Ira @definitely-not-ira - Tumblr Blog

Open Marvel RP!

//tw violence, co-dependency, Hydra stuff, references of abuse, possible minor SH

"A Hidden Weapon (Hydra AU)"

No one had ever really seen its face. No pictures or videos were online, those who saw it never survived long enough to share what they encountered. It was practically a ghost, a folktale, only proven to be true by the articles on its destruction.

Ira never planned her escape. Why would she? This was where she was supposed to be and as Schüler intended, she became Hydra's powerful weapon. Entire towns could be leveled so long as the entity believed Ira was in danger. When that was too risky, she could handle things alone. Control. That's what Hydra promised, that's what she gained... even if it was her humanity that was lost.

Despite everything Hydra did to hide her, a video got out. Someone took notice, even if it was deleted minutes after its posting. The footage may have been blurry, but it was clear enough that this otherworldly creature was really just a girl. Whether she needed to be stopped or rescued, it was evident they needed to track her down.

Ira was sitting in her room. Not a cell, a room. Locked from the outside, but a room nonetheless. With how volatile the entity could be, they had to keep her content enough to not try to run. To make her think this was home... punishment, praise, and all.

She never expected someone to come looking for her. The facility was supposed to be hidden from any prying eyes, her identity was supposed to remain a mystery. But something can only be hidden for so long...

Valerie had heard about her, and she's known that she would have been like her. Trained. Trapped. So she'd hunted her down, knowing she probably needed rescuing...

"Hello?" She calls quietly, prying the door open.

Ira stands to attention swiftly, failing to hide her concern when the door protests Valerie's movement with a jarring screech. She stands incredibly still as she takes in the woman in front of her. She's unsure if Valerie is an intruder or an agent, and can't risk offending the latter.

"Frau..."

Is what she settles on... it's short, safe.

Valerie shakes her head instantly. "No. No titles." It was uncomfortable, even after years of freedom, to be referred to in such ways. "You need to come with me," she instructs.

"Affirmative. Tut es mir leid."

Ira looks down reflexively, shoulders caving in placatingly.

"W- wie soll ich Sie nennen?"

She hesitates for a brief moment before carefully walking to Valerie. It was a command. She knew how to follow those.

"Mission?"

Valerie replies to the question in German also. "Du kannst mich Valerie nennen. Deine Mission…" She trails off. She hadn't really thought this far ahead. "Mission is just to follow me."

She starts heading back the same way that she came.

"Do I protect you?"

Ira questions in German, perking up slightly and scanning their surroundings. This may not be her usual assignment, but she could complete it nonetheless.

"Ira, dear. Where do you think you're going?"

A man calls out from behind them in German, causing Ira to freeze in place. There's a faux sweetness in his words that only makes her more uneasy.

Valerie considers. "...sure." She didn't need the protection, but if it gave Ira something to do she could work with it. She turns to the man, automatically raising a gun.

The man glowers at Val, his hand slipping down to his side where his own firearm rests.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my asset?"

Ira instinctually steps between them, her attention focused more on Valerie's gun. There's a turmoil poorly hidden on her face as she glances between them. There are conflicting directives: Protect her handler or protect Val.

"Herr Schüler." She quietly addresses him. "Mission to follow and protect."

"Liberating her." Valerie snarls the words at the man. She pulls put her own gun and aims it at Schuler, not caring if she has to kill him. "I would suggest not getting in my way," she adds coldly.

"Mmm... and does she know what you're attempting to do?"

Herr Schüler remains eerily calm, his eyes never leaving Valerie. Ira turns to mostly face Valerie, keeping her eyes low and focused on the gun rather than her face. Schüler continues, his voice having a demeaning edge to it.

"I would suggest not trying something like this again. I don't look kindly to those who take what's mine."

"Of course she does," Valerie replies cheerily. She looks at Ira and jerks her head to signal that she should come stand behind her instead. "Good thing she isn't yours, then."

Ira takes a single step towards her before looking back at Herr Schüler and freezing. She timidly responds, her shoulders caving in just slightly in case Valerie got upset.

"I... I am his. He's my handler."

A grin crosses Herr Schüler's face at Ira's hesitation.

"You heard her. She is and doesn't want to leave. So I would recommend identifying yourself while I'm still in a forgiving mood."

Valerie frowns, eyes narrowing as she looks at Ira assessingly. "You don't have to go with him. He doesn't own you. I promise." She turns her gaze back to Herr Schuler. "Identify myself? Well, around here they mostly called me Маленький солдат."

There's a flicker of trust, maybe hope, in Ira's eyes before it's quickly dampened down. She's not a traitor- she's not-

"No- no I do... I have to. I-"

When Schüler snaps his fingers, Ira reflexively scrambles towards him. She flinches just slightly as he wraps his arm around her, but she leans into him regardless.

"An asset? How strange..." His face shifts to sick interest. "And your handler is aware you've taken to... what did you call it? 'Liberating' others?"

Valerie's jaw clenches as she watches Ira run back over to her handler. It's a motion she recognises well, and she hates that. "You don't have to," she repeats.

She looks back to Schuler. "Ex-asset," she corrects mildly, then chuckles. "He's no, no. Unless he's keeping track of things from beyond the grave."

#marvel rp #open marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #mcu oc #marvel open rp #open marvel rp #marvel roleplay #definitely not ira #Hydra au

"Not allowed..."

Her voice drops to almost a whisper as she's acutely aware of how her actions seem to annoy Val. She almost moves towards her, but Schüler tightens his grip leaving her stuck in place with a quiet whine.

There's an almost mistakable flicker of alarm in Schüler's demeanor at that last line before he regains his composure.

"So you're a traitor? I'm surprised you're still alive then. Shame that will have to change today... unless they have other plans for you. Frankly I don't care as long as you never step foot here again."

Open Marvel RP!

//tw violence, co-dependency, Hydra stuff, references of abuse, possible minor SH

"A Hidden Weapon (Hydra AU)"

Peter races down the hallway, spider suit on and map to Ira's room displayed on his HUD. The team's finally tracked this girl down, and they knew it'd be a bad idea to have all the Avengers storm this base with someone as powerful as her in it. He'd been told to stay away, but, well, he's never been good at keeping his nose out of dangerous business.

He speeds to a stop outside of Ira's room and throws the door open. It might not have been the best idea, but he's also not great at thinking things through. "Uh... You're you, right?" God, that's a stupid thing to say.

Ira scrambles to her feet at the sudden intrusion, the book she was reading falling at her feet. Her eyes almost immediately flicker to a cold teal and she holds a now clawed hand protectively infront of her.

"Wer bist du? Who are you?"

She growls out, watching Peter's movements carefully in case he moves to attack. There's absolutely no way this red and blue... thing was an agent.

"Uhhh... Spider-Man."

Peter says it slowly as he stares at Ira's clawed hand, standing very still. He makes no move to attack her.

"I'm here to get you outta here."

"You're not an agent. Who are you?"

She speaks with a sort of bitterness, words gaining a harsher edge as she continues to scrutinize him. Ira stiffens when he continues, her fox tail flicking sharply behind her.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I already said who I am, I'm Spider-Man," Peter repeats. "I'm the kind of guy that breaks into HYDRA buildings to get people out."

He gestures around the room, which he finds really weird seeing as he's only seen cells in HYDRA places.

"And this is a HYDRA building, and you're people, so yeah, you're going somewhere."

Ira stares at Peter for a moment before something darkens in her gaze. She didn't know who a Spider-Man was, but clearly he didn't belong here.

"Threat..."

She mutters quietly, muscles tensing up as she falls into her training. Before Peter can finish his sentence, Ira is beside him, swiping at his chest with an animalistic growl.

"No I'm not."

"Nope, not a threat."

Peter instinctually backs up, which causes his chest to only be grazed by Ira's claws. His suit tears a little bit, and he hisses as a small amount of blood drips out.

"Okay, we're resisting. Got it."

"You shouldn't be here."

Ira's eyes flicker towards the blood and something akin to satisfaction crosses her face. Without giving him any time to recover, she aims for his chest once more.

Peter cries out despite himself, one hand coming to blood that is now coming out a lot more thoroughly.

"I tend to be in places I shouldn't be in a lot. It's a problem I have, actually."

He kicks a leg out, aiming to sweep Ira off her feet.

Ira easily evades his foot, but it forces her to step back and give Peter some room to breathe. Her own breathing has since picked up, making her seem closer to a wild animal than a teen.

"Disobedience gets you killed."

Her words are stale, as if they're just her repeating something she was told.

Peter shrugs, webbing over his injury to help seal it.

"Well, it's kinda my thing."

He just stands there for a moment. He doesn't want to attack her, but that could be the only way to get her out of here.

Ira watches the webbing, a flicker of confusion and almost curiosity crossing her eyes before she quickly schools it back to a dull, empty look.

"You shouldn't. It upsets handlers."

Ira holds no such reservations, and immediately leaps back into her previous attacks. She claws at his torso once more, this time aiming slightly lower towards his gut.

"I don't have handlers."

Peter hisses as her claws drag through his gut. It's an instinctual reaction for him to aim a punch for her head with his right hand while he presses at the wound with his left.

Ira's arm shoots up to minimize the hit, but she's still left stumbling to the side. She turns to look directly into Peter's eyes, her deep growl getting louder.

Peter tenses slightly, but doesn't back down. He takes a couple steps closer to Ira, guarding his chest with one arm and using his opposite wrist to try to web her.

She watches his movement carefully, quickly kicking at his hand as he moves to web her. Ira takes the smallest moment to glance at the webbing as it hits the wall behind her.

"What is that?" She snaps as she aims another claw strike at him.

Peter huffs slightly when she kicks his hand. He swiftly moves to the side, though Ira's claws connect with his arm, causing him to hiss as blood leaks from his bicep.

"My webs," he answers, quickly sealing his arm with the white strands before launching himself at Ira.

Ira backs up as he throws himself at her, lifting her arms to protect her face and chest. She aims a kick at his legs in an attempt to throw him off balance and maintain distance.

Peter's thrown off-balance, but keeps himself from falling. He stumbles slightly, then quickly raises his arm and aims a web for her chest.

#open marvel roleplay #marvel rp #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #mcu oc #marvel open rp #open marvel rp #marvel roleplay

Ira can't help but let out a surprised sound as her left arm is suddenly affixed to her chest. She pulls at it while backing up, the smallest hint of panic flashing on her otherwise blank face. The teen snarls at Peter to try and keep him from moving closer while she's exposed before clawing at the webs with her free hand.

Open roleplay—Time travel

-----

It'd started as a simple day in the lab - well, as simple as a day in the lab can be. Peter's moving some piece of tech, something that his grandfather had built and that's been sitting in a storage room for a while. It's scheduled to be moved to a museum, and he's supposed to put it out of the way until the movers can come for it.

Unfortunately for Peter, though, that day is thrown off course when he bumps into a lever on the machine. He feels that familiar tingle along the back of his neck and the hair on his arms standing, and then... he's somewhere else, and the machine is nowhere in sight. He looks around in confusion and spins around with wide eyes when he hears someone behind him.

-------

Mod: you can be from the time Peter's currently in, or you could've been transported with him, or you can do both, or something else, who knows?? My original thought was to the past but the future's great, too, and let's say this particular time machine could transport him through time and space for convenience.

Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! Use any blog you want!): @april-barnes @emiliakane @potatogunkid-official @iwasmadetobeasoldier @msbrooklynstark @liliyabarnes @starrryghost @captainrogers-thepatriot @winter-solstice-soldier @unofficially-tonystark @definitely-not-ira @steve-g-rogers @the-winter-soldierr @man-of-iron @katiestark @cobaltbabybluebarnes @polymerclasher @sunflower-0180 @peter-parker-who

The concrete walls of the lab slowly give way to greenery, the quiet hum of machines now the loud and extravagant noises of a jungle. Peter is directly beside a large stream, the cool water lapping up against rocky edges. Black orchids creep up the side of a tree behind him.

A tree where a young girl, maybe 7, is hanging upside down on one of its branches. She stares at Peter with confusion, her long curly black hair obscuring her face a little.

"Estás bien?"

The girl pauses, realizing he looked an awful lot like a foreigner. So, she switches to English instead.

"Are you okay?"

Peter stares right back at the girl, blinking several times before he gets his bearings enough to speak.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." He looks down at himself to check that that is in fact true before looking at the girl again. "Where am I?"

"La Selva Maya?"

She lets out an amused giggle, swinging gently.

"You really aren't from here, are you?"

He shakes his head. His face clearly shows how confused he is.

"No, I'm not... I'm not even sure how I got here."

He looks around again before looking at the girl.

"Who're you? Why're you out here by yourself?"

"How do you not know that? Are you a tourist? Tía Yara says they get lost a lot."

The kid pulls herself upright, scrambling down the tree with minimal grace... She still wasn't entirely used to her legs working. Pushing curls out of her face, the girl tilts her head at Peter.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers..."

She purses her lips for a moment, thinking. He doesn't look dangerous.

"I'm just exploring... B- but it's okay! I won't get hurt. I promise I'm really careful!"

"Uh... Not exactly."

He suppresses a chuckle as the girl scrambles down the tree.

"Yeah, you seem really careful. Does your mom know where you are?"

He tilts his head to one side slightly. He feels like this girl looks a little bit familiar...

The kid looks down sheepishly, rocking gently on her heels. She may be young, but something is seriously familiar about her.

"Please don't tell Mamá! She freaks out when I go out alone but I get so bored staying at home all day. And- and I am careful! I'm getting a lot better with my balence."

"Your balance? What's up with your balance?"

He raises an eyebrow, absently rocking on his heels a bit as he tries to work through what's happening right now, all while talking to this random kid.

For once the kid quiets down, her shoulders caving in slightly. It was a... sensitive topic.

"I used to be really sick."

She shrugs, avoiding eye contact with Peter by kicking at the dirt.

"But I'm better now! I can... walk and jump and climb and stuff-"

She really shouldn't be telling a stranger these things, but she was young and maybe a little too trusting.

"Oh..."

Peter's eyebrows raise a little in surprise, but he's got bigger things to worry about right now than a formerly sick kid: namely, how he got here. He definitely wasn't anywhere close to a rainforest before. Is he hallucinating? He leans up against a tree, and it's solid. Nope, not a hallucination...

"How did I get here?" he mutters, looking up at the tree canopy and then all around.

She perks up a little, looking Peter up and down. He didn't seem physically hurt, but he kept saying weird things.

"You don't look okay. Are you sure you aren't lost?"

The kid pads over to him, gently taking his hand and pulling him in a direction.

"I can bring you to the village? You can call someone there!"

Peter's a little bit surprised when the kid starts to pull him, but he lets her do so.

"Uh, sure, that'd be nice. Thanks, kid."

He looks at her for a moment. She looks... way too familiar.

"What's your name?"

"Ira! Mamá says we don't need a last name so it's just Ira. But sometimes I wonder what it was. She always says not to worry about it and I'm just being nosy but I don't think I am. Everyone else has a last name. Some people even have two so I don't understand why we don't get one. It's unfair."

The kid starts rambling as she expertly moves through the thick jungle brush. It's clear this kind of sneaking out is probably a common occurrence. She barely checks back on Peter as she pulls him along, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

"Ira..." Peter's eyes widen slightly as he comes to some sort of connection. It's the same dark hair, a similar facial structure, to his Ira.

"Nice to meet you, Ira. I'm Peter."

He looks around. Ira's mentioned that she used to play in a rainforest, right?

"Hey, Ira, I know this is an odd question, but... what year is it?"

"Do you get a last name?"

The girl says snarkily, still seemingly stuck on her previous thoughts. She pauses when he asks about the year, thinking for a long moment before responding.

"2007! No... 2008? I don't really know... but it's somewhere around there!"

Ira shrugs, pushing away some foliage to get to an actual path.

"I do, it's... Parker," Peter lies. He doesn't really want to reveal his identity to a random girl in a rainforest, even though he's got a sneaking suspicion that she's...

His eyes widen significantly.

"Somewhere around there? Fuck- I mean, don't repeat that word." He murmurs a number of curses in quick succession as he follows Ira. Time travel. Lovely. And that, right there, might be his Ira.

"Mamá will get mad if she hears you saying that!"

Ira whines a little, having heard everything he said. A village starts to come into view as Ira leads him down the path. It's an odd mix of traditional thatched roof huts and more modern wooden or metal homes.

"You're weird, you know that? But it's okay. I don't mind."

The kid remarks with complete sincerity as she continues to pull Peter along. A few residents give Peter strange looks, but they dissipate quickly as Ira flashes them a carefree smile.

"Yeah? I won't say it around her, then."

Peter smiles at Ira a bit crookedly, letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know that. It's the common consensus, actually."

He looks around at the village.

"You live here?"

"Yeah! It's really pretty, isn't it? I've lived here my entire life but Mamá says I was actually born in a place called Germany. That's where she's from! I want to go there someday but she says it's safer here."

She leads Peter towards what looks like a collection of homes. An older woman sitting on her porch notices the two of them and waves Ira over.

"¿Chiquita, dónde estuviste?"

The little girl beams as she skips towards the woman, still practically dragging Peter behind her.

"¡Conocí un nuevo amigo, Tía Yara! Lo estoy ayudando porque está muy perdido... y un poco extraño."

The woman shakes her head, smiling before looking up at Peter and addressing him in Spanglish.

"¿Señor, hablas Español, or English?"

Peter blinks a couple times, trying and failing to keep up since he's using his limited Spanish and knowledge of Latin roots to do so.

"Uh... English, ma'am."

He smiles at the woman.

"Hello, I'm Peter."

"It is nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Yara and you already met Ira. She is a lot to handle but I promise she is a good kid."

She speaks with a decently heavy accent, but it doesn't seem to hinder her language.

"Tía Yara."

Ira quickly cuts in, as if correcting the woman on her own name. Yara chuckles and opens one of her arms to silently call Ira to her side. The girl happily obliges, letting go of Peter and running into the old woman's embrace.

"Ira told me you were lost. Why don't you come inside and you can use my phone to call someone? I have some Powder Buns cooling if you're hungry."

Yara continues, a soft smile on her lips. Ira's face lights up at the mention of the semi-sweet baked good. Tía Yara always has the best snacks.

"Yeah, she seems like one."

Peter tilts his head to one side.

"Powder buns? Yes, it'd be great if I could use your phone, please. I need to call my dad."

He really hopes that it's 2008, because if it's 2008 his dad would've at least been Iron Man. Sure, none of the alien stuff or the spider bite have happened, but still least that crazy thing has.

"It's... ¿Cómo se dice? Like a... a cookie-scone? I am sure you'll like it if you try it."

Yara takes the two of them into her kitchen, Ira excitedly leading like she owns the place. Despite's the home's physical small size, the inside is colorful and well lived in, making it welcomingly cozy.

"If you want privacy you can go into another room. I'll keep the little one distracted."

Yara picks up a small cellphone from the counter and hands it to Peter.

"If he doesn't like them, can I have his Power Bun?"

Ira pipes up, gently pulling on Yara's clothes. The woman laughs quietly and puts a gentle hand on her back.

Peter smiles at the woman.

"I'm sure they're great, ma'am."

He takes the phone with a thanks. "Uh, yeah, I think I'll go someplace else. Thank you."

He walks into the adjacent room, already dialing a number he's had memorized since he was three and half-listening to what's going on in the other room. He desperately hopes that his dad will pick up, because if not, he'll have to figure out how to get from South America to California on his own.

He listens as it rings through to voicemail, and then leaves a message. "Hey, Dad, it's Peter. I know I'm supposed to be, like, 6 or so right now, but there was this machine in the lab that I was moving and long story-short, I time travelled. I'm in Belize. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

He ends the message before walking back into the kitchen. "He didn't pick up." He gives the phone back to Yara.

Yara speaks in a hushed tone while Peter is on the phone in the other room, but that control doesn't seem to apply to Ira. When the older woman mentions that Ira's mother is working late in the city, the young child loudly announces her annoyance.

"Again? Whyyyy?"

Yara ruffles Ira's hair as Peter walks in.

"To keep food on your plate, Chiquita. I'm sure she'll be back before you know it."

Ira grumbles quietly, shoving a Powder Pun in her mouth. Yara looks up at Peter, taking the phone back with a frown. She slides the bowl towards Peter as a consolation.

"Well, you are welcome to stay here until your father calls back."

Peter smiles at Yara gratefully.

"Uh, thank you. I'm sure he'll call back soon. He's just a... busy man." He chuckles softly, and accepts a powder bun before taking a small bite. "This is really good."

"That's because Tía Yara makes the best food!"

Ira loudly announces like it's a well known fact. She's so... different from the soft-spoken Ira that Peter knows.

"I am glad you like them, Peter." Yara smiles, unphased by Ira's outburst.

Peter laughs softly, looking at Ira. He loves how outspoken she is, but it hurts him how Schuler must've affected her to change her so much.

"I can see that, Ira. You're a big talker, aren't you?"

She looks down sheepishly, swallowing the bun she was still eating down hard.

"Mamá says I talk too much. But I think I should be allowed to and Tía Yara doesn't mind so it's okay! ... unless you don't want me to either."

Peter quickly shakes his head.

"No, no, I love it! You're so open... A lot changed, I guess."

"Changed? We just met...

Ira tilts her head in confusion but a sudden thought seems to completely pull her attention away.

"Tía! Can I go play with Peter while he waits for his dad?"

Yara glances over at Peter to silently check if he's okay with it.

"Uh..."

Peter nods quietly when Yara glances at him.

Ira lets out an excited squeal, shooting up from her seat.

"C'mon! I can show you around the Pueblo!"

She takes Peter's hand and pulls him towards the door. Yara sighs and moves to clean up the table after the kid, but doesn't call her out on it.

"I will come find you when he returns the call. And Ira? Don't go wandering too far, please. And you," She looks at Peter, "Keep her out of trouble, okay?"

Peter nods reliably as he lets Ira pull him along.

"I will, don't worry."

He grins at how enthusiastic Ira's being.

Ira proudly leads him out of the house, looking around for something interesting. She starts rambling as she walks.

"You said your dad is really busy? Well, my mamà's been coming home late a lot too. She says she's at work but gets upset when I ask about it because," Her voice shifts to a whiny tone, " 'It's none of your business, Ira. It's adult stuff you shouldn't worry about' "

Peter can't suppress a small laugh when Ira says this.

"Maybe it is adult stuff, then. You're not missing out. Adult stuff is really boring."

"But I miss herrrr!"

Ira pouts a little, pulling on his arm.

"And she's in the city so she's so far away. Do you live in a city? I don't get to go to the city with her. But it's okay! I like the Pueblo."

"Yeah, I get missing moms." Peter chuckles softly, letting her pull him along.

"My mom has to go on long business trips all the time. And yeah, I live in a city called New York."

"She didn't always do it though. Only when I got better..."

She half-mumbles, kicking a pebble before quickly getting excited about this new information.

"Where's that?" She gasps. "Is it really far away? You really don't look like you're from around here so it must be far away."

"Oh?" Peter asks softly. He half-wants to ask more, but restrains himself.

He nods, smiling. "Really far away. It's in the United States, on the east coast. There's a bunch of huge skyscrapers there, and lots of cool stuff like tech and theater."

"I couldn't really walk and I got sick a lot but now I'm fine so it doesn't matter!" Ira happily answers him, still trotting along like the situation was no big deal.

"Woahhh! I wanna go there!" She pauses, her excitement suddenly waning. "...wait, what's a sky- skyscraper?"

Peter smiles, then hums at her question.

"Uh, skyscrapers are these really tall buildings. That's why they're called that, because they look like they're scraping the sky. I live in one of them, it's called Stark Tower."

#peter stark #marvel roleplay #peter parker roleplay #mcu roleplay #open marvel roleplay #marvel rp #open marvel rp #mcu open roleplay #mcu open rp #definitely not ira

"Woah... you should take me with you! I wanna go in a sky- sky scraper!"

Ira perks up again, absentmindedly leading him along the path... She's completely forgotten about the fact that she was supposed to be giving him a tour.

Open Roleplay—Taken By HYDRA AU

Tw: brainwashing, heavy violence, general HYDRA stuff

---------

Peter has been missing for months, gone without a trace. He'd gone out for a regular patrol one evening, all smiles and sunshine after successfully getting a hundred on his history test, and... he never came back. His suit was found in a dumpster a few days later, bloodied and torn to shreds with Karen knocked offline.

New York had noticed that Spider-Man was gone, but they didn't think much of it, assuming he'd just gotten tired of the hero gig and abandoned them. The students at his school didn't really notice or care, beyond his friends and a few other people who were curious of what'd happened. The Avengers kept looking this whole time, but they've found nothing, no trace of the boy beyond the suit and some bloodied handprints.

Now, a figure stalks through the night. His enhanced hearing is locked onto a heartbeat, his glassy, brown-eyed stare focused onto the target he'd been given. Killing said target is his first assignment, and he's been made capable of doing it well. If he doesn't do it well, he knows what'll happen. He adjusts his mask—dark and hard instead of colorful and soft, covering his mouth (which is slightly open to air four sharp, hollow, venom-filled fangs) but not his eyes—and prepares to pounce.

----------

Peter's disappearance, and probable death, hit Ira incredibly hard. She closed herself off, grew more distant, and there were times no one could console her. Not Natasha, not Bucky, not even Kiro. She barely ate, barely slept, barely talked unless spoken to.

That's why she was walking alone to clear her head. Ira didn't care if the sun had already set, she just needed to get away from everyone. They kept trying to fix things, act like new leads would show up out of nowhere. While she couldn't accept the idea that he was dead, Ira was exhausted following false hope.

She suddenly freezes, briefly scanning the area when she swears he hears something moving. Ira tells herself that it was probably just a rat, but something instinctual keeps her on guard.

Peter keeps moving when Ira freezes, sensing his opening. He breaks into a run, his footsteps incredibly light as he creeps up a wall adjacent to Ira to properly view her from above. He's animalistic in his approach, practically hunting Ira in his movements.

"Who's there?"

Ira shouts as she snaps around, acutely aware of another presence. She backs up slightly, her eyes flickering teal. Something felt seriously wrong.

Peter doesn't respond, simply watching Ira with something akin to delight. It's in a horrible, distorted sense, but it's there. He stays perfectly still, trying to keep Ira from noticing that he's there.

Ira shudders at the feeling of being watched. Even if she couldn't see Peter, she could feel his sick gaze. A low growl emits from her throat as the glow strengthens.

"Don't come c- closer!"

She continues backing up, shouting in the general direction she thought the person was.

Peter growls back, silently falling from his place on the wall. He slowly approaches her, and a streetlight throws a glow across him, illuminating the top half of his face.

Her breath hitches as she takes in the person in front of her. Ira's not sure if she should fight or run or scream... So she instead attempts to stand her ground despite how uncertain she felt with that descision.

"Who are you? What d- do you want?"

Ira tries to keep her voice steady, but it wavers and cracks a little.

Peter doesn't answer her at first, instead silently trying to steer her towards the wall.

"Mission," he says simply, gesturing lamely towards her as one arm shoots out to hit her chest.

Each step he takes, Ira does so as well. She's so focused on Peter that she doesn't realize what he's doing.

"Mission? What are you-"

Ira yelps as he attacks, moving to the side at an inhuman speed. The entity activates swiftly, and her fox ears and tail materialize in response.

"I don't w- want to hurt you..."

She murmurs fearfully, looking for an escape as she realizes he's trapped her in the alleyway.

Peter whirls to the side and pounces for her again.

"You won't," he half-growls. He barely sounds anything like himself, barely looks anything like himself right now. He aims for a blow at Ira's head, trying to knock her down so he can sink his teeth into her and finish the job. If he does, maybe Hydra will let him go home...

"I will-"

Her arm flies up to block the hit, but she stumbles backwards a little from the force.

"Just go away..."

Ira tries to sound firm and in control despite how breathy and panicked she is. Easing back into a defensive stance, she hesitantly allows the entity's strength to flow through her limbs. Ira brandishes her claws in a futile attempt to intimidate him, prepping herself for the next hit.

Peter barely blinks at Ira's claws before throwing himself at her, careful not to touch them. He's basically on autopilot, with his Spidey sense doing most of the heavy lifting.

Ira sidesteps away from Peter's advance before kicking him hard. She staggers back, throwing herself off balance for a moment. Knowing Peter won't let up anytime soon, Ira frantically tries to get more information.

"Wh- Why are here?"

She cringes silently when her words come out more like a whine than a demand.

"Mission," he says, simply. He rolls to one side before jumping back to his feet and moving to try to unbalance Ira.

"Kill you."

Peter shifts into her space faster than she anticipated, causing Ira to trip. She winces as the cold brick suddenly hits her spine and shoulders.

"What?"

Ira raises her voice, panic clearly spreading across her face.

Something almost happy blossoms within Peter when he hears Ira wince. Pain, panic. Good. It's a better time when they try to fight.

"Kill you," he repeats simply, leaning down over her with his hands on her arms.

natasha-the-widow

She completely freezes for a moment, a memory crashing into her as Peter pins her to the wall. Ira quickly forces herself back into reality, a whimper escaping her. She had to get out of there. She had to.

Dropping her weight suddenly, Ira sidesteps while twisting her arms out of Peter's grip. She elbows him in the side of the head before turning towards the exit of the alleyway.

"Help! Please.... Help-"

Ira starts screaming as she makes a break for it, trying to ignore how weak she's sounding.

Ira's elbow knocks Peter's mask off, but he hardly notices. A chase! He vaguely remembers being good at this kind of thing, running after guys with odd masks through allies like this one. He bolts after Ira with a slight grunt.

"Stop screaming. Screaming is weak. Hydra will be mad..."

"Then s- stop following me!"

Ira doesn't look behind her at first, instinctually knowing he would chase her. She wavers as he mentions Hydra, her legs immediately becoming unsteady. The only thing keeping her going is the constant thrum of the entity in her muscles.

"How do you-"

Ira finally checks behind her, heart dropping as she sort of makes out his facial features. That didn't make sense. It can't be him. She doesn't risk another look to confirm, forcing herself to keep running.

"I can't. Mission."

His tone is low and dangerous as he continues to run almost effortlessly after Ira. His near-joy wavers a little when he sees her stumble. He thought she'd be a harder target to beat, but that's not it. He feels almost... bad, about doing this to her. Something another her feels familiar... He pushes that thought away.

"You're fast," he observes out loud.

"You don't have to listen to them!"

If he really was Hydra, she knew that probably wouldn't do much to stop him... but it still felt like the right things to say.

She scoffs quietly at his remark, not giving him more of a response. Of course she was fast, he was trying to kill her.

Ira inwardly chides herself for wandering off without tracing the way back home, desperately trying to scan for anything familiar as buildings fly past them. She suddenly makes a sharp turn, trying to throw Peter off her trail as she beelines towards the street.

"Yes, I do!"

The sharp turn doesn't throw Peter off for long, but it definitely creates a slightly wider delay. He shoots a web at an odd angle so that it'll wind up in front of Ira rather than actually hit her.

Ira skids to a stop as the web cuts off her path. She briefly looks at it with confusion before turning around to face her attacker. The only person she's ever seen using that was...

"Peter?"

She lets out a strangled gasp as a car passes by and illuminates Peter's face. It was him. Ira pauses for maybe a moment too long, just staring at Peter with a mixture of relief and terror.

"Who the hell is Peter?"

Peter slowly advances on Ira with a short growl, relishing in her terrified look. He's confused by her relief, though, and glances over his shoulder. Maybe this Peter guy is behind him? He's even more confused when he doesn't see anyone, but brushes it off and starts to move towards Ira again, even slower this time.

"You..."

Her voice is quiet as tears start to fall down her face before she can stop them.

"Peter, please... It- it has to b- be you."

Ira shifts her weight back but can't bring herself to run again despite her instincts screaming at her to do so. She wasn't going to let him leave her again. Not like this.

Peter furrows his eyebrows at her response and her tears.

"I- I'm not Peter. I don't know you."

He feels a strange pull towards her, an instinct to wrap his arms around her until her tears stop falling, and he doesn't understand it, nor does he act on it. Instead, he inches towards her until they're about a foot apart, and lets out a low growl.

"You're supposed to run."

"You are... an- and you do know me. Don't d- do this, Peter."

Ira practically pleads with him, drawing in a shaky breath. She can't tear her eyes off of him, even as her vision blurs from tears.

"Not until you re- remember yourself... because the P- Peter I know would never hu- hurt me."

She stands her ground despite her face wavering and betraying her confidence. Ira was beginning to peice things together and it only made her feel worse.

Peter's eyebrows furrow together, and he makes a small sound of disappointment. His game isn't going to resume, it seems.

"There's nothing for me to remember. There was nothing important before HYDRA."

A choked sob escaped her throat at that.

"N- No... Don't say that! Please... Peter you have to remember m- me. Ira. I'm... your- your-" Sister. "-Friend."

Ira's breathing hitches for a moment as she desperately grasps for a way to help him. Her hand absentmindedly lifts towards Peter, a subconscious need to comfort him.

"Your friends, f- family... everything important was before they- they-" She can't even finish that sentence, the words choking themselves. "You were nice and- and gentle and p- patient and..." She lets out a sharp exhale. "Even wh- when I didn't know how to be... a- anything. A person. Peter... Don't- Don't let Hydra take th- that away from you. Please... I can't lose you."

Peter flinches when Ira raises her hand, as if he expects her to hit him. He doesn't back up, though, only staring at her extended hand.

"I'm not Peter. My designation is Паук, and Паук does not have friends. Паук does not have anything. I do not deserve anything. I am not any of those things. I am only a tool, a weapon for HYDRA to reach its goals." It sounds scripted, like he's been forced to recite it over and over, but underneath that tone is... confusion, maybe? It's not quite that, or recognition, or much of anything, really.

"There's nothing for you to lose."

"S- sorry..."

Ira freezes at his reaction, but doesn't pull her hand back. She shifts uncomfortably as Peter parrots Hydra's words, something unsavory churning in her stomach.

"Stop! Whatever th- they call you, you're still m- my Peter."

Ira suddenly yells, power thrumming through her and causing her eyes to glow brighter. She takes a very cautious step forwards, drawing in a shuttering breath as she lowers her voice.

"You have friends, I'm your f- friend. An- and you have a family... Peter, they miss you s- so much- I miss you so much. You have to r- remember them... Stark, Katie, Barnes, Romanoff-" Ira trails off, staring at Peter with pleading, wet eyes. "Don't- don't do this to me. You were- were one of the first people I trusted after I- ...Peter, you're so much more than th- they made you think." A sharp exhale leaves her mouth. "I have everything to lose without you."

Peter flinches again, but doesn't step backwards. Each name seems to thrum something in him, something deep, and it's making it hard for him to think.

"You stop! I- I shouldn't recognize those names! I shouldn't recognize you!"

"But you do."

She takes one more step, now face to face with Peter.

"Remember when w- we first met? I snuck out of my- my room, I hadn't really left it be- before then. And I didn't think anyone would notice... but th- there you were, sitting in the dark eating a- a sandwich. And when you saw me, you- you didn't yell, just talked to me? You didn't push or- or judge me. You simply heated s- something up like- like I was meant to be there." She smiles a little despite her body still shaking with tears. "When the nightmares came, you w- were there too... you've always been th- there."

Ira hesitantly places her hand on his arm, watching his reaction incredibly carefully.

"Come home. The team can help you be... you again. I don't know what Hydra did to you, but I know you can fight it."

"I- I do," Peter confirms hesitantly.

He watches as Ira approaches, but flinches when she puts her hand on his arm. His other arm flays out, and he hits her square in the chest with heavy force.

"No, no, I'm not supposed to remember that stuff! I'm- I'm not him, I'm not him, I'm not anyone!"

He's freaking out now, his chest heaving as he stares at her with wild eyes.

Ira stumbles backwards at the force, inwardly chiding herself for pushing too soon. She winces, pain blooming through her chest where he hit her. It's definetly going to bruise.

"Hey, hey it's okay. It's going to b- be okay. You are someone, you just- just need to see it. You're Peter. Somewhere deep d- down you know that. "

She notices his panic, trying to smooth things over as soon as possible. Ira raises her hands in a placating manner, but her claws remain out and prepped.

"I won't touch you again, a- alright? I promise. I'll stay right here and you can just- take a deep breath. Please?"

Peter continues to stare at her, looking like a cornered animal on the verge of bolting. If Ira moved, he probably would.

"I'm not supposed to know that! All I'm supposed to be is a stupid asset!" He half-spits the word, as if disgusted by it even in his brainwashed state.

Even if he doesn't mean to, his breaths seem to slow a tiny bit at her request. It's clearly not conscious.

Ira stays true to her words, moving only to slowly cover her chest with a shaky arm. She recoils at his words.

"You're not a- a..." Ira can't bring herself to say it. "Peter, I know you don't believe that. I don't care if you think y- you aren't supposed to because they- they're wrong. Come home with me, please... w- we can fix this. Hydra can't hurt you there-"

She quiets, muttering this last line to herself.

"That's what you promised me, right?"

Peter tracks the movement of her arm with his gaze, as if she could strike at any moment.

"I'd never go with you. There is comfort in compliance. Less pain."

He tilts his head to one side a little at her last words. It's a remnant of his old self that HYDRA couldn't truly erase, like the shapes of people he sees in his better dreams.

"...I didn't promise you anything."

"But there's no pain back home. P- Peter, I'm not going to hurt you. No one's g- going to hurt you anymore if you just-"

Ira basically gives up mid sentence, looking at Peter with an expression that can only be described as pathetic.

"I know- I know... you don't remember."

She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting down with a defeated sigh. Ira didn't care that it left her exposed anymore. She just missed her brother.

"I don't know what to do, Peter... I'm not strong li- like you. I'm not smart enough to b- bring you back. I'm not some hero who can do this. You just have to remember me... remember that th- this isn't you. Remember everything we had before. Peter- I can't lose you. It's selfish, I know... but I- I just can't."

Peter furrows his eyebrows a little bit at her words. "...no pain?"

He crouches on the concrete, then kneels. He blinks a few times, then shakes his head.

"I'm- I'm not supposed to be brought back."

"No, no pain. It's... nice, safe. People care. Your f- family cares." Names seemed to spark something, right? "Your dad, Tony, is there. And Katie, your sister. And Barnes and Romanoff and Har... Harley? And me, Ira."

Ira perks up slightly as he moves, having to hold herself back from leaping forwards to hug him. She instead lets out a sharp exhale at his words.

"So what? I know it doesn't seem like it n- now... but they don't own you. They can't. And th- they also can't follow if you come with me. The team can protect you f- from Hydra. Can fix whatever they did to you... t- they have to."

"Tony... Harley..." Peter mutters the names softly. They don't feel foreign in his mouth. They feel familiar, safe. He looks up at Ira's face, as if trying to figure out how he should know her. "Ira..."

"They... They can't?"

"Yes! Ira!"

She responds a little too enthusiastically, before quickly reeling herself back in.

"They can't. Well- I can't fully promise anything, b- but they've kept me safe... a- and they'll do the same for you. You're family, Peter."

Ira very gently lifts a hand for Peter to take, keeping her movements slow and obvious, having learned from earlier.

"So please... come home."

Peter flinches at Ira's enthusiasm, but stares at her hand as she lifts it. He doesn't take it, but he's clearly considering it.

"...I won't be HYDRA's anymore? I'll be yours instead?"

"No!"

Ira quickly pulls her hand back in surprise.

"No, you'll just be yourself. Without HYDRA. Without anyone telling you what to do or be." She pauses, offering him a small smile. "You can just be Peter again."

Peter flinches again, quickly stepping back when Ira pulls her hand away.

"Just be Peter again...?"

He begins to fidget with his hands before realizing what he's doing and putting them back at his sides.

"...I don't know how to do that."

She imeditaly feels bad seeing his reaction, and it's clearly displayed on her face.

"That's fine... I can help you, alright? We can figure that out together." Ira's eyes trail down a little. "...Even if it means things are different."

Peter blinks at her, trying to keep his face neutral and stay put even though he really doesn't want to.

"...We can? I- I don't want to listen to them," he admits quietly. "I don't want to hurt people."

"A-And you don't have to. No one will force you to hurt anyone ever again."

She very carefully stands back up, watching Peter's movements in case he startles.

"Not if y- you come with me, okay?"

Peter closely watches her stand up, but doesn't startle this time.

"...Okay. Then... Then can I come with you?"

His tone is tinted with fear, but also hope. He doesn't know a lot, but he knows he doesn't like being controlled, doesn't like what they're controlling him to do.

#open marvel roleplay #peter stark #marvel roleplay #peter parker roleplay #marvel rp #mcu roleplay #open marvel rp #marvel open starter #open marvel starter #definitely not ira

"Yes... yes, of course. Please."

She offers her hand once more, a soft smile crossing her face.

"Let's go home, Peter."

Open Marvel RP!

//tw violence, co-dependency, Hydra stuff, references of abuse, possible minor SH

"A Hidden Weapon (Hydra AU)"

"Wer bist du? Who are you?"

She growls out, watching Peter's movements carefully in case he moves to attack. There's absolutely no way this red and blue... thing was an agent.

"Uhhh... Spider-Man."

Peter says it slowly as he stares at Ira's clawed hand, standing very still. He makes no move to attack her.

"I'm here to get you outta here."

"You're not an agent. Who are you?"

She speaks with a sort of bitterness, words gaining a harsher edge as she continues to scrutinize him. Ira stiffens when he continues, her fox tail flicking sharply behind her.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I already said who I am, I'm Spider-Man," Peter repeats. "I'm the kind of guy that breaks into HYDRA buildings to get people out."

He gestures around the room, which he finds really weird seeing as he's only seen cells in HYDRA places.

"And this is a HYDRA building, and you're people, so yeah, you're going somewhere."

Ira stares at Peter for a moment before something darkens in her gaze. She didn't know who a Spider-Man was, but clearly he didn't belong here.

"Threat..."

She mutters quietly, muscles tensing up as she falls into her training. Before Peter can finish his sentence, Ira is beside him, swiping at his chest with an animalistic growl.

"No I'm not."

"Nope, not a threat."

Peter instinctually backs up, which causes his chest to only be grazed by Ira's claws. His suit tears a little bit, and he hisses as a small amount of blood drips out.

"Okay, we're resisting. Got it."

"You shouldn't be here."

Ira's eyes flicker towards the blood and something akin to satisfaction crosses her face. Without giving him any time to recover, she aims for his chest once more.

Peter cries out despite himself, one hand coming to blood that is now coming out a lot more thoroughly.

"I tend to be in places I shouldn't be in a lot. It's a problem I have, actually."

He kicks a leg out, aiming to sweep Ira off her feet.

Ira easily evades his foot, but it forces her to step back and give Peter some room to breathe. Her own breathing has since picked up, making her seem closer to a wild animal than a teen.

"Disobedience gets you killed."

Her words are stale, as if they're just her repeating something she was told.

Peter shrugs, webbing over his injury to help seal it.

"Well, it's kinda my thing."

He just stands there for a moment. He doesn't want to attack her, but that could be the only way to get her out of here.

Ira watches the webbing, a flicker of confusion and almost curiosity crossing her eyes before she quickly schools it back to a dull, empty look.

"You shouldn't. It upsets handlers."

Ira holds no such reservations, and immediately leaps back into her previous attacks. She claws at his torso once more, this time aiming slightly lower towards his gut.

"I don't have handlers."

Peter hisses as her claws drag through his gut. It's an instinctual reaction for him to aim a punch for her head with his right hand while he presses at the wound with his left.

Ira's arm shoots up to minimize the hit, but she's still left stumbling to the side. She turns to look directly into Peter's eyes, her deep growl getting louder.

Peter tenses slightly, but doesn't back down. He takes a couple steps closer to Ira, guarding his chest with one arm and using his opposite wrist to try to web her.

She watches his movement carefully, quickly kicking at his hand as he moves to web her. Ira takes the smallest moment to glance at the webbing as it hits the wall behind her.

"What is that?" She snaps as she aims another claw strike at him.

Peter huffs slightly when she kicks his hand. He swiftly moves to the side, though Ira's claws connect with his arm, causing him to hiss as blood leaks from his bicep.

"My webs," he answers, quickly sealing his arm with the white strands before launching himself at Ira.

#marvel rp #open marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #mcu oc #marvel open rp #open marvel rp #marvel roleplay

Ira backs up as he throws himself at her, lifting her arms to protect her face and chest. She aims a kick at his legs in an attempt to throw him off balance and maintain distance.

Open Marvel RP!

//tw violence, co-dependency, Hydra stuff, references of abuse, possible minor SH

"A Hidden Weapon (Hydra AU)"

Valerie had heard about her, and she's known that she would have been like her. Trained. Trapped. So she'd hunted her down, knowing she probably needed rescuing...

"Hello?" She calls quietly, prying the door open.

"Frau..."

Is what she settles on... it's short, safe.

Valerie shakes her head instantly. "No. No titles." It was uncomfortable, even after years of freedom, to be referred to in such ways. "You need to come with me," she instructs.

"Affirmative. Tut es mir leid."

Ira looks down reflexively, shoulders caving in placatingly.

"W- wie soll ich Sie nennen?"

She hesitates for a brief moment before carefully walking to Valerie. It was a command. She knew how to follow those.

"Mission?"

Valerie replies to the question in German also. "Du kannst mich Valerie nennen. Deine Mission…" She trails off. She hadn't really thought this far ahead. "Mission is just to follow me."

She starts heading back the same way that she came.

"Do I protect you?"

Ira questions in German, perking up slightly and scanning their surroundings. This may not be her usual assignment, but she could complete it nonetheless.

"Ira, dear. Where do you think you're going?"

A man calls out from behind them in German, causing Ira to freeze in place. There's a faux sweetness in his words that only makes her more uneasy.

Valerie considers. "...sure." She didn't need the protection, but if it gave Ira something to do she could work with it. She turns to the man, automatically raising a gun.

The man glowers at Val, his hand slipping down to his side where his own firearm rests.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my asset?"

"Herr Schüler." She quietly addresses him. "Mission to follow and protect."

"Liberating her." Valerie snarls the words at the man. She pulls put her own gun and aims it at Schuler, not caring if she has to kill him. "I would suggest not getting in my way," she adds coldly.

"Mmm... and does she know what you're attempting to do?"

"I would suggest not trying something like this again. I don't look kindly to those who take what's mine."

"Of course she does," Valerie replies cheerily. She looks at Ira and jerks her head to signal that she should come stand behind her instead. "Good thing she isn't yours, then."

Ira takes a single step towards her before looking back at Herr Schüler and freezing. She timidly responds, her shoulders caving in just slightly in case Valerie got upset.

"I... I am his. He's my handler."

A grin crosses Herr Schüler's face at Ira's hesitation.

"You heard her. She is and doesn't want to leave. So I would recommend identifying yourself while I'm still in a forgiving mood."

#marvel rp #open marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #mcu oc #marvel open rp #open marvel rp #marvel roleplay #definitely not ira

There's a flicker of trust, maybe hope, in Ira's eyes before it's quickly dampened down. She's not a traitor- she's not-

"No- no I do... I have to. I-"

When Schüler snaps his fingers, Ira reflexively scrambles towards him. She flinches just slightly as he wraps his arm around her, but she leans into him regardless.

"An asset? How strange..." His face shifts to sick interest. "And your handler is aware you've taken to... what did you call it? 'Liberating' others?"

Open Marvel RP!

//tw panic attack, mental health, possible implied abuse, PTSD

"Bad Days"

Some days are worse than others.

Everything's normal at the Compound. People chat in the other room, the TV plays nearby, and Ira is sitting on a kitchen stool, a book open on the counter.

She thought she was fine now that she was far away from the people who hurt her... But when someone accidentally drops a glass, Ira is sent into an unexpected blind panic. The Compound immediately seems to shift into the cold, white walls from her past. Before anyone can fully react, she's bolting out of the room.

The teen barely makes it to the hallway before collapsing into the wall, arms soon wrapped tightly around her legs.

Katie's not sure what truly happened right now. She had accidentally dropped a glass and then Ira had just bolted. She knew Ira still struggled a lot and she hated that she added onto it, so Katie rushed after her and her heart broke at the sight in front of her.

"Ira, I'm so sorry, it's ok, you're ok, you're safe." Katie says softly as she walks towards Ira making sure not to get too close, as to make her panic more.

"B- Bitte nicht! Tut es mir leid-"

Ira's usually weak German accent grows thicker as she speaks. She pulls her knees in close as Katie comes near, frantically shaking her head. Ira makes no move to acknowledge Katie, seemingly lost in her mind.

"Ira, it's ok. You're at the avengers compound. You're safe. You're not there. You're safe." Katie whispers in a soft voice as she crouches down in front of Ira.

"Nein... nein, Herr-"

Ira's voice becomes louder and a little more frantic. She lifts her head, eyes glossy and unfocused. Ira takes a brief second to register that there's someone infront of her, but there's no recognition in her gaze.

"N- nicht sicher... not safe."

Ira doesn't linger on Katie for long, her eyes soon flitting around the hallway nervously. The woman before her couldn't be Herr Schüler but he was right there a moment ago... right?

“It is safe. I’m Katie. You’re not there, you’re at the avengers compound. You are safe, no one is going to hurt you.”

"Y- You're... You-"

Ira pauses, the name sparking familiarity. The two hadn't talked much, but she knew Katie was Peter's sister and if he trusted her, Ira could as well. Her arm lifts subconsciously towards Katie, as if testing if she was real.

"How... But- n-no he's- he's here, I saw him-"

Katie immediately wraps her arms around Ira, hoping to ground her a bit. “He’s not here. He will never be here, you’re safe. It was just your brain being an ass…alright? I’m so sorry for triggering you, but I promise you’re safe.”

Ira tries to pull away, a startled yelp leaving her as Katie embraces her. She's far too panicked right now.

"Don't! ...P- please-"

Katie immediately backs away.

"I'm sorry, omg I'm so sorry! I won't touch, no one will touch you I promise. That was my fault I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry." Katie tries to stay calm even though she hated the fact she put Ira through this.

Ira watches Katie carefully, having a mixture of confusion and relief that she backed off and apologized.

"... your fault?"

She mutters quietly, still not quite piecing together everything that's happening. Only that Katie was there and she did feel safe.

"Yep my fault, I shouldn't have touch you without asking. But I promise I won't do that again. You're safe." Katie nods trying to give Ira a small smile to comfort her.

"Safe... it's- it's safe."

Ira glances around again, slowly noticing that she wasn't back in the facility. She relaxes at that realization, but that look is quickly replaced with confusion.

"W- Where-"

“You’re at the avengers compound. You’re not back there I promise. No one will hurt you here.”

"No it- it was so... real."

Ira shakes her head, looking anywhere but at Katie as she tries to tether herself back into reality.

"I know, I know it feels real. But It wasn't. You're not there. You are never going to be back there. There are people who care about you and want you safe. I care about you Ira. I promise I will never hurt you, and I promise I will try my best that no else hurts you either." Katie tries to keep her voice and soft and comforting as possible, she hated seeing Ira like this.

Ira stares at Katie for a long moment after she finishes talking. She's not used to... this. It's nice. Maybe too nice.

"I'm- I'm sorry-"

She lets her head fall back into her knees, tightly closing her eyes. Ira mutters to herself, words a little muffled by her legs.

" 's weak..."

“You don’t have to apologize and you’re not weak. This happens to everyone, it’s normal you doing have to apologize for having feelings.”

"N-no... it's not- I'm-"

She fumbles over her words, letting out a long sigh before continuing.

"I'm supposed to be better. I thought I was better-"

“Ira you’re amazing, you don’t need to better. You can just be yourself. You’re allowed to feel things and not be worried about anyone’s reaction. You’re safe.”

Ira sits there for a long while, trembling slightly as she takes in Katie's words. She slowly uncurls, looking in Katie's direction while still avoiding eye contact.

"I just don't want to h- hurt you. Any of you-"

“You won’t. I trust you, all of us trust you. And even if you do, I know it won’t be on purpose.”

"You shouldn't... It's- I'm dangerous."

Ira doesn't move her legs again, but she still seems to pull back into herself.

"I don't- don't know what happened but if I had hurt someone..." She suddenly looks up at Katie, panic crossing her face once more. "I didn't- did I?"

"You didn't. You didn't hurt anyone. Ira everything's ok. No one's hurt. Everything is safe."

"Everything's... safe..."

Ira quietly repeats, as if she'd believe the words more if they came from her own mouth. Still, her eyes have started to return to normal as she reorients herself into the present and begins to piece together the past several minutes.

"...It- It happened again, didn't it?"

“It did, but it’s fine. I’m sorry for triggering you. You fully back with me now?”

"You... what?"

Ira blinks at Katie, her words more confused than accusatory. She lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back against the wall to further ground herself.

"I think?" Ira runs a careful hand down the side of her face before responding in a quiet, tired voice. "Y- yeah."

"I'm glad, do you want some water? Anything?" Katie asks softly.

"I don't... don't know."

She sighs, breathing a little more steady now.

"Water's fine- and a..." Ira hesitates, pulling her hoodie tighter. "-blanket? I-if that's okay..."

“Of course it’s ok, I’ll be right back.” Katie smiles softly as she rushes to grab a blanket.

Ira has since curled back up while Katie was gone, but she looks up when the young adult approaches.

"T- Thank you." She gently takes the blanket before snugly pulling it around her shoulders. "For all of this..."

“Anytime, I care about you Ira, I’ll always be there if you need me.”

"Why..."

Ira mutters almost on instinct, regret imeditaly covering her face when she realizes she said it out loud.

"Sorry- I didn't mean... I just-"

“Hey it’s ok, but you’re my friend Ira, and you’re a great person. I’ll always care about you.”

"Thanks..."

Ira responds after a long moment of sitting with those words. She silently glances over at the floor beside her before looking back at Katie half-expectantly.

"C-could you...?"

She trails off, a little embarrassed to be asking more from Katie even if it's just sitting with her.

“Of course” Katie smiled softly as she sits next to Ira, leaving a little space where she’s not too far and not too close so if Ira wants to reach out she can.

Ira hesitates before slowly shifting so their shoulders touch. She noticeably relaxes as she leans the smallest amount into Katie before gently resting her head on her knees. She was just so tired...

Katie leans into Ira softly, offering her hand if she wants to hold it.

“Hey, I’m here. Always.”

Ira barely notices as she subconsciously accepts the hand, her breathing starting to slow down.

"Mmm..."

She hums in drowsy acknowledgement, steadily leaning further into Katie as sleep starts to fully take hold of her.

#completed rp #closed rp #open marvel rp #open marvel starter #open marvel roleplay #open mcu rp #open mcu starter #open mcu roleplay #marvel rp #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #definitely not ira

Katie relaxes herself, rubbing Ira's hand softly, glad that she was getting some rest.

Open roleplay—Time travel

-----

-------

A tree where a young girl, maybe 7, is hanging upside down on one of its branches. She stares at Peter with confusion, her long curly black hair obscuring her face a little.

"Estás bien?"

The girl pauses, realizing he looked an awful lot like a foreigner. So, she switches to English instead.

"Are you okay?"

Peter stares right back at the girl, blinking several times before he gets his bearings enough to speak.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." He looks down at himself to check that that is in fact true before looking at the girl again. "Where am I?"

"La Selva Maya?"

She lets out an amused giggle, swinging gently.

"You really aren't from here, are you?"

He shakes his head. His face clearly shows how confused he is.

"No, I'm not... I'm not even sure how I got here."

He looks around again before looking at the girl.

"Who're you? Why're you out here by yourself?"

"How do you not know that? Are you a tourist? Tía Yara says they get lost a lot."

The kid pulls herself upright, scrambling down the tree with minimal grace... She still wasn't entirely used to her legs working. Pushing curls out of her face, the girl tilts her head at Peter.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers..."

She purses her lips for a moment, thinking. He doesn't look dangerous.

"I'm just exploring... B- but it's okay! I won't get hurt. I promise I'm really careful!"

"Uh... Not exactly."

He suppresses a chuckle as the girl scrambles down the tree.

"Yeah, you seem really careful. Does your mom know where you are?"

He tilts his head to one side slightly. He feels like this girl looks a little bit familiar...

The kid looks down sheepishly, rocking gently on her heels. She may be young, but something is seriously familiar about her.

"Please don't tell Mamá! She freaks out when I go out alone but I get so bored staying at home all day. And- and I am careful! I'm getting a lot better with my balence."

"Your balance? What's up with your balance?"

He raises an eyebrow, absently rocking on his heels a bit as he tries to work through what's happening right now, all while talking to this random kid.

For once the kid quiets down, her shoulders caving in slightly. It was a... sensitive topic.

"I used to be really sick."

She shrugs, avoiding eye contact with Peter by kicking at the dirt.

"But I'm better now! I can... walk and jump and climb and stuff-"

She really shouldn't be telling a stranger these things, but she was young and maybe a little too trusting.

"Oh..."

"How did I get here?" he mutters, looking up at the tree canopy and then all around.

She perks up a little, looking Peter up and down. He didn't seem physically hurt, but he kept saying weird things.

"You don't look okay. Are you sure you aren't lost?"

The kid pads over to him, gently taking his hand and pulling him in a direction.

"I can bring you to the village? You can call someone there!"

Peter's a little bit surprised when the kid starts to pull him, but he lets her do so.

"Uh, sure, that'd be nice. Thanks, kid."

He looks at her for a moment. She looks... way too familiar.

"What's your name?"

"Ira..." Peter's eyes widen slightly as he comes to some sort of connection. It's the same dark hair, a similar facial structure, to his Ira.

"Nice to meet you, Ira. I'm Peter."

He looks around. Ira's mentioned that she used to play in a rainforest, right?

"Hey, Ira, I know this is an odd question, but... what year is it?"

"Do you get a last name?"

The girl says snarkily, still seemingly stuck on her previous thoughts. She pauses when he asks about the year, thinking for a long moment before responding.

"2007! No... 2008? I don't really know... but it's somewhere around there!"

Ira shrugs, pushing away some foliage to get to an actual path.

"I do, it's... Parker," Peter lies. He doesn't really want to reveal his identity to a random girl in a rainforest, even though he's got a sneaking suspicion that she's...

His eyes widen significantly.

"Somewhere around there? Fuck- I mean, don't repeat that word." He murmurs a number of curses in quick succession as he follows Ira. Time travel. Lovely. And that, right there, might be his Ira.

"Mamá will get mad if she hears you saying that!"

"You're weird, you know that? But it's okay. I don't mind."

The kid remarks with complete sincerity as she continues to pull Peter along. A few residents give Peter strange looks, but they dissipate quickly as Ira flashes them a carefree smile.

"Yeah? I won't say it around her, then."

Peter smiles at Ira a bit crookedly, letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know that. It's the common consensus, actually."

He looks around at the village.

"You live here?"

She leads Peter towards what looks like a collection of homes. An older woman sitting on her porch notices the two of them and waves Ira over.

"¿Chiquita, dónde estuviste?"

The little girl beams as she skips towards the woman, still practically dragging Peter behind her.

"¡Conocí un nuevo amigo, Tía Yara! Lo estoy ayudando porque está muy perdido... y un poco extraño."

The woman shakes her head, smiling before looking up at Peter and addressing him in Spanglish.

"¿Señor, hablas Español, or English?"

Peter blinks a couple times, trying and failing to keep up since he's using his limited Spanish and knowledge of Latin roots to do so.

"Uh... English, ma'am."

He smiles at the woman.

"Hello, I'm Peter."

"It is nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Yara and you already met Ira. She is a lot to handle but I promise she is a good kid."

She speaks with a decently heavy accent, but it doesn't seem to hinder her language.

"Tía Yara."

"Ira told me you were lost. Why don't you come inside and you can use my phone to call someone? I have some Powder Buns cooling if you're hungry."

Yara continues, a soft smile on her lips. Ira's face lights up at the mention of the semi-sweet baked good. Tía Yara always has the best snacks.

"Yeah, she seems like one."

Peter tilts his head to one side.

"Powder buns? Yes, it'd be great if I could use your phone, please. I need to call my dad."

He really hopes that it's 2008, because if it's 2008 his dad would've at least been Iron Man. Sure, none of the alien stuff or the spider bite have happened, but still least that crazy thing has.

"It's... ¿Cómo se dice? Like a... a cookie-scone? I am sure you'll like it if you try it."

"If you want privacy you can go into another room. I'll keep the little one distracted."

Yara picks up a small cellphone from the counter and hands it to Peter.

"If he doesn't like them, can I have his Power Bun?"

Ira pipes up, gently pulling on Yara's clothes. The woman laughs quietly and puts a gentle hand on her back.

Peter smiles at the woman.

"I'm sure they're great, ma'am."

He takes the phone with a thanks. "Uh, yeah, I think I'll go someplace else. Thank you."

He ends the message before walking back into the kitchen. "He didn't pick up." He gives the phone back to Yara.

"Again? Whyyyy?"

Yara ruffles Ira's hair as Peter walks in.

"To keep food on your plate, Chiquita. I'm sure she'll be back before you know it."

Ira grumbles quietly, shoving a Powder Pun in her mouth. Yara looks up at Peter, taking the phone back with a frown. She slides the bowl towards Peter as a consolation.

"Well, you are welcome to stay here until your father calls back."

Peter smiles at Yara gratefully.

"Uh, thank you. I'm sure he'll call back soon. He's just a... busy man." He chuckles softly, and accepts a powder bun before taking a small bite. "This is really good."

"That's because Tía Yara makes the best food!"

Ira loudly announces like it's a well known fact. She's so... different from the soft-spoken Ira that Peter knows.

"I am glad you like them, Peter." Yara smiles, unphased by Ira's outburst.

Peter laughs softly, looking at Ira. He loves how outspoken she is, but it hurts him how Schuler must've affected her to change her so much.

"I can see that, Ira. You're a big talker, aren't you?"

She looks down sheepishly, swallowing the bun she was still eating down hard.

"Mamá says I talk too much. But I think I should be allowed to and Tía Yara doesn't mind so it's okay! ... unless you don't want me to either."

Peter quickly shakes his head.

"No, no, I love it! You're so open... A lot changed, I guess."

"Changed? We just met...

Ira tilts her head in confusion but a sudden thought seems to completely pull her attention away.

"Tía! Can I go play with Peter while he waits for his dad?"

Yara glances over at Peter to silently check if he's okay with it.

"Uh..."

Peter nods quietly when Yara glances at him.

Ira lets out an excited squeal, shooting up from her seat.

"C'mon! I can show you around the Pueblo!"

She takes Peter's hand and pulls him towards the door. Yara sighs and moves to clean up the table after the kid, but doesn't call her out on it.

"I will come find you when he returns the call. And Ira? Don't go wandering too far, please. And you," She looks at Peter, "Keep her out of trouble, okay?"

Peter nods reliably as he lets Ira pull him along.

"I will, don't worry."

He grins at how enthusiastic Ira's being.

Ira proudly leads him out of the house, looking around for something interesting. She starts rambling as she walks.

Peter can't suppress a small laugh when Ira says this.

"Maybe it is adult stuff, then. You're not missing out. Adult stuff is really boring."

"But I miss herrrr!"

Ira pouts a little, pulling on his arm.

"And she's in the city so she's so far away. Do you live in a city? I don't get to go to the city with her. But it's okay! I like the Pueblo."

"Yeah, I get missing moms." Peter chuckles softly, letting her pull him along.

"My mom has to go on long business trips all the time. And yeah, I live in a city called New York."

"She didn't always do it though. Only when I got better..."

She half-mumbles, kicking a pebble before quickly getting excited about this new information.

"Where's that?" She gasps. "Is it really far away? You really don't look like you're from around here so it must be far away."

"Oh?" Peter asks softly. He half-wants to ask more, but restrains himself.

He nods, smiling. "Really far away. It's in the United States, on the east coast. There's a bunch of huge skyscrapers there, and lots of cool stuff like tech and theater."

#peter stark #marvel roleplay #peter parker roleplay #mcu roleplay #open marvel roleplay #marvel rp #open marvel rp #mcu open roleplay #mcu open rp #definitely not ira

"I couldn't really walk and I got sick a lot but now I'm fine so it doesn't matter!" Ira happily answers him, still trotting along like the situation was no big deal.

"Woahhh! I wanna go there!" She pauses, her excitement suddenly waning. "...wait, what's a sky- skyscraper?"

Open Roleplay—Taken By HYDRA AU

Tw: brainwashing, heavy violence, general HYDRA stuff

---------

----------

She suddenly freezes, briefly scanning the area when she swears he hears something moving. Ira tells herself that it was probably just a rat, but something instinctual keeps her on guard.

"Who's there?"

Ira shouts as she snaps around, acutely aware of another presence. She backs up slightly, her eyes flickering teal. Something felt seriously wrong.

Ira shudders at the feeling of being watched. Even if she couldn't see Peter, she could feel his sick gaze. A low growl emits from her throat as the glow strengthens.

"Don't come c- closer!"

She continues backing up, shouting in the general direction she thought the person was.

Peter growls back, silently falling from his place on the wall. He slowly approaches her, and a streetlight throws a glow across him, illuminating the top half of his face.

"Who are you? What d- do you want?"

Ira tries to keep her voice steady, but it wavers and cracks a little.

Peter doesn't answer her at first, instead silently trying to steer her towards the wall.

"Mission," he says simply, gesturing lamely towards her as one arm shoots out to hit her chest.

Each step he takes, Ira does so as well. She's so focused on Peter that she doesn't realize what he's doing.

"Mission? What are you-"

Ira yelps as he attacks, moving to the side at an inhuman speed. The entity activates swiftly, and her fox ears and tail materialize in response.

"I don't w- want to hurt you..."

She murmurs fearfully, looking for an escape as she realizes he's trapped her in the alleyway.

Peter whirls to the side and pounces for her again.

"I will-"

Her arm flies up to block the hit, but she stumbles backwards a little from the force.

"Just go away..."

Peter barely blinks at Ira's claws before throwing himself at her, careful not to touch them. He's basically on autopilot, with his Spidey sense doing most of the heavy lifting.

"Wh- Why are here?"

She cringes silently when her words come out more like a whine than a demand.

"Mission," he says, simply. He rolls to one side before jumping back to his feet and moving to try to unbalance Ira.

"Kill you."

Peter shifts into her space faster than she anticipated, causing Ira to trip. She winces as the cold brick suddenly hits her spine and shoulders.

"What?"

Ira raises her voice, panic clearly spreading across her face.

Something almost happy blossoms within Peter when he hears Ira wince. Pain, panic. Good. It's a better time when they try to fight.

"Kill you," he repeats simply, leaning down over her with his hands on her arms.

natasha-the-widow

Dropping her weight suddenly, Ira sidesteps while twisting her arms out of Peter's grip. She elbows him in the side of the head before turning towards the exit of the alleyway.

"Help! Please.... Help-"

Ira starts screaming as she makes a break for it, trying to ignore how weak she's sounding.

"Stop screaming. Screaming is weak. Hydra will be mad..."

"Then s- stop following me!"

"How do you-"

"I can't. Mission."

"You're fast," he observes out loud.

"You don't have to listen to them!"

If he really was Hydra, she knew that probably wouldn't do much to stop him... but it still felt like the right things to say.

She scoffs quietly at his remark, not giving him more of a response. Of course she was fast, he was trying to kill her.

"Yes, I do!"

The sharp turn doesn't throw Peter off for long, but it definitely creates a slightly wider delay. He shoots a web at an odd angle so that it'll wind up in front of Ira rather than actually hit her.

Ira skids to a stop as the web cuts off her path. She briefly looks at it with confusion before turning around to face her attacker. The only person she's ever seen using that was...

"Peter?"

She lets out a strangled gasp as a car passes by and illuminates Peter's face. It was him. Ira pauses for maybe a moment too long, just staring at Peter with a mixture of relief and terror.

"Who the hell is Peter?"

"You..."

Her voice is quiet as tears start to fall down her face before she can stop them.

"Peter, please... It- it has to b- be you."

Ira shifts her weight back but can't bring herself to run again despite her instincts screaming at her to do so. She wasn't going to let him leave her again. Not like this.

Peter furrows his eyebrows at her response and her tears.

"I- I'm not Peter. I don't know you."

"You're supposed to run."

"You are... an- and you do know me. Don't d- do this, Peter."

Ira practically pleads with him, drawing in a shaky breath. She can't tear her eyes off of him, even as her vision blurs from tears.

"Not until you re- remember yourself... because the P- Peter I know would never hu- hurt me."

She stands her ground despite her face wavering and betraying her confidence. Ira was beginning to peice things together and it only made her feel worse.

Peter's eyebrows furrow together, and he makes a small sound of disappointment. His game isn't going to resume, it seems.

"There's nothing for me to remember. There was nothing important before HYDRA."

A choked sob escaped her throat at that.

"N- No... Don't say that! Please... Peter you have to remember m- me. Ira. I'm... your- your-" Sister. "-Friend."

Ira's breathing hitches for a moment as she desperately grasps for a way to help him. Her hand absentmindedly lifts towards Peter, a subconscious need to comfort him.

Peter flinches when Ira raises her hand, as if he expects her to hit him. He doesn't back up, though, only staring at her extended hand.

"There's nothing for you to lose."

"S- sorry..."

Ira freezes at his reaction, but doesn't pull her hand back. She shifts uncomfortably as Peter parrots Hydra's words, something unsavory churning in her stomach.

"Stop! Whatever th- they call you, you're still m- my Peter."

Ira suddenly yells, power thrumming through her and causing her eyes to glow brighter. She takes a very cautious step forwards, drawing in a shuttering breath as she lowers her voice.

Peter flinches again, but doesn't step backwards. Each name seems to thrum something in him, something deep, and it's making it hard for him to think.

"You stop! I- I shouldn't recognize those names! I shouldn't recognize you!"

"But you do."

She takes one more step, now face to face with Peter.

Ira hesitantly places her hand on his arm, watching his reaction incredibly carefully.

"Come home. The team can help you be... you again. I don't know what Hydra did to you, but I know you can fight it."

"I- I do," Peter confirms hesitantly.

He watches as Ira approaches, but flinches when she puts her hand on his arm. His other arm flays out, and he hits her square in the chest with heavy force.

"No, no, I'm not supposed to remember that stuff! I'm- I'm not him, I'm not him, I'm not anyone!"

He's freaking out now, his chest heaving as he stares at her with wild eyes.

Ira stumbles backwards at the force, inwardly chiding herself for pushing too soon. She winces, pain blooming through her chest where he hit her. It's definetly going to bruise.

"Hey, hey it's okay. It's going to b- be okay. You are someone, you just- just need to see it. You're Peter. Somewhere deep d- down you know that. "

She notices his panic, trying to smooth things over as soon as possible. Ira raises her hands in a placating manner, but her claws remain out and prepped.

"I won't touch you again, a- alright? I promise. I'll stay right here and you can just- take a deep breath. Please?"

Peter continues to stare at her, looking like a cornered animal on the verge of bolting. If Ira moved, he probably would.

"I'm not supposed to know that! All I'm supposed to be is a stupid asset!" He half-spits the word, as if disgusted by it even in his brainwashed state.

Even if he doesn't mean to, his breaths seem to slow a tiny bit at her request. It's clearly not conscious.

Ira stays true to her words, moving only to slowly cover her chest with a shaky arm. She recoils at his words.

She quiets, muttering this last line to herself.

"That's what you promised me, right?"

Peter tracks the movement of her arm with his gaze, as if she could strike at any moment.

"I'd never go with you. There is comfort in compliance. Less pain."

He tilts his head to one side a little at her last words. It's a remnant of his old self that HYDRA couldn't truly erase, like the shapes of people he sees in his better dreams.

"...I didn't promise you anything."

"But there's no pain back home. P- Peter, I'm not going to hurt you. No one's g- going to hurt you anymore if you just-"

Ira basically gives up mid sentence, looking at Peter with an expression that can only be described as pathetic.

"I know- I know... you don't remember."

She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting down with a defeated sigh. Ira didn't care that it left her exposed anymore. She just missed her brother.

Peter furrows his eyebrows a little bit at her words. "...no pain?"

He crouches on the concrete, then kneels. He blinks a few times, then shakes his head.

"I'm- I'm not supposed to be brought back."

Ira perks up slightly as he moves, having to hold herself back from leaping forwards to hug him. She instead lets out a sharp exhale at his words.

"They... They can't?"

"Yes! Ira!"

She responds a little too enthusiastically, before quickly reeling herself back in.

"They can't. Well- I can't fully promise anything, b- but they've kept me safe... a- and they'll do the same for you. You're family, Peter."

Ira very gently lifts a hand for Peter to take, keeping her movements slow and obvious, having learned from earlier.

"So please... come home."

Peter flinches at Ira's enthusiasm, but stares at her hand as she lifts it. He doesn't take it, but he's clearly considering it.

"...I won't be HYDRA's anymore? I'll be yours instead?"

"No!"

Ira quickly pulls her hand back in surprise.

"No, you'll just be yourself. Without HYDRA. Without anyone telling you what to do or be." She pauses, offering him a small smile. "You can just be Peter again."

Peter flinches again, quickly stepping back when Ira pulls her hand away.

"Just be Peter again...?"

He begins to fidget with his hands before realizing what he's doing and putting them back at his sides.

"...I don't know how to do that."

She imeditaly feels bad seeing his reaction, and it's clearly displayed on her face.

"That's fine... I can help you, alright? We can figure that out together." Ira's eyes trail down a little. "...Even if it means things are different."

Peter blinks at her, trying to keep his face neutral and stay put even though he really doesn't want to.

"...We can? I- I don't want to listen to them," he admits quietly. "I don't want to hurt people."

#open marvel roleplay #peter stark #marvel roleplay #peter parker roleplay #marvel rp #mcu roleplay #open marvel rp #definitely not ira #marvel open starter #open marvel starter

"A-And you don't have to. No one will force you to hurt anyone ever again."

She very carefully stands back up, watching Peter's movements in case he startles.

"Not if y- you come with me, okay?"

Open Marvel RP!

//tw panic attack, mental health, possible implied abuse, PTSD

"Bad Days"

Some days are worse than others.

Everything's normal at the Compound. People chat in the other room, the TV plays nearby, and Ira is sitting on a kitchen stool, a book open on the counter.

The teen barely makes it to the hallway before collapsing into the wall, arms soon wrapped tightly around her legs.

"Ira, I'm so sorry, it's ok, you're ok, you're safe." Katie says softly as she walks towards Ira making sure not to get too close, as to make her panic more.

"B- Bitte nicht! Tut es mir leid-"

"Ira, it's ok. You're at the avengers compound. You're safe. You're not there. You're safe." Katie whispers in a soft voice as she crouches down in front of Ira.

"Nein... nein, Herr-"

"N- nicht sicher... not safe."

Ira doesn't linger on Katie for long, her eyes soon flitting around the hallway nervously. The woman before her couldn't be Herr Schüler but he was right there a moment ago... right?

“It is safe. I’m Katie. You’re not there, you’re at the avengers compound. You are safe, no one is going to hurt you.”

"Y- You're... You-"

"How... But- n-no he's- he's here, I saw him-"

Ira tries to pull away, a startled yelp leaving her as Katie embraces her. She's far too panicked right now.

"Don't! ...P- please-"

Katie immediately backs away.

Ira watches Katie carefully, having a mixture of confusion and relief that she backed off and apologized.

"... your fault?"

She mutters quietly, still not quite piecing together everything that's happening. Only that Katie was there and she did feel safe.

"Yep my fault, I shouldn't have touch you without asking. But I promise I won't do that again. You're safe." Katie nods trying to give Ira a small smile to comfort her.

"Safe... it's- it's safe."

Ira glances around again, slowly noticing that she wasn't back in the facility. She relaxes at that realization, but that look is quickly replaced with confusion.

"W- Where-"

“You’re at the avengers compound. You’re not back there I promise. No one will hurt you here.”

"No it- it was so... real."

Ira shakes her head, looking anywhere but at Katie as she tries to tether herself back into reality.

Ira stares at Katie for a long moment after she finishes talking. She's not used to... this. It's nice. Maybe too nice.

"I'm- I'm sorry-"

She lets her head fall back into her knees, tightly closing her eyes. Ira mutters to herself, words a little muffled by her legs.

" 's weak..."

“You don’t have to apologize and you’re not weak. This happens to everyone, it’s normal you doing have to apologize for having feelings.”

"N-no... it's not- I'm-"

She fumbles over her words, letting out a long sigh before continuing.

"I'm supposed to be better. I thought I was better-"

“Ira you’re amazing, you don’t need to better. You can just be yourself. You’re allowed to feel things and not be worried about anyone’s reaction. You’re safe.”

Ira sits there for a long while, trembling slightly as she takes in Katie's words. She slowly uncurls, looking in Katie's direction while still avoiding eye contact.

"I just don't want to h- hurt you. Any of you-"

“You won’t. I trust you, all of us trust you. And even if you do, I know it won’t be on purpose.”

"You shouldn't... It's- I'm dangerous."

Ira doesn't move her legs again, but she still seems to pull back into herself.

"I don't- don't know what happened but if I had hurt someone..." She suddenly looks up at Katie, panic crossing her face once more. "I didn't- did I?"

"You didn't. You didn't hurt anyone. Ira everything's ok. No one's hurt. Everything is safe."

"Everything's... safe..."

"...It- It happened again, didn't it?"

“It did, but it’s fine. I’m sorry for triggering you. You fully back with me now?”

"You... what?"

Ira blinks at Katie, her words more confused than accusatory. She lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back against the wall to further ground herself.

"I think?" Ira runs a careful hand down the side of her face before responding in a quiet, tired voice. "Y- yeah."

"I'm glad, do you want some water? Anything?" Katie asks softly.

"I don't... don't know."

She sighs, breathing a little more steady now.

"Water's fine- and a..." Ira hesitates, pulling her hoodie tighter. "-blanket? I-if that's okay..."

“Of course it’s ok, I’ll be right back.” Katie smiles softly as she rushes to grab a blanket.

Ira has since curled back up while Katie was gone, but she looks up when the young adult approaches.

"T- Thank you." She gently takes the blanket before snugly pulling it around her shoulders. "For all of this..."

“Anytime, I care about you Ira, I’ll always be there if you need me.”

"Why..."

Ira mutters almost on instinct, regret imeditaly covering her face when she realizes she said it out loud.

"Sorry- I didn't mean... I just-"

“Hey it’s ok, but you’re my friend Ira, and you’re a great person. I’ll always care about you.”

"Thanks..."

Ira responds after a long moment of sitting with those words. She silently glances over at the floor beside her before looking back at Katie half-expectantly.

"C-could you...?"

She trails off, a little embarrassed to be asking more from Katie even if it's just sitting with her.

“Of course” Katie smiled softly as she sits next to Ira, leaving a little space where she’s not too far and not too close so if Ira wants to reach out she can.

Ira hesitates before slowly shifting so their shoulders touch. She noticeably relaxes as she leans the smallest amount into Katie before gently resting her head on her knees. She was just so tired...

Katie leans into Ira softly, offering her hand if she wants to hold it.

“Hey, I’m here. Always.”

#open marvel rp #open marvel starter #open marvel roleplay #open mcu rp #open mcu starter #open mcu roleplay #marvel rp #marvel oc #definitely not ira

Ira barely notices as she subconsciously accepts the hand, her breathing starting to slow down.

"Mmm..."

She hums in drowsy acknowledgement, steadily leaning further into Katie as sleep starts to fully take hold of her.

Open Marvel RP!

//tw violence, co-dependency, Hydra stuff, references of abuse, possible minor SH

"A Hidden Weapon (Hydra AU)"

"Wer bist du? Who are you?"

She growls out, watching Peter's movements carefully in case he moves to attack. There's absolutely no way this red and blue... thing was an agent.

"Uhhh... Spider-Man."

Peter says it slowly as he stares at Ira's clawed hand, standing very still. He makes no move to attack her.

"I'm here to get you outta here."

"You're not an agent. Who are you?"

She speaks with a sort of bitterness, words gaining a harsher edge as she continues to scrutinize him. Ira stiffens when he continues, her fox tail flicking sharply behind her.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I already said who I am, I'm Spider-Man," Peter repeats. "I'm the kind of guy that breaks into HYDRA buildings to get people out."

He gestures around the room, which he finds really weird seeing as he's only seen cells in HYDRA places.

"And this is a HYDRA building, and you're people, so yeah, you're going somewhere."

Ira stares at Peter for a moment before something darkens in her gaze. She didn't know who a Spider-Man was, but clearly he didn't belong here.

"Threat..."

She mutters quietly, muscles tensing up as she falls into her training. Before Peter can finish his sentence, Ira is beside him, swiping at his chest with an animalistic growl.

"No I'm not."

"Nope, not a threat."

Peter instinctually backs up, which causes his chest to only be grazed by Ira's claws. His suit tears a little bit, and he hisses as a small amount of blood drips out.

"Okay, we're resisting. Got it."

"You shouldn't be here."

Ira's eyes flicker towards the blood and something akin to satisfaction crosses her face. Without giving him any time to recover, she aims for his chest once more.

Peter cries out despite himself, one hand coming to blood that is now coming out a lot more thoroughly.

"I tend to be in places I shouldn't be in a lot. It's a problem I have, actually."

He kicks a leg out, aiming to sweep Ira off her feet.

Ira easily evades his foot, but it forces her to step back and give Peter some room to breathe. Her own breathing has since picked up, making her seem closer to a wild animal than a teen.

"Disobedience gets you killed."

Her words are stale, as if they're just her repeating something she was told.

Peter shrugs, webbing over his injury to help seal it.

"Well, it's kinda my thing."

He just stands there for a moment. He doesn't want to attack her, but that could be the only way to get her out of here.

Ira watches the webbing, a flicker of confusion and almost curiosity crossing her eyes before she quickly schools it back to a dull, empty look.

"You shouldn't. It upsets handlers."

Ira holds no such reservations, and immediately leaps back into her previous attacks. She claws at his torso once more, this time aiming slightly lower towards his gut.

"I don't have handlers."

Peter hisses as her claws drag through his gut. It's an instinctual reaction for him to aim a punch for her head with his right hand while he presses at the wound with his left.

Ira's arm shoots up to minimize the hit, but she's still left stumbling to the side. She turns to look directly into Peter's eyes, her deep growl getting louder.

Peter tenses slightly, but doesn't back down. He takes a couple steps closer to Ira, guarding his chest with one arm and using his opposite wrist to try to web her.

#marvel rp #open marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #mcu oc #marvel open rp #open marvel rp #marvel roleplay #hydra au #definitely not ira

She watches his movement carefully, quickly kicking at his hand as he moves to web her. Ira takes the smallest moment to glance at the webbing as it hits the wall behind her.

"What is that?" She snaps as she aims another claw strike at him.

Open Marvel RP!

//tw violence, co-dependency, Hydra stuff, references of abuse, possible minor SH

"A Hidden Weapon (Hydra AU)"

Valerie had heard about her, and she's known that she would have been like her. Trained. Trapped. So she'd hunted her down, knowing she probably needed rescuing...

"Hello?" She calls quietly, prying the door open.

"Frau..."

Is what she settles on... it's short, safe.

Valerie shakes her head instantly. "No. No titles." It was uncomfortable, even after years of freedom, to be referred to in such ways. "You need to come with me," she instructs.

"Affirmative. Tut es mir leid."

Ira looks down reflexively, shoulders caving in placatingly.

"W- wie soll ich Sie nennen?"

She hesitates for a brief moment before carefully walking to Valerie. It was a command. She knew how to follow those.

"Mission?"

Valerie replies to the question in German also. "Du kannst mich Valerie nennen. Deine Mission…" She trails off. She hadn't really thought this far ahead. "Mission is just to follow me."

She starts heading back the same way that she came.

"Do I protect you?"

Ira questions in German, perking up slightly and scanning their surroundings. This may not be her usual assignment, but she could complete it nonetheless.

"Ira, dear. Where do you think you're going?"

A man calls out from behind them in German, causing Ira to freeze in place. There's a faux sweetness in his words that only makes her more uneasy.

Valerie considers. "...sure." She didn't need the protection, but if it gave Ira something to do she could work with it. She turns to the man, automatically raising a gun.

The man glowers at Val, his hand slipping down to his side where his own firearm rests.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my asset?"

"Herr Schüler." She quietly addresses him. "Mission to follow and protect."

"Liberating her." Valerie snarls the words at the man. She pulls put her own gun and aims it at Schuler, not caring if she has to kill him. "I would suggest not getting in my way," she adds coldly.

"Mmm... and does she know what you're attempting to do?"

"I would suggest not trying something like this again. I don't look kindly to those who take what's mine."

"Of course she does," Valerie replies cheerily. She looks at Ira and jerks her head to signal that she should come stand behind her instead. "Good thing she isn't yours, then."

#marvel rp #open marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #mcu oc #marvel open rp #open marvel rp #marvel roleplay #definitely not ira #Hydra au

Ira takes a single step towards her before looking back at Herr Schüler and freezing. She timidly responds, her shoulders caving in just slightly in case Valerie got upset.

"I... I am his. He's my handler."

A grin crosses Herr Schüler's face at Ira's hesitation.

"You heard her. She is and doesn't want to leave. So I would recommend identifying yourself while I'm still in a forgiving mood."

Open Marvel RP!

//tw panic attack, mental health, possible implied abuse, PTSD

"Bad Days"

Some days are worse than others.

Everything's normal at the Compound. People chat in the other room, the TV plays nearby, and Ira is sitting on a kitchen stool, a book open on the counter.

The teen barely makes it to the hallway before collapsing into the wall, arms soon wrapped tightly around her legs.

"Ira, I'm so sorry, it's ok, you're ok, you're safe." Katie says softly as she walks towards Ira making sure not to get too close, as to make her panic more.

"B- Bitte nicht! Tut es mir leid-"

"Ira, it's ok. You're at the avengers compound. You're safe. You're not there. You're safe." Katie whispers in a soft voice as she crouches down in front of Ira.

"Nein... nein, Herr-"

"N- nicht sicher... not safe."

Ira doesn't linger on Katie for long, her eyes soon flitting around the hallway nervously. The woman before her couldn't be Herr Schüler but he was right there a moment ago... right?

“It is safe. I’m Katie. You’re not there, you’re at the avengers compound. You are safe, no one is going to hurt you.”

"Y- You're... You-"

"How... But- n-no he's- he's here, I saw him-"

Ira tries to pull away, a startled yelp leaving her as Katie embraces her. She's far too panicked right now.

"Don't! ...P- please-"

Katie immediately backs away.

Ira watches Katie carefully, having a mixture of confusion and relief that she backed off and apologized.

"... your fault?"

She mutters quietly, still not quite piecing together everything that's happening. Only that Katie was there and she did feel safe.

"Yep my fault, I shouldn't have touch you without asking. But I promise I won't do that again. You're safe." Katie nods trying to give Ira a small smile to comfort her.

"Safe... it's- it's safe."

Ira glances around again, slowly noticing that she wasn't back in the facility. She relaxes at that realization, but that look is quickly replaced with confusion.

"W- Where-"

“You’re at the avengers compound. You’re not back there I promise. No one will hurt you here.”

"No it- it was so... real."

Ira shakes her head, looking anywhere but at Katie as she tries to tether herself back into reality.

Ira stares at Katie for a long moment after she finishes talking. She's not used to... this. It's nice. Maybe too nice.

"I'm- I'm sorry-"

She lets her head fall back into her knees, tightly closing her eyes. Ira mutters to herself, words a little muffled by her legs.

" 's weak..."

“You don’t have to apologize and you’re not weak. This happens to everyone, it’s normal you doing have to apologize for having feelings.”

"N-no... it's not- I'm-"

She fumbles over her words, letting out a long sigh before continuing.

"I'm supposed to be better. I thought I was better-"

“Ira you’re amazing, you don’t need to better. You can just be yourself. You’re allowed to feel things and not be worried about anyone’s reaction. You’re safe.”

Ira sits there for a long while, trembling slightly as she takes in Katie's words. She slowly uncurls, looking in Katie's direction while still avoiding eye contact.

"I just don't want to h- hurt you. Any of you-"

“You won’t. I trust you, all of us trust you. And even if you do, I know it won’t be on purpose.”

"You shouldn't... It's- I'm dangerous."

Ira doesn't move her legs again, but she still seems to pull back into herself.

"I don't- don't know what happened but if I had hurt someone..." She suddenly looks up at Katie, panic crossing her face once more. "I didn't- did I?"

"You didn't. You didn't hurt anyone. Ira everything's ok. No one's hurt. Everything is safe."

"Everything's... safe..."

"...It- It happened again, didn't it?"

“It did, but it’s fine. I’m sorry for triggering you. You fully back with me now?”

"You... what?"

Ira blinks at Katie, her words more confused than accusatory. She lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back against the wall to further ground herself.

"I think?" Ira runs a careful hand down the side of her face before responding in a quiet, tired voice. "Y- yeah."

"I'm glad, do you want some water? Anything?" Katie asks softly.

"I don't... don't know."

She sighs, breathing a little more steady now.

"Water's fine- and a..." Ira hesitates, pulling her hoodie tighter. "-blanket? I-if that's okay..."

“Of course it’s ok, I’ll be right back.” Katie smiles softly as she rushes to grab a blanket.

Ira has since curled back up while Katie was gone, but she looks up when the young adult approaches.

"T- Thank you." She gently takes the blanket before snugly pulling it around her shoulders. "For all of this..."

“Anytime, I care about you Ira, I’ll always be there if you need me.”

"Why..."

Ira mutters almost on instinct, regret imeditaly covering her face when she realizes she said it out loud.

"Sorry- I didn't mean... I just-"

“Hey it’s ok, but you’re my friend Ira, and you’re a great person. I’ll always care about you.”

"Thanks..."

Ira responds after a long moment of sitting with those words. She silently glances over at the floor beside her before looking back at Katie half-expectantly.

"C-could you...?"

She trails off, a little embarrassed to be asking more from Katie even if it's just sitting with her.

“Of course” Katie smiled softly as she sits next to Ira, leaving a little space where she’s not too far and not too close so if Ira wants to reach out she can.

#//wrap up soon?#open marvel rp #open marvel starter #open marvel roleplay #open mcu rp #open mcu starter #open mcu roleplay #marvel rp #marvel oc #marvel oc rp #marvel oc blog #definitely not ira

Ira hesitates before slowly shifting so their shoulders touch. She noticeably relaxes as she leans the smallest amount into Katie before gently resting her head on her knees. She was just so tired...

Open roleplay—Time travel

-----

-------

A tree where a young girl, maybe 7, is hanging upside down on one of its branches. She stares at Peter with confusion, her long curly black hair obscuring her face a little.

"Estás bien?"

The girl pauses, realizing he looked an awful lot like a foreigner. So, she switches to English instead.

"Are you okay?"

Peter stares right back at the girl, blinking several times before he gets his bearings enough to speak.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." He looks down at himself to check that that is in fact true before looking at the girl again. "Where am I?"

"La Selva Maya?"

She lets out an amused giggle, swinging gently.

"You really aren't from here, are you?"

He shakes his head. His face clearly shows how confused he is.

"No, I'm not... I'm not even sure how I got here."

He looks around again before looking at the girl.

"Who're you? Why're you out here by yourself?"

"How do you not know that? Are you a tourist? Tía Yara says they get lost a lot."

The kid pulls herself upright, scrambling down the tree with minimal grace... She still wasn't entirely used to her legs working. Pushing curls out of her face, the girl tilts her head at Peter.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers..."

She purses her lips for a moment, thinking. He doesn't look dangerous.

"I'm just exploring... B- but it's okay! I won't get hurt. I promise I'm really careful!"

"Uh... Not exactly."

He suppresses a chuckle as the girl scrambles down the tree.

"Yeah, you seem really careful. Does your mom know where you are?"

He tilts his head to one side slightly. He feels like this girl looks a little bit familiar...

The kid looks down sheepishly, rocking gently on her heels. She may be young, but something is seriously familiar about her.

"Please don't tell Mamá! She freaks out when I go out alone but I get so bored staying at home all day. And- and I am careful! I'm getting a lot better with my balence."

"Your balance? What's up with your balance?"

He raises an eyebrow, absently rocking on his heels a bit as he tries to work through what's happening right now, all while talking to this random kid.

For once the kid quiets down, her shoulders caving in slightly. It was a... sensitive topic.

"I used to be really sick."

She shrugs, avoiding eye contact with Peter by kicking at the dirt.

"But I'm better now! I can... walk and jump and climb and stuff-"

She really shouldn't be telling a stranger these things, but she was young and maybe a little too trusting.

"Oh..."

"How did I get here?" he mutters, looking up at the tree canopy and then all around.

She perks up a little, looking Peter up and down. He didn't seem physically hurt, but he kept saying weird things.

"You don't look okay. Are you sure you aren't lost?"

The kid pads over to him, gently taking his hand and pulling him in a direction.

"I can bring you to the village? You can call someone there!"

Peter's a little bit surprised when the kid starts to pull him, but he lets her do so.

"Uh, sure, that'd be nice. Thanks, kid."

He looks at her for a moment. She looks... way too familiar.

"What's your name?"

"Ira..." Peter's eyes widen slightly as he comes to some sort of connection. It's the same dark hair, a similar facial structure, to his Ira.

"Nice to meet you, Ira. I'm Peter."

He looks around. Ira's mentioned that she used to play in a rainforest, right?

"Hey, Ira, I know this is an odd question, but... what year is it?"

"Do you get a last name?"

The girl says snarkily, still seemingly stuck on her previous thoughts. She pauses when he asks about the year, thinking for a long moment before responding.

"2007! No... 2008? I don't really know... but it's somewhere around there!"

Ira shrugs, pushing away some foliage to get to an actual path.

"I do, it's... Parker," Peter lies. He doesn't really want to reveal his identity to a random girl in a rainforest, even though he's got a sneaking suspicion that she's...

His eyes widen significantly.

"Somewhere around there? Fuck- I mean, don't repeat that word." He murmurs a number of curses in quick succession as he follows Ira. Time travel. Lovely. And that, right there, might be his Ira.

"Mamá will get mad if she hears you saying that!"

"You're weird, you know that? But it's okay. I don't mind."

The kid remarks with complete sincerity as she continues to pull Peter along. A few residents give Peter strange looks, but they dissipate quickly as Ira flashes them a carefree smile.

"Yeah? I won't say it around her, then."

Peter smiles at Ira a bit crookedly, letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know that. It's the common consensus, actually."

He looks around at the village.

"You live here?"

She leads Peter towards what looks like a collection of homes. An older woman sitting on her porch notices the two of them and waves Ira over.

"¿Chiquita, dónde estuviste?"

The little girl beams as she skips towards the woman, still practically dragging Peter behind her.

"¡Conocí un nuevo amigo, Tía Yara! Lo estoy ayudando porque está muy perdido... y un poco extraño."

The woman shakes her head, smiling before looking up at Peter and addressing him in Spanglish.

"¿Señor, hablas Español, or English?"

Peter blinks a couple times, trying and failing to keep up since he's using his limited Spanish and knowledge of Latin roots to do so.

"Uh... English, ma'am."

He smiles at the woman.

"Hello, I'm Peter."

"It is nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Yara and you already met Ira. She is a lot to handle but I promise she is a good kid."

She speaks with a decently heavy accent, but it doesn't seem to hinder her language.

"Tía Yara."

"Ira told me you were lost. Why don't you come inside and you can use my phone to call someone? I have some Powder Buns cooling if you're hungry."

Yara continues, a soft smile on her lips. Ira's face lights up at the mention of the semi-sweet baked good. Tía Yara always has the best snacks.

"Yeah, she seems like one."

Peter tilts his head to one side.

"Powder buns? Yes, it'd be great if I could use your phone, please. I need to call my dad."

He really hopes that it's 2008, because if it's 2008 his dad would've at least been Iron Man. Sure, none of the alien stuff or the spider bite have happened, but still least that crazy thing has.

"It's... ¿Cómo se dice? Like a... a cookie-scone? I am sure you'll like it if you try it."

"If you want privacy you can go into another room. I'll keep the little one distracted."

Yara picks up a small cellphone from the counter and hands it to Peter.

"If he doesn't like them, can I have his Power Bun?"

Ira pipes up, gently pulling on Yara's clothes. The woman laughs quietly and puts a gentle hand on her back.

Peter smiles at the woman.

"I'm sure they're great, ma'am."

He takes the phone with a thanks. "Uh, yeah, I think I'll go someplace else. Thank you."

He ends the message before walking back into the kitchen. "He didn't pick up." He gives the phone back to Yara.

"Again? Whyyyy?"

Yara ruffles Ira's hair as Peter walks in.

"To keep food on your plate, Chiquita. I'm sure she'll be back before you know it."

Ira grumbles quietly, shoving a Powder Pun in her mouth. Yara looks up at Peter, taking the phone back with a frown. She slides the bowl towards Peter as a consolation.

"Well, you are welcome to stay here until your father calls back."

Peter smiles at Yara gratefully.

"Uh, thank you. I'm sure he'll call back soon. He's just a... busy man." He chuckles softly, and accepts a powder bun before taking a small bite. "This is really good."

"That's because Tía Yara makes the best food!"

Ira loudly announces like it's a well known fact. She's so... different from the soft-spoken Ira that Peter knows.

"I am glad you like them, Peter." Yara smiles, unphased by Ira's outburst.

Peter laughs softly, looking at Ira. He loves how outspoken she is, but it hurts him how Schuler must've affected her to change her so much.

"I can see that, Ira. You're a big talker, aren't you?"

She looks down sheepishly, swallowing the bun she was still eating down hard.

"Mamá says I talk too much. But I think I should be allowed to and Tía Yara doesn't mind so it's okay! ... unless you don't want me to either."

Peter quickly shakes his head.

"No, no, I love it! You're so open... A lot changed, I guess."

"Changed? We just met...

Ira tilts her head in confusion but a sudden thought seems to completely pull her attention away.

"Tía! Can I go play with Peter while he waits for his dad?"

Yara glances over at Peter to silently check if he's okay with it.

"Uh..."

Peter nods quietly when Yara glances at him.

Ira lets out an excited squeal, shooting up from her seat.

"C'mon! I can show you around the Pueblo!"

She takes Peter's hand and pulls him towards the door. Yara sighs and moves to clean up the table after the kid, but doesn't call her out on it.

"I will come find you when he returns the call. And Ira? Don't go wandering too far, please. And you," She looks at Peter, "Keep her out of trouble, okay?"

Peter nods reliably as he lets Ira pull him along.

"I will, don't worry."

He grins at how enthusiastic Ira's being.

Ira proudly leads him out of the house, looking around for something interesting. She starts rambling as she walks.

Peter can't suppress a small laugh when Ira says this.

"Maybe it is adult stuff, then. You're not missing out. Adult stuff is really boring."

"But I miss herrrr!"

Ira pouts a little, pulling on his arm.

"And she's in the city so she's so far away. Do you live in a city? I don't get to go to the city with her. But it's okay! I like the Pueblo."

"Yeah, I get missing moms." Peter chuckles softly, letting her pull him along.

"My mom has to go on long business trips all the time. And yeah, I live in a city called New York."

#peter stark #marvel roleplay #peter parker roleplay #mcu roleplay #open marvel roleplay #marvel rp #open marvel rp #mcu open roleplay #mcu open rp #definitely not ira

"She didn't always do it though. Only when I got better..."

She half-mumbles, kicking a pebble before quickly getting excited about this new information.

"Where's that?" She gasps. "Is it really far away? You really don't look like you're from around here so it must be far away."

Open Roleplay—Taken By HYDRA AU

Tw: brainwashing, heavy violence, general HYDRA stuff

---------

----------

She suddenly freezes, briefly scanning the area when she swears he hears something moving. Ira tells herself that it was probably just a rat, but something instinctual keeps her on guard.

"Who's there?"

Ira shouts as she snaps around, acutely aware of another presence. She backs up slightly, her eyes flickering teal. Something felt seriously wrong.

Ira shudders at the feeling of being watched. Even if she couldn't see Peter, she could feel his sick gaze. A low growl emits from her throat as the glow strengthens.

"Don't come c- closer!"

She continues backing up, shouting in the general direction she thought the person was.

Peter growls back, silently falling from his place on the wall. He slowly approaches her, and a streetlight throws a glow across him, illuminating the top half of his face.

"Who are you? What d- do you want?"

Ira tries to keep her voice steady, but it wavers and cracks a little.

Peter doesn't answer her at first, instead silently trying to steer her towards the wall.

"Mission," he says simply, gesturing lamely towards her as one arm shoots out to hit her chest.

Each step he takes, Ira does so as well. She's so focused on Peter that she doesn't realize what he's doing.

"Mission? What are you-"

Ira yelps as he attacks, moving to the side at an inhuman speed. The entity activates swiftly, and her fox ears and tail materialize in response.

"I don't w- want to hurt you..."

She murmurs fearfully, looking for an escape as she realizes he's trapped her in the alleyway.

Peter whirls to the side and pounces for her again.

"I will-"

Her arm flies up to block the hit, but she stumbles backwards a little from the force.

"Just go away..."

Peter barely blinks at Ira's claws before throwing himself at her, careful not to touch them. He's basically on autopilot, with his Spidey sense doing most of the heavy lifting.

"Wh- Why are here?"

She cringes silently when her words come out more like a whine than a demand.

"Mission," he says, simply. He rolls to one side before jumping back to his feet and moving to try to unbalance Ira.

"Kill you."

Peter shifts into her space faster than she anticipated, causing Ira to trip. She winces as the cold brick suddenly hits her spine and shoulders.

"What?"

Ira raises her voice, panic clearly spreading across her face.

Something almost happy blossoms within Peter when he hears Ira wince. Pain, panic. Good. It's a better time when they try to fight.

"Kill you," he repeats simply, leaning down over her with his hands on her arms.

natasha-the-widow

Dropping her weight suddenly, Ira sidesteps while twisting her arms out of Peter's grip. She elbows him in the side of the head before turning towards the exit of the alleyway.

"Help! Please.... Help-"

Ira starts screaming as she makes a break for it, trying to ignore how weak she's sounding.

"Stop screaming. Screaming is weak. Hydra will be mad..."

"Then s- stop following me!"

"How do you-"

"I can't. Mission."

"You're fast," he observes out loud.

"You don't have to listen to them!"

If he really was Hydra, she knew that probably wouldn't do much to stop him... but it still felt like the right things to say.

She scoffs quietly at his remark, not giving him more of a response. Of course she was fast, he was trying to kill her.

"Yes, I do!"

The sharp turn doesn't throw Peter off for long, but it definitely creates a slightly wider delay. He shoots a web at an odd angle so that it'll wind up in front of Ira rather than actually hit her.

Ira skids to a stop as the web cuts off her path. She briefly looks at it with confusion before turning around to face her attacker. The only person she's ever seen using that was...

"Peter?"

She lets out a strangled gasp as a car passes by and illuminates Peter's face. It was him. Ira pauses for maybe a moment too long, just staring at Peter with a mixture of relief and terror.

"Who the hell is Peter?"

"You..."

Her voice is quiet as tears start to fall down her face before she can stop them.

"Peter, please... It- it has to b- be you."

Ira shifts her weight back but can't bring herself to run again despite her instincts screaming at her to do so. She wasn't going to let him leave her again. Not like this.

Peter furrows his eyebrows at her response and her tears.

"I- I'm not Peter. I don't know you."

"You're supposed to run."

"You are... an- and you do know me. Don't d- do this, Peter."

Ira practically pleads with him, drawing in a shaky breath. She can't tear her eyes off of him, even as her vision blurs from tears.

"Not until you re- remember yourself... because the P- Peter I know would never hu- hurt me."

She stands her ground despite her face wavering and betraying her confidence. Ira was beginning to peice things together and it only made her feel worse.

Peter's eyebrows furrow together, and he makes a small sound of disappointment. His game isn't going to resume, it seems.

"There's nothing for me to remember. There was nothing important before HYDRA."

A choked sob escaped her throat at that.

"N- No... Don't say that! Please... Peter you have to remember m- me. Ira. I'm... your- your-" Sister. "-Friend."

Ira's breathing hitches for a moment as she desperately grasps for a way to help him. Her hand absentmindedly lifts towards Peter, a subconscious need to comfort him.

Peter flinches when Ira raises her hand, as if he expects her to hit him. He doesn't back up, though, only staring at her extended hand.

"There's nothing for you to lose."

"S- sorry..."

Ira freezes at his reaction, but doesn't pull her hand back. She shifts uncomfortably as Peter parrots Hydra's words, something unsavory churning in her stomach.

"Stop! Whatever th- they call you, you're still m- my Peter."

Ira suddenly yells, power thrumming through her and causing her eyes to glow brighter. She takes a very cautious step forwards, drawing in a shuttering breath as she lowers her voice.

Peter flinches again, but doesn't step backwards. Each name seems to thrum something in him, something deep, and it's making it hard for him to think.

"You stop! I- I shouldn't recognize those names! I shouldn't recognize you!"

"But you do."

She takes one more step, now face to face with Peter.

Ira hesitantly places her hand on his arm, watching his reaction incredibly carefully.

"Come home. The team can help you be... you again. I don't know what Hydra did to you, but I know you can fight it."

"I- I do," Peter confirms hesitantly.

He watches as Ira approaches, but flinches when she puts her hand on his arm. His other arm flays out, and he hits her square in the chest with heavy force.

"No, no, I'm not supposed to remember that stuff! I'm- I'm not him, I'm not him, I'm not anyone!"

He's freaking out now, his chest heaving as he stares at her with wild eyes.

Ira stumbles backwards at the force, inwardly chiding herself for pushing too soon. She winces, pain blooming through her chest where he hit her. It's definetly going to bruise.

"Hey, hey it's okay. It's going to b- be okay. You are someone, you just- just need to see it. You're Peter. Somewhere deep d- down you know that. "

She notices his panic, trying to smooth things over as soon as possible. Ira raises her hands in a placating manner, but her claws remain out and prepped.

"I won't touch you again, a- alright? I promise. I'll stay right here and you can just- take a deep breath. Please?"

Peter continues to stare at her, looking like a cornered animal on the verge of bolting. If Ira moved, he probably would.

"I'm not supposed to know that! All I'm supposed to be is a stupid asset!" He half-spits the word, as if disgusted by it even in his brainwashed state.

Even if he doesn't mean to, his breaths seem to slow a tiny bit at her request. It's clearly not conscious.

Ira stays true to her words, moving only to slowly cover her chest with a shaky arm. She recoils at his words.

She quiets, muttering this last line to herself.

"That's what you promised me, right?"

Peter tracks the movement of her arm with his gaze, as if she could strike at any moment.

"I'd never go with you. There is comfort in compliance. Less pain."

He tilts his head to one side a little at her last words. It's a remnant of his old self that HYDRA couldn't truly erase, like the shapes of people he sees in his better dreams.

"...I didn't promise you anything."

"But there's no pain back home. P- Peter, I'm not going to hurt you. No one's g- going to hurt you anymore if you just-"

Ira basically gives up mid sentence, looking at Peter with an expression that can only be described as pathetic.

"I know- I know... you don't remember."

She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting down with a defeated sigh. Ira didn't care that it left her exposed anymore. She just missed her brother.

Peter furrows his eyebrows a little bit at her words. "...no pain?"

He crouches on the concrete, then kneels. He blinks a few times, then shakes his head.

"I'm- I'm not supposed to be brought back."

Ira perks up slightly as he moves, having to hold herself back from leaping forwards to hug him. She instead lets out a sharp exhale at his words.

"They... They can't?"

"Yes! Ira!"

She responds a little too enthusiastically, before quickly reeling herself back in.

"They can't. Well- I can't fully promise anything, b- but they've kept me safe... a- and they'll do the same for you. You're family, Peter."

Ira very gently lifts a hand for Peter to take, keeping her movements slow and obvious, having learned from earlier.

"So please... come home."

Peter flinches at Ira's enthusiasm, but stares at her hand as she lifts it. He doesn't take it, but he's clearly considering it.

"...I won't be HYDRA's anymore? I'll be yours instead?"

"No!"

Ira quickly pulls her hand back in surprise.

"No, you'll just be yourself. Without HYDRA. Without anyone telling you what to do or be." She pauses, offering him a small smile. "You can just be Peter again."

Peter flinches again, quickly stepping back when Ira pulls her hand away.

"Just be Peter again...?"

He begins to fidget with his hands before realizing what he's doing and putting them back at his sides.

"...I don't know how to do that."

#open marvel roleplay #peter stark #marvel roleplay #peter parker roleplay #marvel rp #mcu roleplay #open marvel rp #marvel open starter #open marvel starter #definitely not ira

She imeditaly feels bad seeing his reaction, and it's clearly displayed on her face.

"That's fine... I can help you, alright? We can figure that out together." Ira's eyes trail down a little. "...Even if it means things are different."

Open Marvel RP!

//tw panic attack, mental health, possible implied abuse, PTSD

"Bad Days"

Some days are worse than others.

Everything's normal at the Compound. People chat in the other room, the TV plays nearby, and Ira is sitting on a kitchen stool, a book open on the counter.

The teen barely makes it to the hallway before collapsing into the wall, arms soon wrapped tightly around her legs.

"Ira, I'm so sorry, it's ok, you're ok, you're safe." Katie says softly as she walks towards Ira making sure not to get too close, as to make her panic more.

"B- Bitte nicht! Tut es mir leid-"

"Ira, it's ok. You're at the avengers compound. You're safe. You're not there. You're safe." Katie whispers in a soft voice as she crouches down in front of Ira.

"Nein... nein, Herr-"

"N- nicht sicher... not safe."

Ira doesn't linger on Katie for long, her eyes soon flitting around the hallway nervously. The woman before her couldn't be Herr Schüler but he was right there a moment ago... right?

“It is safe. I’m Katie. You’re not there, you’re at the avengers compound. You are safe, no one is going to hurt you.”

"Y- You're... You-"

"How... But- n-no he's- he's here, I saw him-"

Ira tries to pull away, a startled yelp leaving her as Katie embraces her. She's far too panicked right now.

"Don't! ...P- please-"

Katie immediately backs away.

Ira watches Katie carefully, having a mixture of confusion and relief that she backed off and apologized.

"... your fault?"

She mutters quietly, still not quite piecing together everything that's happening. Only that Katie was there and she did feel safe.

"Yep my fault, I shouldn't have touch you without asking. But I promise I won't do that again. You're safe." Katie nods trying to give Ira a small smile to comfort her.

"Safe... it's- it's safe."

Ira glances around again, slowly noticing that she wasn't back in the facility. She relaxes at that realization, but that look is quickly replaced with confusion.

"W- Where-"

“You’re at the avengers compound. You’re not back there I promise. No one will hurt you here.”

"No it- it was so... real."

Ira shakes her head, looking anywhere but at Katie as she tries to tether herself back into reality.

Ira stares at Katie for a long moment after she finishes talking. She's not used to... this. It's nice. Maybe too nice.

"I'm- I'm sorry-"

She lets her head fall back into her knees, tightly closing her eyes. Ira mutters to herself, words a little muffled by her legs.

" 's weak..."

“You don’t have to apologize and you’re not weak. This happens to everyone, it’s normal you doing have to apologize for having feelings.”

"N-no... it's not- I'm-"

She fumbles over her words, letting out a long sigh before continuing.

"I'm supposed to be better. I thought I was better-"

“Ira you’re amazing, you don’t need to better. You can just be yourself. You’re allowed to feel things and not be worried about anyone’s reaction. You’re safe.”

Ira sits there for a long while, trembling slightly as she takes in Katie's words. She slowly uncurls, looking in Katie's direction while still avoiding eye contact.

"I just don't want to h- hurt you. Any of you-"

“You won’t. I trust you, all of us trust you. And even if you do, I know it won’t be on purpose.”

"You shouldn't... It's- I'm dangerous."

Ira doesn't move her legs again, but she still seems to pull back into herself.

"I don't- don't know what happened but if I had hurt someone..." She suddenly looks up at Katie, panic crossing her face once more. "I didn't- did I?"

"You didn't. You didn't hurt anyone. Ira everything's ok. No one's hurt. Everything is safe."

"Everything's... safe..."

"...It- It happened again, didn't it?"

“It did, but it’s fine. I’m sorry for triggering you. You fully back with me now?”

"You... what?"

Ira blinks at Katie, her words more confused than accusatory. She lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back against the wall to further ground herself.

"I think?" Ira runs a careful hand down the side of her face before responding in a quiet, tired voice. "Y- yeah."

"I'm glad, do you want some water? Anything?" Katie asks softly.

"I don't... don't know."

She sighs, breathing a little more steady now.

"Water's fine- and a..." Ira hesitates, pulling her hoodie tighter. "-blanket? I-if that's okay..."

“Of course it’s ok, I’ll be right back.” Katie smiles softly as she rushes to grab a blanket.

Ira has since curled back up while Katie was gone, but she looks up when the young adult approaches.

"T- Thank you." She gently takes the blanket before snugly pulling it around her shoulders. "For all of this..."

“Anytime, I care about you Ira, I’ll always be there if you need me.”

"Why..."

Ira mutters almost on instinct, regret imeditaly covering her face when she realizes she said it out loud.

"Sorry- I didn't mean... I just-"

“Hey it’s ok, but you’re my friend Ira, and you’re a great person. I’ll always care about you.”