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Indie semi-selective RP blog for Marvel/X-Men OC Mun has limited knowledge on comics, so mainly MCU and X-Men movie compliant Penned by Moon

[mcmuscs]

“Good to know you’re alive.” Clint had a fond smile as he led them out to his car. He’d opened the door for Ezra, and even let him test the door and seat belt once he was in it. Ezra didn’t trust them completely just yet so it gave assurance that there wasn’t some trick that’d leave him stuck in the vehicle. The only verbal reassurance Clint offered was insistence that between the two of them he was better at civilian driving than Natasha was.

Only when Ezra was satisfied did Clint move to get into the driver’s seat and buckle himself in. “Ez, right? Go into the glove box for me, would ya?” The boy was hesitant, but did as instructed. “Pass one of those Butterfingers to Nat and Is, and you can have one of the others.”

“What’s a Butterfingers?”

“Jesus, fuck-” Clint muttered to himself. “The yellow things, they’re candy bars.” Ezra was already holding two of the yellow things, looking at it in a way that would be rather humorous if it wasn’t for the reason behind his unfamiliarity. One was passed back to the back seat and the other was kept clutched in his hand. “It’s pretty good, not my thing but Is loves them.”

[hellfireandice]

Oh, that was sad, the new kid never having a Butterfingers before. Well, he would have one now! " Thanks, Clint! " She kicked the back of Ezra's seat gently, " Try it. You're gonna love it. Or not, I guess. But if you don't like it I'll eat it. " Gods, she was exhausted, especially now that the adrenaline was leaving her body and she was sitting down in a place that wasn't medical. But she had to stay awake at least until they got to Clint's place. Because then there would be mac 'n cheese. Gods, she loved mac 'n cheese. There was nothing like it in Iceland, or if it was it was in the big city and expensive.

" 'm Isleif, " she said, making sure to pronounce it slowly. Ees-layf. Not Is-leaf like almost literally everyone else says. But she doesn't really care about that, although some people at Xavier's said she ought to but the government misspelled her name so she didn't give a shit anymore. " But you can call me Is or Izzy if you want. "

[mcmuscs]

“Don’t call me dad.” Clint slung an arm around Ezra’s shoulders, nonchalant and casual. Disarm through being laid back, get through the defenses, get him feeling safer to open up. He’d done similar on missions and this was no different in a strange sense.

Ezra was stiff, but he let Clint do as he wished. Though, he did look to Natasha and Isleif just to see if their body language was as casual as Clint’s was. “I don’t think so.” He answered Clint’s question then studied Isleif out the corner of his eye. He’d have to keep an ear out, he’d grown to distrust hearing languages he didn’t know.

Clint had likewise looked to check that Natasha had Isleif up and the two shared a look and a nod. Ezra would be front passenger seat so that Nat could keep an eye on Isleif. “Is, what’s the dumbass alarm say?”

[hellfireandice]

Isleif was leaning heavily on Nat, perking up and fiddling with something on her arm. " Eighty-seven percent! I'm alive! " she chirped. Natasha glanced over, sighing as she flipped through various screens.

" Vitals normal, dehydrated and low blood sugar. Mild concussion, all adding up to operating at eighty-seven percent efficency. Considering her baseline is around ninety-two, well within parameters. "

Isleif squinted as Natasha rattled off the diagnostics, head going between the panel on her tac-suit and back to Natasha. The movement made her slightly nauseous, though, so she quit doing that.

Natasha buckled her into the van, her coordination shot with exhaustion finally settling into her bones. " Alright, zmeya, no sleeping yet. Not that you can with Clint's driving. "

[hellfireandice]

mcmuscs​:

“You’re getting your degree.” Clint sounded almost uncharacteristically stern about it but they’d had an agreement. “You cleared to head home?” The question was general, and he carefully shifted out from his spot to go bother the kid.

“C’mon, get up. We’re gonna go home.” The kid still seemed suspicious, which honestly was pretty fair of him. He didn’t know these people very well but still felt like they were better than the lab. Clint offered the kid a hand and Ezra took it reluctantly to hoist him up from where he’d been eyeing everyone and everything. “You ever have mac and cheese? Probably the only thing I can reliably cook.”

“ I know, dad, ” Isleif muttered, sitting upright. She still had a few years to go before deciding on a college or degree, and the idea of such was currently taking too much brain power. With a put-upon groan she stood up, holding onto Natasha slightly as she regained balance on newborn-foal legs. 

“ ‘m fine, I’m fine. Let’s go get mac ‘n cheese. ”

She waved at the new kid, “ It may be the only thing he can cook, but it’s really, really gut. ” She frowned, pursing her lips. “ Góður? ” She looked at Natasha with pleading eyes. “ Yum? ” 

“ Good. Delicious, ” the other provided. Isleif nodded, “ yes. That. ”

[puerstellas]

[text: Icecream] liar i heard you laugh through the wall

[hellfireandice]

[text: Big Tiddy Tay] now you're listening through the wall? wierdo.

[hellfireandice]

evcluticnary​:

“Really? You’d think a literal fly on the wall would be helpful.” Tara took a bite of her sandwich followed by a sip of her latte. “Opposable thumbs are definitely a plus. I had a bet with my brother once about if I could go a day without them. Not saying who won the bet, but I will say I’m pretty dexterous when need be.”

“ No doubt about that, ” Isleif agreed, “ but the use of a human operative who can change face at will, who can become anyone in a thought? Talk about blending into a crowd. Besides, we have more than enough humanoid-to-animal shifters. We need dog walkers for all the dogs. ”

[hellfireandice]

mcmuscs​:

“Yep,” Clint confirmed with a careful adjustment to be able to brush some hair from her face. “Mac and cheese. You, me, Nat, and the kid. You think you’ll be okay to walk to the van or you need help?” He’d be the one to carry her if that was the case, he’d done it before. But with how wary the kid seemed he’d probably carry her on his back as opposed to in his arms or over his shoulder (ways he definitely had carried her in the past). His focus then turned back to Natasha.

“Fury probably won’t like it, but I’ve done shit he doesn’t like before. With success.” With the arm not wrapped around Isleif’s back he nudged her gently. “Probably mean less field work. Or you or Coulson help keep an eye on him when I’m on mission. And he’s a teenager already, some therapy and school and he’ll be good to be on his own.” He’d already decided. That much was clear.

He couldn’t let the kid fall victim to the bureaucracy that was SHIELD’s variation of witness protection. Being shuffled place to place or bring stuck in the middle of nowhere with people he doesn’t know or trust at all. Clint knew he had the kid’s trust. Enough to let Clint lead him out of there and into SHIELD’s medical at any rate.

Natasha nudged her as she started to drift off, the mild concussion not too worrying but still not anything to play around with. That, and if she fell asleep now she wouldn’t wake up for at least another twelve hours. She was already starving, she’d be even worse if allowed sleep.

“ School sucks, ” was her oh so helpful input. Like she wasn’t taken out of school to be part of SHIELD, her education now from a series of tutors and the occasional visit back to Xavier’s. Therapy sucked, too, but she didn’t have to go as much as the adults in her life. She was still a teenager herself, and more concerned with the simple things in life. Like food.

[hellfireandice]

evcluticnary​:

“Well, I don’t stress out if I don’t see my size in a store. I just find the closest to it and adjust myself so it fits the way I want it to. I can’t do animals though, I’ve tried. It just doesn’t work. My dream of being an animorph has been put on hold.”

She only had a vague idea of what an animorph was, but that was fine. “ Contrary to what you see in movies, being able to turn into an animal isn’t the most useful of skills. It has its places but generally we like our operatives to have opposable thumbs. ” 

[hellfireandice]

mcmuscs​:

“She learned it from you.” After all, a fair few people would call Isleif a heathen as well. But Clint nodded in approval as Isleif grabbed her phone and moved to the side.

Again, he found himself surveying the room. Studying everything from the way the light flickered to the anxious knee bobbing from one of the other patients’ family members. He patted his knee and Lucky scooted out from under the chair to rest his head on Clint’s leg so he could pet the dog.

When Isleif returned, he glanced over and Lucky moved back to lying at his feet. “She okay?”

“ Fair enough, ” she had to concede. She was, after all, a heathen. According to many at least. And herself.

When Isleif returned she just nodded, all but collapsing into the chair. “ Yeah. She’s glad it wasn’t me but is still worried. Gods know she isn’t the only one. ”

[hellfireandice]

mcmuscs​:

Her answer just left him more confused. Was he supposed to know this? Ezra moved his arms a bit to test how the shirt moved with him and made a slight face. “This shirt is fine,” He tapped a hand against his chest at the Captain America t-shirt. “But this feels weird when I put my arms out.” To illustrate, he put his arms out as if he was handling a box of some sort.

“Bear puts up with the coat. If it was up to him he’d be huddled around the air vent with the heat on instead of wearing a jumper.” Wait… Could dogs wear jumpers? He’d think so… “But I’d definitely like one for him.”

“Ah, the inelasticity of flannel. It’s all good, no worries. We’ll get you something that fits.” Isleif wasn’t the world’s best fashion guru, but she sure as hell beat Clint in terms of knowing the basics. It also helped that Ezra was closer to her age, twinkiness aside. 

“How are the pants?” Those tended to be harder to fit, but then again the men’s section made sense.

[cipheramnesia]

Tied to a chair waiting patiently for the end of the villainous monolog so I can give suggestions and constructive feedback.

[theterribletenno]

Oh my god that's fucking hilarious

[hellfireandice]

@mcmuscs​

[hellfireandice]

mcmuscs​:

Not all his missions were Avengers level threats. Sometimes it was just him and one or two others. It had been one of those missions. Himself, Natasha, and Isleif were in a minor HYDRA base. Just was supposed to be in and out, but of course nothing ever goes to plan for Clint. 

They found a kid, no older than fourteen. Things escalated, there was fighting and running and a rushed exit.

They’d made it to medical, not without its struggles. The kid they found turned out to not like medical at all, it took a lot of trial and error to even let them do a physical exam on him and patch up injuries from the day. He was sitting in a corner on the floor carefully eyeing up anyone that got too close. Clint had lost a hearing aid, which made some parts a little more difficult. His audiologist was going to kill him. Maybe he needed to change from behind the ear to something more compact and secure.

Isleif and Natasha weren’t overly fond of medical either, not that he could blame either of them. Between their curiosities about Isleif and the involuntary medical procedures done to Natasha, they both had more than enough reason to dislike the poking and prodding. “He’s not gonna trust anybody if we move him to a safe house.” Partially observation and partially a question. 

They couldn’t just send the boy off to the farm with Laura and her girlfriend, and she was the one Clint trusted the most. The only other alternative would be to have him stay with himself or Natasha… But would that work? And would that be allowed? They could just pull the Avengers card if anyone argued. “At least my place for tonight. You and Is too. Mac and cheese and decompressing.”

Sometimes, Isleif was put on assignments that her abilities were useless in. Fury said it was good to be well-rounded when it came to missions and not rely on her powers as a solution for everything. Which was incredibly fair, considering that prolonged use may end with her death.

That didn’t mean she didn’t torch everything she could in the HYDRA base once copies were made to hand over to SHIELD. And the whole base, too. A little bit, at least.

Now there was some kid that they found, saved, whatever, and that put a whole new snag in everything. Especially since Clint was saying that they couldn’t just send him somewhere. Which was incredibly fair, Isleif thought, since he was definitely experimented on in some way or another. Or multiple ways. Ways she shouldn’t be thinking about when it was her turn to get poked and prodded by medics.

She was falling asleep on Clint’s shoulder as they waited for the official okay to leave, perking up at the mention of food. “ Mac’n cheese? ” She slurred out, eyes wide and hopeful. She was starving, okay? And nothing hit better than Clint’s mac and cheese after a successful mission.

[hellfireandice]

hellfireandice​:

tf you mean there isn’t an active witcher rpc

also like i totally will pay someone to make a promo for @catofblaviken

[hellfireandice]

tf you mean there isn’t an active witcher rpc

[hellfireandice]

evcluticnary​:

What was it they said in hollywood writing? Show, don’t tell? Tara took off her glasses and sat them on the table beside her food. And, as she spoke, her features started to shift along. “So, there’s this guy I took a drawing class with once, really nice guy . His dad’s family’s from Japan and he adores his grandmother. Says his grandmother’s gonna pay for him to get a tattoo when he’s old enough, a cat in a traditional Japanese art style. Says it’s based on his favorite story that she used to tell him when he was little.”

“This is what he looks like.”

Shapeshifters were a dime a dozen, sometimes, yet they were invaluable as spies and intelligence agents. Isleif clicked her tongue, “ Good start, and every agency will scramble for a shapeshifter. But we’re looking for different. Better. ”

She tapped her fingers on the table, considering her next question. “ How customizable can you be? Are you a mimic or... ” she fumbled for the word, “ you know what I mean. Right? ”

[hellfireandice]

mcmuscs​:

“Yeah. I’m never gettin’ rid of you.” Clint had sent out texts to those he’d trusted with Ezra’s situation and was tapping at the side of his phone watching for responses. It wasn’t a long list, thank God. “Gonna end up babysitting your snake when you’re on mission for the rest of my life.”

He looked back to her and then leaned a bit to look at Lucky. He was definitely picking up on the seriousness of the situation. “You should call her, let her know it’s not you that’s hurt. She’s gotta be freaking out not knowing the details.“

.“ Valkyrie is good company, especially when she takes her mice the proper way and not sideways like a heathen. ” She huffed out a small laugh before taking out her phone and standing.

“ I’ll be right back, you’re right, I should let her know I’m okay. ” She dialed as she walked to a corner, the beginnings of the conversation able to be overheard ( “ Mamma, Mamma! Nei, nei- ” ) before rapid-fire Icelandic took over.

[rpmemequeen]

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