around her before exiting the bar. Letting their bodies get as closer, like a pendulum. Once they were outside, Alex slid his arm away, shrugging. “You can drop the act. No guy is gonna bother you now.” he added, clearly missing the whole point of her flirting. Assuming she was using him to escape the bar with no one in toe.

His brow quirked at the question. “Um, I’m old enough to drink. If that’s what you’re wondering.” he added, hailing a cab.

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hawkatiebishop:

She shoved his hand off her shoulder and reaffirmed her stance. “You’re right, this isn’t about me. So let’s not go there.”

“You’re making a choice to leave, explain yourself. No matter what’s going on, no matter what confluence of events has lead to this, you’re choosing this. Now tell me why and then unchoose it. And, for the record, it’s always personal. What we do and how we do it is always personal. That’s a dumb excuse.” Kate crossed her arms and waited for his answer. Her own questions and confusion aside, she couldn’t let him do that thing he did where he got inside her head with his dumb puppy dog eyes. Not this time.

His fingers curled at the physical dismissal, hand receeding back. Right. Kate wasn’t the touchy feely type. Noted. “Fair enough.”

He looked down at his feet. Beat up running shoes stared back at him. Memories built upon physical activity. There was a time when those shoes would fall apart one night and he’d have a new pair the next morning. A time when there was a chiding voice in his ear, telling him what to do and where to go-- even when he knew already.

There was a time when Flynn was still his best friend.

“I- I can’t do this anymore.” he admitted. Gone was the warmth. The empathy. Replacing it was a hallow, bitter note. A shrilling howl that cut through the air, like there was something caught in his throat. Clearly hurting, Alex cast his head lower in an attempt to escape the pain. “I refuse to be something we’re not.” he shook his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “We spend our time in the air, pretending like we’re flying around in our bright costumes with our capes billowing behind us...”

His voice was barely above a whisper. “But that’s the lie, Kate. We pretend to fly because we’re actually falling,” his eyes shifted back to her face, unblinking. “Waiting until gravity-- until reality-- reminds us that nobody can fly.”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

She looked around, contemplating the situation, she had no intention of taking him home but  that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some other  fun. “Well it’s not exactly something ordinary  people would have the guts to do, you up for some sort of adventure kid?” she said finishing the last part of her drink. 

He knocked back his last glass, capping himself at four. Slamming the cup down cockily, he stood up. Tossing a few loose bills on the bar for tip. “If I wasn’t before, I am now.” he smirked over at her, tugging at the ends of his jacket. “And don’t call me kid.”

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hawkatiebishop:

She shook her head immediately, almost instinctively. “No you’re not. That’s crap. You don’t get to leave this and you know it.”

Her words were as much for her as they were for him. Kate needed Alex, no matter how much she refused to admit that. His honesty and optimism were integral to her daily life, and more so to her perspective on what a hero is. If Alex couldn’t cut it, could she?

“Funny how everyone keeps telling me that and yet here I am,” he snorted, “Leaving.”

Turning to fully face her, hand leaving the locker he planned to throw open. Immediately realizing the intent behind her words. His tone shifted from biting to caring. “Hey. You don’t get to do that. Don’t go doubting yourself because of me. This isn’t about you.” he stated, planting a firm hand to her shoulder. “You’re going to be the greatest friggin’ hero of them all-- The Superior Hawkeye.” Warm, dark browns holding the same compassion his words did. “I’ll still be around I just--” his voice trailed off, looking around the grey room.

“I... It’s personal, alright?”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

“A boy after my own heart.” she cooed  not mockingly but instead entertained by  the situation, people were so young and  naive, seeing them grow character had been  interesting especially if they ended up bringing something she could work with.  “What were your plans for the night? drinking  your sorrows away? because personally I feel we jumped straight over that.”

“Yeeeah, that was sort of the idea.” he smiled, bemused at the stupidity of the whole situation. So simple. “Isn’t that the reason people come to these kinds of places?” he looked over his shoulder. The other patrons noticing him cozying up to the woman they’d been sending drinks over to the whole night. His grin grew cockier at the attention.

“You got something else in mind?” he asked, glancing back over to Felicia.