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akagoddammit:

Sometimes, even with Stark laying beside her, she still couldn’t sleep. And she was trying desperately not to reach for a bottle to rectify that problems, so she fell on an old standby – late night walks. The rooftops weren’t exactly safe anymore, that was the first place the Strike Force and Syndicate looked for heroes, and she wasn’t looking for a fight tonight. She kept her hood pulled up over her head, eyes down on the ground, especially when she passed by a group of Strike Force. The woman in front of her tensed up, too – Jessica couldn’t help but notice. She was intrigued, her curiosity piqued, and before she knew it, her midnight wandering had turned into midnight stalking. That had happened more than once before.

Getting caught in the act was new, though. Jessica stopped dead in her tracks when the woman turned around slowly. Her breath caught in her throat – maybe she was a Syndicate without the hood? Were they getting that goddamn sneaky now? Was that how they’d gotten into Trish’s building in the first place? She stiffened, every muscle tense, hands curling into fists in her pocket. “We got a problem?” she called out, ready for however this played out.

Jennifer was expecting Strike when she turned around. Or Syndicate. Or a group of people who were taking advantage of the chaos looking to jump a woman in a nice suit. But it was just a single woman in a hoodie. It wasn’t really anyone she recognized, but there was also something familiar about her. Not familiar enough for Jen to let her guard down though. She was holding her cards close to her chest, ready to hulk out at any moment, but not wanting to do anything too soon. “Odd question to ask given that you’re the one following me.” She stated, firmness in her voice.

More than anything, Jennifer wanted to know why this woman had followed her. Was it another assassination attempt? Was it because of her legal career opposed to hero career? A combination of both? Either way, there was fear in the pit of her stomach. She knew that if there was a gun, another shot to the gut, Hulkie would bust out and save her before any damage was done. “But I don’t know, do we?”

#jessica #akagoddammit #//why do i love them already

@the-m3chanic

Coming from a legal standpoint, Jennifer understood the immense divide between heroes over the signing of the accords. People were scared, and they didn’t know who could be trusted. But Jennifer knew where she stood, transparency was always worth fighting for. As time passed, those registered heroes were being outnumbered by those unwilling to register. Jennifer just tried to stay out of it all, she kept to herself, helped when it was needed, didn’t report any of those unregistered. But then the murders began, and the Chrysler talks happened, and now war was erupting. Suddenly something Jen had been so damn sure of, felt like the biggest scam in the world. Jessica was never really in support of them, despite her face, which left only one person for Jennifer to go talk to who’d really understand what she was feeling. Tony Stark.

She had left work early and made her way to Stark HQ. Admittedly, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get in without an appointment. Instead of bothering to check in at the reception area, Jen just walked into the building with purpose. Naturally, it didn’t take long for a security guard to stop her. After refusing to let her up without an appointment, Jen pulled a folded up piece of paper out of her bag and held it up to the security guard. “I have a warrant, I need to speak to Mr. Stark in his office.” It was a legitimate warrant… just not for Tony Stark. But it was enough to fool the guard, who escorted her to Tony’s office and told her that they’d inform Mr. Stark that she was here to see him.

It didn’t take long for Tony to appear, and Jen just smiled sheepishly at him when he walked in. “Sorry for the theatrics, but they wouldn’t let me in and faking a warrant felt like a better choice than going full hulk in your lobby.” She offered apologetically.

#tony #the-m3chanic #//lemme know if you want me to change anything!!!#//this is backdated to like right when war broke out

@pxterparkour

Even though New York was at war, Jennifer Walters still had a day job to maintain. Which meant from 8 in the morning until about 6 in the evening, she looked like your average American attorney. It was within that time range that Jen was on her way back home from the office, not really paying strict attention to her surroundings, when she suddenly began to feel like she was being followed. She hoped that she was just being paranoid, because the last thing she needed right now was to ruin another suit by having to unleash the hulk. So she made a few quick and unexpected turns, and sure enough the footsteps behind her followed her movements. Then they began to get closer, but there was only one set of footsteps that she could detect, so it didn’t feel likely that it was strike force or syndicate. Probably just your run of the mill petty criminal.

Jennifer made a sharp turn down an alley, figuring isolating herself would be best if she was going to have to fight. She turned around to face the guy who had been following her, and in a quick movement, he pulled a gun out from his waistband and aimed it at her. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a brief moment she flashed back to New Mexico, when she was shot and left for dead all those years ago. It took her a few moments to snap back to reality, and she threw her purse at the guy's feet, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to toy with him a bit, let him think he won before taking him down. “Look, you’ve just made a really bad mistake here man. I implore you to lower your weapon, kick it over to me, and agree to turn yourself over to the authorities before things get messy.”

#pxterparkour #peter #//lemme know if you want me to change anything!!!

@machinewar68

[text: I’ve had a long week. Wanna meet me for brunch this weekend? My treat.]

Two days later

[text: What about steak and hard liquor? You know, if brunch isn’t your thing.]

Three days later

[text: At least let me know you’re doing okay?]

A few days later

[text: Probably shouldn’t give you warning since I’m sure you’ll lock the door and pretend you’re not home, but I’m coming over.]

Jennifer had known Rhodey for near a decade. He was never one to not return a phone call or text. In her experience, he often initiated them in fact. But Rhodey wasn’t exactly himself lately, something she knew all too well about. When her hulk first made an appearance, Jennifer felt like isolation was the only option. She cut out everyone for a while, had no social life, sulked day in and day out. She couldn’t attest to what James was up to, but his lack of communication lately made her fear the worst.

On her way home from work, she stopped at the market and grabbed some ingredients to make enchiladas. She wasn’t the most incredible cook, but she could throw down some tex mex. She stopped home to change before making her way down to Rhodey’s place. The first knock went unanswered, which went along with what she was expecting. A few more knocks later, Jen let out a soft sigh. “Need I remind you who’s on the other side of this door, man? I don’t care how many deadbolts you got, we both know one push from me and this door is gone.” She’d never actually rip his door off the hinges, but she was hoping that the threat alone was enough to show him that she wasn’t planning on just leaving without seeing him.

#rhodey #machinewar68 #//lemme know if you want me to change anything!!!

War. She’d never been involved in one before, but this is what Jennifer imagined it felt like. She had joined the Accords on her own free will, believing it to be the transparency necessary to keep everything running smoothly in this new world order. Once the Strike Force got introduced, she felt a bit uneasy. But instead of doing anything, she just ignored it, and tried to focus on her own life. But then heroes started dying, an things got harder to ignore. That’s when she found out Jessica had been a spy on the inside, supporting the accords on face value only. It was honestly a bit relieving, because Jen was beginning to have her doubts.

Those doubts washed into firm beliefs of opposition the moment Orse declared war. Now civilians were being harmed, children were being shot. The world had erupted into chaos, and it was taking a toll on Jennifer. The past few weeks she had been more hulk than human, finding it easier to deal with everything while hiding behind her alter ego. She had been letting everything build up for so long, that she finally felt broken. Naturally, she found herself standing outside Jess’ door, knocking faintly.

She finally was ready to talk about it all, desperately hoping there was a plan of action in place that she had just been blissfully unaware of until now. When the door opened she smiled weakly, then held up a bag with two bottles of wine that she picked up from the bodega across the street. “I kinda feel like drinking and talking and crying. Care to join me with the drinking and talking part?”

@spydcrwoman

#jessica #spydcrwoman #//lemme know if you want me to change anything!!!#im still getting back into writing so sorry if this is shit

Signing the Accords felt right at the time. She read the treaty over maybe ten times before finally putting her name to it, classic lawyer intuition. Jen didn’t love a lot of the terminology being used, she didn’t like the “registered” vs “unregistered” concept, but she liked the idea of accountability. It wasn’t that she thought heroes weren’t doing what was right, she just worried what might happen if down the line someone strayed from the righteous path. Oversight always felt like a positive thing to her. But now she didn’t know what to believe, or who to trust.

So when she was walking home from her office late at night and noticed a large group of Strike Force members hanging around the corner, she stopped in her tracks. She thought about turning around, taking a different way home or maybe crashing at a friends house, but then she heard footsteps approaching from behind, and her whole body tensed up. Jen didn’t want to hulk out if it wasn’t necessary, especially since she was wearing a brand new dress that fit her just right. Instead she turned around slowly, waiting to determine if the person behind her was a threat or not before making any impulsive decisions.

#rebuildstarter #//idk come chill w/ hulkie #open #rebuildevent2

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[text: Red Hot]: Is your hair just that color or do you dye it?

#natasha #slcvicshadow #text #text:natasha

SEND “%” FOR A CURIOUS TEXT.

[text: ?] Do you think Thor is considered as attractive on Asgard?

[text: ?] Or do you think it’s like a whole planet of supermodels and he’s just like average?

#renee #text #text:renee #qxestion

“%” for a CURIOUS text.

[text, Barbara]: Very important question.

[text, Barbara]: Do you think Batman sits at home in his Batsuit or do you think he just puts it on when his crime senses are tingling?

#barbara #text #text:barbara #thexoracle

ø [late night text]

SEND “Ø” FOR A LATE NIGHT TEXT.

[text: Brucey] Feelin a little homesick lately.

[text: Brucey] Wanna come over and cook dinner with me and relax tonight?

#bruce #text #text:bruce #exposed-likeanerve

& Jess

SEND “&” FOR A LOVING TEXT.

[text: Jess She Can]: I was out shopping on my lunch break and I saw a jacket that just screamed ‘Jessica’.

[text: Jess She Can]: So it’s on it’s way to your place.

[text: Jess She Can]: xoxo

#jessica #text #text:jessica #spydcrwoman #hcwkguys

SEND “#” FOR A RANDOM TEXT.

[text: Birdman] Do you remember that taco place we used to go to all the time?

[text: Birdman] Tito’s tacos?

[text: Birdman] I want those tacos, but the place I thought it was is defenitly not it.

#text #clint #text:clint #hcwkguys

rpmememaker

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#gimme some for Jenn

pagingkarxnpage:

“It’s sad to say that Hell’s Kitchen is the safest place in the city right now.”

“That can’t be right. I mean, admittedly I haven’t been to Hell’s Kitchen in a hot minute, but that can’t be right.”

#karen #pagingkarxnpage

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#face #fc #hulkie

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