Uatu the Watcher

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

It was out on her weekly errands that the figure was watching Gamora. The Zen-Whobarian woman had chosen to make her home here on Earth. How strange, that this little planet was so important in the events that had proceeded and the events to come, the Watcher thought to himself. Yet, it was his duty to observe history as it unfolded. He stood on the roof of a tenement building, gazing down the extraterrestrial warrior as she perused the window of a little bodega.

Gamora was quickly getting her errands done, it was a nice day and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could without anything else to do. She looked into the window of the bodega, wondering if she should go in or not, thinking about how much food she had left in her refrigerator and her cupboards. As she was looking she could not help but feel as if she was being watched, it certainly was not unusual that someone would stare. She waited a minute or so, and the feeling did not go away, she turned around slowly, looking across the street. No one had stopped, everyone seemed to be minding their own business, she looked again and this time she looked up. There was someone on the rooftop. Gamora crossed the street wondering just who this person was who was so intent on staring at her.

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

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“Because I must,” the Watcher stated. “I observe history as it unfolds.” His posture was rigid and unmoving. Uatu’s large eyes looked like a swirl of stars and milky white nebulas, staring off a million miles even as they looked at Gamora. 

Her eyes rolled before she looked down at the street below and everyone passing by. “Who sent you?” It seemed odd to her that he would be sent here to observe, if he was stating his true reasons. She wondered what had alerted something to what had happened here and what could possibly happen. “Why did you decide to observe me instead of some other person?”

[i-do-not-act-blog]

Uatu looked as if he was confused by the question. “No one... sent me. As I already explained, it is the task of a Watcher to observe.” It seemed that this mortal was having trouble grasping the simple concept of Watchers and their mission. “I have watched many others. Temujin. Julius Caesar. Marie Curie. Jean Grey. Stephen Strange. You, Gamora of the Zen-Whoberis, are just part of a long line of those I have observed.” 

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We Watch | Jessica and Uatu

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“Riiight,” Jessica replied, still not entirely convinced that the whole thing wasn’t a joke. She looked around, half expecting to see her friend Trish, or her Secretary Malcom, emerging from a hiding place to reveal their trick. But neither showed up. Frowning, Jessica relaxed from her defensive stance and crossed her arms instead.

“So… What the hell?” she asked with a shrug. “If this is ‘very much real’, what exactly are you here for huh?” 

“I am the Watcher,” the extraterrestrial being stated frankly. “I watch.” The Terran called Jessica Jones was obviously on edge. “However, I cannot act. I mean you no harm.”

Jessica groaned and rolled her eyes. “Right. And what are you watching then huh? Me? Why?” She was growing impatient and was terrible at hiding it. Arms still crossed, she shifted her feet. “Isn’t appearing here from…where ever the hell you come from technically acting by the way?” 

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Uatu shifted slightly, causing his draped cloak to rustle. “I observe history,” was all he said. “I did not come here to argue semantics with an Earthling.” No hint of emotion entered his voice. 

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

It was out on her weekly errands that the figure was watching Gamora. The Zen-Whobarian woman had chosen to make her home here on Earth. How strange, that this little planet was so important in the events that had proceeded and the events to come, the Watcher thought to himself. Yet, it was his duty to observe history as it unfolded. He stood on the roof of a tenement building, gazing down the extraterrestrial warrior as she perused the window of a little bodega.

Gamora was quickly getting her errands done, it was a nice day and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could without anything else to do. She looked into the window of the bodega, wondering if she should go in or not, thinking about how much food she had left in her refrigerator and her cupboards. As she was looking she could not help but feel as if she was being watched, it certainly was not unusual that someone would stare. She waited a minute or so, and the feeling did not go away, she turned around slowly, looking across the street. No one had stopped, everyone seemed to be minding their own business, she looked again and this time she looked up. There was someone on the rooftop. Gamora crossed the street wondering just who this person was who was so intent on staring at her.

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

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“It is my duty,” he answered cryptically. The information he chose to release was limited. There was only so much that those he observed should know.  

Gamora rolled her eyes as the tall creature spoke. “That is not a real answer, if it’s your duty, why is it your duty to watch me? That seem like a very strange duty to have.”

[i-do-not-act-blog]

“Because I must,” the Watcher stated. “I observe history as it unfolds.” His posture was rigid and unmoving. Uatu’s large eyes looked like a swirl of stars and milky white nebulas, staring off a million miles even as they looked at Gamora. 

[morphinemechanic-blog]

It was another late night at Horace's Auto Shop. Someone was watching Aeron from the shadows as she worked on restoring her muscle car. As to how the large figure had fit into the garage into the first place was just as mysterious as the being itself. It was almost entirely cloaked in shadow, watching her as she practiced her craft. Moonlight reflected off its eyes as well as the long blue cape draped over one arm. Those eyes were fixated on Aeron, unmoving.

Aeron’s attention was tirelessly placed on the greased up engine before her, nothing but the steady rhythm of a socket wrench keeping her company. Another Sunday, another day to work on her baby. Give it another month and Aeron was confident that she’d be street ready. This beamed pride in her, to be able to construct by hand what her own powers could give to her instantly. Only proving to herself that she was just as skilled, mutant or not. Letting go of the tool that continued to tighten away,  she strode to the tool box to look for a bolt. 

The hairs on the nape of her neck began to rise, a sudden feeling that she was no longer alone began to fill in the spaces of the empty garage. Knowing all too well what it could mean if it wasn’t a friend  dropping by unannounced. Dropping the bolt back into the pile, Aeron’s hand reached for her multi-tool that was fasten to the back of her belt in it’s “tube” mode as she spun around looking for whatever had come across her path. 

“Far too late in the day to be getting the drop on me.” Aeron extended the multi-tool to its common form: the bo-staff. “Come out where I can see you.” She called out into the emptiness. “Show me where you are or I’ll have no choice but to make you show yourself.”

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Aeron could feel this pang of hurt radiating from her chest in realizing that if what Uatu said was true, then he had witnesses everything done to her. In the moments when she felt the most alone, she wasn’t really. This being was there watching her.

“Uatu” She  whispered, looking him square in the face. “What do you want?, why are you here now, why have you come?”

@i-do-not-act He was silent for a moment before he replied. “I do not want anything,” said the towering alien creature. “I have come to watch, as is my duty. Much has happened and there is yet much to come.” @morphinemechanic 

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Watchful Visitations // Uatu and Zemo

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Uatu’s face became deadly serious. His massive eyes narrowed and his mouth was set in a hard line. “That information is not something I can tell you.” While he knew what was to pass, Zemo could not be privy to anything that could affect how he would act in the future. Not that it would make much of a difference in the long run… 

Without taking his eyes off the alien in the corner Zemo had the pistol in his hand and aimed once more at The Watcher. “Then you have no use in being here. Speak of what you have hinted at, or leave. Staying longer without revealing your information would be inadvisable.”

Curious as he was of the information from the alien, his patience was dwindling to the point that he no longer cared. In his mind, if the alien was unwilling to speak or leave willingly, then he’d leave by other methods. He had already wasted too much of the Baron’s time; the one commodity that Zemo did not have readily available currency for.

[i-do-not-act-blog]

The Watcher did not respond verbally to Zemo’s ultimatum. He slid back into the shadows without a word. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished as quickly as he had come.  Suddenly, a flood of images flashed in Zemo’s mind. Lush, green jungles. Glowing red waves of heat. Waves crashing against jagged black rocks. Pristine condominiums and resorts attractions. Ramshackle camps and small farms. A shadowy, imposing man in a crisp military uniform. Then Zemo found himself back in his office, alone. 

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Watchful Visitations // Uatu and Zemo

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“I sense a brutality in you, Baron Helmut Zemo of Earth, as well as much hate, boiling beneath the surface,” Uatu stated clinically. “I am called the Watcher. As my title suggests, I am tasked with watching history as it unfolds.”

Zemo had spent years training himself to never reveal his thoughts through his facial expressions. A study that he continued through to this day. So though the creature’s words surprised him, he did not allow the emotion to register a change. Uatu the Watcher? Zemo had heard of no such thing, but then again, the cosmos were never much interest to him in times past. Perhaps the time had come for a change of that. Clearly with alien creatures coming and making their home on Earth and with the Avengers, the time had come to look to the stars. 

“How astute of you, I am relieved the discharge of my pistol gave a clear enough indication,” the Baron offered, his voice drenched with sarcasm. “What purpose have you in watching me?”

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Uatu was quiet for a moment, but knew it was better to not keep Zemo waiting. He may lose his temper again. “You have a part to play in the events to come,” he said evenly.  “You are… important,” the towering alien added. It would help to stroke the Baron’s ego.  

[the13thsuperior-blog]

While intrigued by the words of the alien before him, the Baron gave no indication the words provided any benefit to his mood. He lowered his pistol, resting it on the desk near his hand. His eyes remained trained on “The Watcher,” not allowing his gaze to shift. 

“What events are to come?” Zemo asked, clearly something was being planned in the future, distant or not-so-otherwise. It would not do to be caught off guard. One creature had already slipped into his presence undetected and it would not do for other events or creatures to do the same. After all, Zemo had a reputation to maintain. A reputation that depended largely on how unlikely it was to do something or be somewhere that Zemo did not already expect. The Baron prided himself on his ability to judge outcomes without the use of supernatural abilities.

[i-do-not-act-blog]

Uatu’s face became deadly serious. His massive eyes narrowed and his mouth was set in a hard line. “That information is not something I can tell you.” While he knew what was to pass, Zemo could not be privy to anything that could affect how he would act in the future. Not that it would make much of a difference in the long run... 

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We Watch | Jessica and Uatu

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“Right.” Jessica replied before pulling a face, sticking to her defensive position. She was aware that she was probably in one of the safest parts of the room, where she could quickly duck behind her sturdy desk if needed, but she had no idea what the thing could do. For all she knew, it could be able to simply disintegrate the desk. Possibly her too.

“Okaay… so why is there an alien in my house?” she asked. In the past she’d have wondered if it was the amount of alcohol she’d had that had simply made her imagine the thing, but she was sober. “Is this some sort of trick? Like a prank with some sort of hologram? Am I dreaming…? Am I getting close?”

His large, milky white eyes reflected in the low light. He listened to her flurry of questions, but did not respond immediately, mulling over the queries for several seconds before answering.  “This is no dream,” the Watcher stated conclusively. “This is very much real.”

“Riiight,” Jessica replied, still not entirely convinced that the whole thing wasn’t a joke. She looked around, half expecting to see her friend Trish, or her Secretary Malcom, emerging from a hiding place to reveal their trick. But neither showed up. Frowning, Jessica relaxed from her defensive stance and crossed her arms instead.

“So… What the hell?” she asked with a shrug. “If this is ‘very much real’, what exactly are you here for huh?” 

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“I am the Watcher,” the extraterrestrial being stated frankly. “I watch.” The Terran called Jessica Jones was obviously on edge. “However, I cannot act. I mean you no harm.”

[morphinemechanic-blog]

It was another late night at Horace's Auto Shop. Someone was watching Aeron from the shadows as she worked on restoring her muscle car. As to how the large figure had fit into the garage into the first place was just as mysterious as the being itself. It was almost entirely cloaked in shadow, watching her as she practiced her craft. Moonlight reflected off its eyes as well as the long blue cape draped over one arm. Those eyes were fixated on Aeron, unmoving.

Aeron’s attention was tirelessly placed on the greased up engine before her, nothing but the steady rhythm of a socket wrench keeping her company. Another Sunday, another day to work on her baby. Give it another month and Aeron was confident that she’d be street ready. This beamed pride in her, to be able to construct by hand what her own powers could give to her instantly. Only proving to herself that she was just as skilled, mutant or not. Letting go of the tool that continued to tighten away,  she strode to the tool box to look for a bolt. 

The hairs on the nape of her neck began to rise, a sudden feeling that she was no longer alone began to fill in the spaces of the empty garage. Knowing all too well what it could mean if it wasn’t a friend  dropping by unannounced. Dropping the bolt back into the pile, Aeron’s hand reached for her multi-tool that was fasten to the back of her belt in it’s “tube” mode as she spun around looking for whatever had come across her path. 

“Far too late in the day to be getting the drop on me.” Aeron extended the multi-tool to its common form: the bo-staff. “Come out where I can see you.” She called out into the emptiness. “Show me where you are or I’ll have no choice but to make you show yourself.”

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[i-do-not-act-blog]

Uatu stepped out from the shadows into a beam of moonlight. His pale skin and smooth head shown like alabaster as they were illuminated. The long blue cloak wrapped around him fluttered momentarily before he was entirely still once again.  For a whole minute, he remained silent, as if he was pondering which words to choose. Finally, he spoke in a booming, alien-sounding voice. “I mean you no harm, Aeron Pike of Earth. In fact, I cannot harm you. To do so is forbidden. I merely observe.” The Watcher hoped to assuage any fears that the young mechanic may have. 

[morphinemechanic-blog]

In awe Aeron observed a bulbous being approach into a moonlit patch of the garage. His boisterous voice made her grip her weapon tighter as she scrambled to grasp what was unfolding. It knew her by name, and by naming her planet the mutant could only assume that he was not of her world.  A quiet grew between the two as Aeron also began to observe, drawing the teal life energy within her, coloring her dark eyes. 

He was human like, despite the proportions of his head to his body. Shrouded by a cloak that was as still as silence. After much thought, Aeron retracted her weapon, grabbing the grease rag from her pocket and began to clean her hands, tucking it away before asking.

“What could a being of the stars observe from me?”

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There was a lot of fight in him. He knew that she had fought her entire life. Her father. Her addiction. “Anything and everything,” Uatu replied simply, yet cryptically.  That was good. There was much more fighting to come. Aeron would have to use her sharp mind as well as her mutant powers in what was to come.   @morphinemechanic

[morphinemechanic-blog]

“Anything and everything.” Was his response, how maddening unhelpful he was. Aeron scrunched her face at him hoping he could ‘observe’ that she didn’t appreciate his cryptic tone, no closer to understanding how or why he was here. The mechanic waited another moment, staring at the bulbous man before she leaned to look around him. Then Aeron pointed to a red tool box, “If you’re gonna stay you need to be helpful, past that socket wrench.”

She returned to her Stang, hands on either side to assess what would be next. “You got a name?”  She asked.

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The alien creature minutely furrowed his broad brow. He looked a mix of genuinely confused and almost offended at her request. “I do not act,” he said in a booming whisper. “I cannot interfere.” That was the only explanation that he offered. “I am called Uatu the Watcher.”

[morphinemechanic-blog]

Aeron scoffed, “Well that’s fucking pointless.”  before she walked over to grab her tool, then turning to face her alien friend. “What’s the point of watching, if you won’t interfere, what if something bad happens, Uahtu?” She hoped she was able to pronounce his name correctly.

“If you’re doing all this watching, then you’ve seen the bad things too. Why don’t you stop it?”

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Uatu blinked a few times and frowned slightly. “I told you, I do not act. Such is the way of the Watchers. It is true that as you suggest, I have witnessed many horrible things.” He gave a thousand yard stare as he recollected all of the atrocities, natural or otherwise, that he had seen over the many millennia of his existence. 

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

It was out on her weekly errands that the figure was watching Gamora. The Zen-Whobarian woman had chosen to make her home here on Earth. How strange, that this little planet was so important in the events that had proceeded and the events to come, the Watcher thought to himself. Yet, it was his duty to observe history as it unfolded. He stood on the roof of a tenement building, gazing down the extraterrestrial warrior as she perused the window of a little bodega.

Gamora was quickly getting her errands done, it was a nice day and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could without anything else to do. She looked into the window of the bodega, wondering if she should go in or not, thinking about how much food she had left in her refrigerator and her cupboards. As she was looking she could not help but feel as if she was being watched, it certainly was not unusual that someone would stare. She waited a minute or so, and the feeling did not go away, she turned around slowly, looking across the street. No one had stopped, everyone seemed to be minding their own business, she looked again and this time she looked up. There was someone on the rooftop. Gamora crossed the street wondering just who this person was who was so intent on staring at her.

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

i-do-not-act:

He stared at her as she approached his position and continued to do so as they stood face to face. This did not appear to bother him at all. Silence hung in the air between them for several minutes.  “Yes,” he said simply. “I must watch.”

One of Gamora’s hands rested on her hip as she waited for an answer, and continued to wait. This was a strange being, she did not think she had ever seen something like him before. Finally he spoke, giving her a very odd answer. Well she knew he was not Terran, it crossed her mind that someone could have sent him, but he did not seem to care that she noticed him.

“And why must you watch? I assure you that what I am doing today is not worth watching. Unless you were expecting someone else to show?”

[i-do-not-act-blog]

“It is my duty,” he answered cryptically. The information he chose to release was limited. There was only so much that those he observed should know.  

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We Watch | Jessica and Uatu

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Jessica let out a deep sigh, head and arms resting on her desk, absentmindedly staring at the wall. She was bored. Sure, she liked being a Private Investigator, most of the time. Truthfully, she got impatient having to wait too much. And if it weren’t for the pay, she might have given it up years ago. She needed something else, something more exciting…

She lifted her head to look for a half full glass she knew she’d left on her desk when something in the corner of Jessica’s eye caught her attention. 

“What the hell?” she muttered upon seeing the reflection in the door’s window. Someone- or possibly something, seemed to be in her apartment, on the side of the room that she hadn’t just been staring at the wall of.

Jessica’s chair clattered to the floor as she got to her feet, instinctively taking up a defensive stance as she faced the-

“…alien?” she questioned, frowning as she stared at it in confusion. 

“By your standards, yes, I am, Jessica Jones of Earth.“

The towering creature was gazing directly at her, making eye contact. “By your frame of reference, yes, I am, Jessica Jones of Earth.” He stared intently at her. This was such a small, sad creature. Yet she would have her own part to play in the events to come. 

“Right.” Jessica replied before pulling a face, sticking to her defensive position. She was aware that she was probably in one of the safest parts of the room, where she could quickly duck behind her sturdy desk if needed, but she had no idea what the thing could do. For all she knew, it could be able to simply disintegrate the desk. Possibly her too.

“Okaay… so why is there an alien in my house?” she asked. In the past she’d have wondered if it was the amount of alcohol she’d had that had simply made her imagine the thing, but she was sober. “Is this some sort of trick? Like a prank with some sort of hologram? Am I dreaming…? Am I getting close?”

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His large, milky white eyes reflected in the low light. He listened to her flurry of questions, but did not respond immediately, mulling over the queries for several seconds before answering.  “This is no dream,” the Watcher stated conclusively. “This is very much real.”

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Watchful Visitations // Uatu and Zemo

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“I sense a brutality in you, Baron Helmut Zemo of Earth, as well as much hate, boiling beneath the surface,” Uatu stated clinically. “I am called the Watcher. As my title suggests, I am tasked with watching history as it unfolds.”

Zemo had spent years training himself to never reveal his thoughts through his facial expressions. A study that he continued through to this day. So though the creature’s words surprised him, he did not allow the emotion to register a change. Uatu the Watcher? Zemo had heard of no such thing, but then again, the cosmos were never much interest to him in times past. Perhaps the time had come for a change of that. Clearly with alien creatures coming and making their home on Earth and with the Avengers, the time had come to look to the stars. 

“How astute of you, I am relieved the discharge of my pistol gave a clear enough indication,” the Baron offered, his voice drenched with sarcasm. “What purpose have you in watching me?”

[i-do-not-act-blog]

Uatu was quiet for a moment, but knew it was better to not keep Zemo waiting. He may lose his temper again. “You have a part to play in the events to come,” he said evenly.  “You are... important,” the towering alien added. It would help to stroke the Baron’s ego.  

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

It was out on her weekly errands that the figure was watching Gamora. The Zen-Whobarian woman had chosen to make her home here on Earth. How strange, that this little planet was so important in the events that had proceeded and the events to come, the Watcher thought to himself. Yet, it was his duty to observe history as it unfolded. He stood on the roof of a tenement building, gazing down the extraterrestrial warrior as she perused the window of a little bodega.

Gamora was quickly getting her errands done, it was a nice day and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could without anything else to do. She looked into the window of the bodega, wondering if she should go in or not, thinking about how much food she had left in her refrigerator and her cupboards. As she was looking she could not help but feel as if she was being watched, it certainly was not unusual that someone would stare. She waited a minute or so, and the feeling did not go away, she turned around slowly, looking across the street. No one had stopped, everyone seemed to be minding their own business, she looked again and this time she looked up. There was someone on the rooftop. Gamora crossed the street wondering just who this person was who was so intent on staring at her.

[i-do-not-act-blog]

The tall being continued to stare at the green-skinned woman as she made her way across the street. It soon became clear that she had spotted him. His stare remained focused and intense.  She would play an important role in the changes to come. How could she not? After all, she was the “daughter” of Thanos and a formidable warrior in her own right.  @deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

Gamora looked back up to the roof, the strange person was still there, and still looking at her. She shook her head well that was just creepy, and she began to look for a way up. Eventually she saw the fire escape, she climbed quickly up to the roof, and looked at the man. He looked much taller from this angle, she moved closer to him, but slowly. “Any reason you are staring at me?” Whatever this person was, he was very out of place on Terra.

[i-do-not-act-blog]

He stared at her as she approached his position and continued to do so as they stood face to face. This did not appear to bother him at all. Silence hung in the air between them for several minutes.  “Yes,” he said simply. “I must watch.”

[morphinemechanic-blog]

It was another late night at Horace's Auto Shop. Someone was watching Aeron from the shadows as she worked on restoring her muscle car. As to how the large figure had fit into the garage into the first place was just as mysterious as the being itself. It was almost entirely cloaked in shadow, watching her as she practiced her craft. Moonlight reflected off its eyes as well as the long blue cape draped over one arm. Those eyes were fixated on Aeron, unmoving.

Aeron’s attention was tirelessly placed on the greased up engine before her, nothing but the steady rhythm of a socket wrench keeping her company. Another Sunday, another day to work on her baby. Give it another month and Aeron was confident that she’d be street ready. This beamed pride in her, to be able to construct by hand what her own powers could give to her instantly. Only proving to herself that she was just as skilled, mutant or not. Letting go of the tool that continued to tighten away,  she strode to the tool box to look for a bolt. 

The hairs on the nape of her neck began to rise, a sudden feeling that she was no longer alone began to fill in the spaces of the empty garage. Knowing all too well what it could mean if it wasn’t a friend  dropping by unannounced. Dropping the bolt back into the pile, Aeron’s hand reached for her multi-tool that was fasten to the back of her belt in it’s “tube” mode as she spun around looking for whatever had come across her path. 

“Far too late in the day to be getting the drop on me.” Aeron extended the multi-tool to its common form: the bo-staff. “Come out where I can see you.” She called out into the emptiness. “Show me where you are or I’ll have no choice but to make you show yourself.”

@i-do-not-act

[i-do-not-act-blog]

Uatu stepped out from the shadows into a beam of moonlight. His pale skin and smooth head shown like alabaster as they were illuminated. The long blue cloak wrapped around him fluttered momentarily before he was entirely still once again.  For a whole minute, he remained silent, as if he was pondering which words to choose. Finally, he spoke in a booming, alien-sounding voice. “I mean you no harm, Aeron Pike of Earth. In fact, I cannot harm you. To do so is forbidden. I merely observe.” The Watcher hoped to assuage any fears that the young mechanic may have. 

[morphinemechanic-blog]

In awe Aeron observed a bulbous being approach into a moonlit patch of the garage. His boisterous voice made her grip her weapon tighter as she scrambled to grasp what was unfolding. It knew her by name, and by naming her planet the mutant could only assume that he was not of her world.  A quiet grew between the two as Aeron also began to observe, drawing the teal life energy within her, coloring her dark eyes. 

He was human like, despite the proportions of his head to his body. Shrouded by a cloak that was as still as silence. After much thought, Aeron retracted her weapon, grabbing the grease rag from her pocket and began to clean her hands, tucking it away before asking.

“What could a being of the stars observe from me?”

@i-do-not-act

[i-do-not-act-blog]

There was a lot of fight in him. He knew that she had fought her entire life. Her father. Her addiction. “Anything and everything,” Uatu replied simply, yet cryptically.  That was good. There was much more fighting to come. Aeron would have to use her sharp mind as well as her mutant powers in what was to come.   @morphinemechanic

[morphinemechanic-blog]

“Anything and everything.” Was his response, how maddening unhelpful he was. Aeron scrunched her face at him hoping he could ‘observe’ that she didn’t appreciate his cryptic tone, no closer to understanding how or why he was here. The mechanic waited another moment, staring at the bulbous man before she leaned to look around him. Then Aeron pointed to a red tool box, “If you’re gonna stay you need to be helpful, past that socket wrench.”

She returned to her Stang, hands on either side to assess what would be next. “You got a name?”  She asked.

@i-do-not-act

[i-do-not-act-blog]

The alien creature minutely furrowed his broad brow. He looked a mix of genuinely confused and almost offended at her request. “I do not act,” he said in a booming whisper. “I cannot interfere.” That was the only explanation that he offered. “I am called Uatu the Watcher.”

[deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy]

It was out on her weekly errands that the figure was watching Gamora. The Zen-Whobarian woman had chosen to make her home here on Earth. How strange, that this little planet was so important in the events that had proceeded and the events to come, the Watcher thought to himself. Yet, it was his duty to observe history as it unfolded. He stood on the roof of a tenement building, gazing down the extraterrestrial warrior as she perused the window of a little bodega.

Gamora was quickly getting her errands done, it was a nice day and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could without anything else to do. She looked into the window of the bodega, wondering if she should go in or not, thinking about how much food she had left in her refrigerator and her cupboards. As she was looking she could not help but feel as if she was being watched, it certainly was not unusual that someone would stare. She waited a minute or so, and the feeling did not go away, she turned around slowly, looking across the street. No one had stopped, everyone seemed to be minding their own business, she looked again and this time she looked up. There was someone on the rooftop. Gamora crossed the street wondering just who this person was who was so intent on staring at her.

[i-do-not-act-blog]

The tall being continued to stare at the green-skinned woman as she made her way across the street. It soon became clear that she had spotted him. His stare remained focused and intense.  She would play an important role in the changes to come. How could she not? After all, she was the “daughter” of Thanos and a formidable warrior in her own right.  @deadliestwomaninthewholegalaxy

[morphinemechanic-blog]

It was another late night at Horace's Auto Shop. Someone was watching Aeron from the shadows as she worked on restoring her muscle car. As to how the large figure had fit into the garage into the first place was just as mysterious as the being itself. It was almost entirely cloaked in shadow, watching her as she practiced her craft. Moonlight reflected off its eyes as well as the long blue cape draped over one arm. Those eyes were fixated on Aeron, unmoving.

Aeron’s attention was tirelessly placed on the greased up engine before her, nothing but the steady rhythm of a socket wrench keeping her company. Another Sunday, another day to work on her baby. Give it another month and Aeron was confident that she’d be street ready. This beamed pride in her, to be able to construct by hand what her own powers could give to her instantly. Only proving to herself that she was just as skilled, mutant or not. Letting go of the tool that continued to tighten away,  she strode to the tool box to look for a bolt. 

The hairs on the nape of her neck began to rise, a sudden feeling that she was no longer alone began to fill in the spaces of the empty garage. Knowing all too well what it could mean if it wasn’t a friend  dropping by unannounced. Dropping the bolt back into the pile, Aeron’s hand reached for her multi-tool that was fasten to the back of her belt in it’s “tube” mode as she spun around looking for whatever had come across her path. 

“Far too late in the day to be getting the drop on me.” Aeron extended the multi-tool to its common form: the bo-staff. “Come out where I can see you.” She called out into the emptiness. “Show me where you are or I’ll have no choice but to make you show yourself.”

@i-do-not-act

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Uatu stepped out from the shadows into a beam of moonlight. His pale skin and smooth head shown like alabaster as they were illuminated. The long blue cloak wrapped around him fluttered momentarily before he was entirely still once again.  For a whole minute, he remained silent, as if he was pondering which words to choose. Finally, he spoke in a booming, alien-sounding voice. “I mean you no harm, Aeron Pike of Earth. In fact, I cannot harm you. To do so is forbidden. I merely observe.” The Watcher hoped to assuage any fears that the young mechanic may have. 

[morphinemechanic-blog]

In awe Aeron observed a bulbous being approach into a moonlit patch of the garage. His boisterous voice made her grip her weapon tighter as she scrambled to grasp what was unfolding. It knew her by name, and by naming her planet the mutant could only assume that he was not of her world.  A quiet grew between the two as Aeron also began to observe, drawing the teal life energy within her, coloring her dark eyes. 

He was human like, despite the proportions of his head to his body. Shrouded by a cloak that was as still as silence. After much thought, Aeron retracted her weapon, grabbing the grease rag from her pocket and began to clean her hands, tucking it away before asking.

“What could a being of the stars observe from me?”

@i-do-not-act

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There was a lot of fight in him. He knew that she had fought her entire life. Her father. Her addiction. “Anything and everything,” Uatu replied simply, yet cryptically.  That was good. There was much more fighting to come. Aeron would have to use her sharp mind as well as her mutant powers in what was to come.   @morphinemechanic

[i-do-not-act-blog]

We Watch | Jessica and Uatu

They were similar. Uatu almost found it funny, how both he and Jessica Jones observed others as their job. However, while she did it for money, the Watcher did so because it was his purpose. Over the course of his long life, he had seen planets be born and destroyed, empires rise and fall, and the birth of the Heroic Age.  It was in the newly refurbished glass pane of her front door that a glimpse of the figure would have caught her eye. His huge reflection loomed over the private detective, standing in the corner of the room. Uatu was unmoving and unflinching, watching Jessica, slumped at her desk. 

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Jessica let out a deep sigh, head and arms resting on her desk, absentmindedly staring at the wall. She was bored. Sure, she liked being a Private Investigator, most of the time. Truthfully, she got impatient having to wait too much. And if it weren’t for the pay, she might have given it up years ago. She needed something else, something more exciting…

She lifted her head to look for a half full glass she knew she’d left on her desk when something in the corner of Jessica’s eye caught her attention. 

“What the hell?” she muttered upon seeing the reflection in the door’s window. Someone- or possibly something, seemed to be in her apartment, on the side of the room that she hadn’t just been staring at the wall of.

Jessica’s chair clattered to the floor as she got to her feet, instinctively taking up a defensive stance as she faced the-

“…alien?” she questioned, frowning as she stared at it in confusion. 

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“By your standards, yes, I am, Jessica Jones of Earth.“

The towering creature was gazing directly at her, making eye contact. “By your frame of reference, yes, I am, Jessica Jones of Earth.” He stared intently at her. This was such a small, sad creature. Yet she would have her own part to play in the events to come. 

[the13thsuperior-blog]

Watchful Visitations // Uatu and Zemo

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The bullet passed right by Uatu’s large, bulbous head, but he hardly reacted at all. His brows furrowed slightly. This one’s actions confused him. What result was Zemo expecting to obtain from another, more overt, threat. He eventually broke the silence, speaking only five words: “Such an outburst is futile.” 

His voice was bizarrely calm and chilling, with some unidentifiable accent to it. Even at a volume barely above a whisper, it reached the Hydra high commander’s ears perfectly. Everything about it, about him in general, was so clearly alien. 

Zemo’s expression gave nothing away as the creature spoke. Quiet as it was, the stillness of the room allowed its voice to carry. Zemo did not move his arm, gun still fixed on its target. It may have spoken, but that did not mean it would continue to. 

“Then next time speak. I do not have time for silent guests.” Zemo replied in an equally calm and chilling voice. “Who are you and why are you here? I would answer if I were you, the next bullet will be much closer.”

[i-do-not-act-blog]

“I sense a brutality in you, Baron Helmut Zemo of Earth, as well as much hate, boiling beneath the surface,” Uatu stated clinically. “I am called the Watcher. As my title suggests, I am tasked with watching history as it unfolds.”