Mikey Walker

hi daddy :]

can come to tower again?

dimestore-captn-america

Legally, I should be allowed to throw people off the Watchtower.

weeeeeeeeeee

#mikey yaps

It was early morning. John had just returned from God knows where, having disappeared without a trace, without a second thought.

He looked tired. Worn out. Haunted, almost.

But how the hell can someone who took another man's life so easily look haunted? He shouldn't be *guilty*.

Diesel pawed at his leg, breaking him from his spiral. The big dog was always there, when he was on the flight, or trying to confront his Ma again. Diesel was there when he was camping, no where else to go. Because he didn't feel he was needed. Didn't feel like the tower was really a home. He needed some time to himself. Just him and his dog.

(quiet tags - @therealbobreynolds @avastarr-official and whoever else)

*he pushes open his dad’s door, crawling up onto john’s bed*

daddy!

Something in him lit up, he always loved his son. No matter what happened.

"Hey, kiddo. Look at you! Growing to be strong like your ma, huh?" He spoke, not really thinking.

Diesel even came up to Mikey, sniffing at the toddler.

*he squeals, giving the puppy a few pets*

*he adores his daddy, even dressing up as him for halloween, which he’s still wearing the costume right now, letting Diesel sniff at his “shield” which is really just a painted frisbee*

i super strong!

*he is a little more stronger then your average toddler, though not enough where his parents have had to worry about any mutant abilities*

"Yes you are! You're the strongest, aren't'cha?" He laughed, bouncing his leg with Mikey.

Diesel panted happily, tail wagging.

*mikey tries to stand up on john’s leg, wrapping his arms around his daddy’s neck.*

can we go park?

He nodded, nudging Diesel out of the way so he could get ready. "Course we can, buddy. Let me get myself and Diesel ready."

*he cheers, hopping off the bed and toddling around, grabbing at some of the nicknacks on john’s shelves*

He smiled, putting Diesel's vest on. He grabbed his own boots, keeping an eye on his son.

Once at the park, John let both his son and Diesel loose to play. He trusted his dog to be gentle.

*mikey toddles around with Diesel, picking up a little stick and tossing it for the puppy to go fetch.*

daddy, can i have doggy too?

*he asks with puppy eyes*

"That's something to ask your mom. But you can play with Diesel everyday you visit," He promised, smiling as he watched his dog play with his son.

can visit more?

*he asks, moving to cling to johns pant leg*

sun-tamer

*he flops in ur lap* hi !

- @mikeywalker

Hadia grabs onto Mikey and positions him better, “Hello,” she salutes calmly with a pleasant smile.

*mikey squeals, bouncing around*

can we gets ice creams?

It was early morning. John had just returned from God knows where, having disappeared without a trace, without a second thought.

He looked tired. Worn out. Haunted, almost.

But how the hell can someone who took another man's life so easily look haunted? He shouldn't be *guilty*.

Diesel pawed at his leg, breaking him from his spiral. The big dog was always there, when he was on the flight, or trying to confront his Ma again. Diesel was there when he was camping, no where else to go. Because he didn't feel he was needed. Didn't feel like the tower was really a home. He needed some time to himself. Just him and his dog.

(quiet tags - @therealbobreynolds @avastarr-official and whoever else)

*he pushes open his dad’s door, crawling up onto john’s bed*

daddy!

Something in him lit up, he always loved his son. No matter what happened.

"Hey, kiddo. Look at you! Growing to be strong like your ma, huh?" He spoke, not really thinking.

Diesel even came up to Mikey, sniffing at the toddler.

*he squeals, giving the puppy a few pets*

*he adores his daddy, even dressing up as him for halloween, which he’s still wearing the costume right now, letting Diesel sniff at his “shield” which is really just a painted frisbee*

i super strong!

*he is a little more stronger then your average toddler, though not enough where his parents have had to worry about any mutant abilities*

"Yes you are! You're the strongest, aren't'cha?" He laughed, bouncing his leg with Mikey.

Diesel panted happily, tail wagging.

*mikey tries to stand up on john’s leg, wrapping his arms around his daddy’s neck.*

can we go park?

He nodded, nudging Diesel out of the way so he could get ready. "Course we can, buddy. Let me get myself and Diesel ready."

*he cheers, hopping off the bed and toddling around, grabbing at some of the nicknacks on john’s shelves*

He smiled, putting Diesel's vest on. He grabbed his own boots, keeping an eye on his son.

Once at the park, John let both his son and Diesel loose to play. He trusted his dog to be gentle.

*mikey toddles around with Diesel, picking up a little stick and tossing it for the puppy to go fetch.*

daddy, can i have doggy too?

*he asks with puppy eyes*

dimestore-captn-america

*he tugs on your pant leg*

- @mikeywalker

The tired man's eyes were thoroughly glued to his laptop screen, sat at one of the bar stools in the Watchtower's living area. John Walker scrolled through the working divorce decree with a hand cradling his temple, before feeling a small hand trying to grab his attention. Blue eyes snapped away, looking toward the child.

Right. Supposed to be taking care of the kid. US Agent reminded himself, mustering a smile.

"Hey bud, d'you need anything?"

#mikey yaps #aw man this post didn’t tag me until now #wtf tumblr

*mikey tries to crawl into john’s lap, sensing that his dad isn’t feeling well*

mommy says hug make anyone feel better.

*he decides he’s set on this path, holding on a bit stronger then a kid his age would, managing to heave himself up into john’s lap*

hug time!

*he wraps his arms around john*

It was early morning. John had just returned from God knows where, having disappeared without a trace, without a second thought.

He looked tired. Worn out. Haunted, almost.

But how the hell can someone who took another man's life so easily look haunted? He shouldn't be *guilty*.

Diesel pawed at his leg, breaking him from his spiral. The big dog was always there, when he was on the flight, or trying to confront his Ma again. Diesel was there when he was camping, no where else to go. Because he didn't feel he was needed. Didn't feel like the tower was really a home. He needed some time to himself. Just him and his dog.

(quiet tags - @therealbobreynolds @avastarr-official and whoever else)

*he pushes open his dad’s door, crawling up onto john’s bed*

daddy!

Something in him lit up, he always loved his son. No matter what happened.

"Hey, kiddo. Look at you! Growing to be strong like your ma, huh?" He spoke, not really thinking.

Diesel even came up to Mikey, sniffing at the toddler.

*he squeals, giving the puppy a few pets*

*he adores his daddy, even dressing up as him for halloween, which he’s still wearing the costume right now, letting Diesel sniff at his “shield” which is really just a painted frisbee*

i super strong!

*he is a little more stronger then your average toddler, though not enough where his parents have had to worry about any mutant abilities*

"Yes you are! You're the strongest, aren't'cha?" He laughed, bouncing his leg with Mikey.

Diesel panted happily, tail wagging.

*mikey tries to stand up on john’s leg, wrapping his arms around his daddy’s neck.*

can we go park?

He nodded, nudging Diesel out of the way so he could get ready. "Course we can, buddy. Let me get myself and Diesel ready."

*he cheers, hopping off the bed and toddling around, grabbing at some of the nicknacks on john’s shelves*

It was early morning. John had just returned from God knows where, having disappeared without a trace, without a second thought.

He looked tired. Worn out. Haunted, almost.

But how the hell can someone who took another man's life so easily look haunted? He shouldn't be *guilty*.

Diesel pawed at his leg, breaking him from his spiral. The big dog was always there, when he was on the flight, or trying to confront his Ma again. Diesel was there when he was camping, no where else to go. Because he didn't feel he was needed. Didn't feel like the tower was really a home. He needed some time to himself. Just him and his dog.

(quiet tags - @therealbobreynolds @avastarr-official and whoever else)

*he pushes open his dad’s door, crawling up onto john’s bed*

daddy!

Something in him lit up, he always loved his son. No matter what happened.

"Hey, kiddo. Look at you! Growing to be strong like your ma, huh?" He spoke, not really thinking.

Diesel even came up to Mikey, sniffing at the toddler.

*he squeals, giving the puppy a few pets*

*he adores his daddy, even dressing up as him for halloween, which he’s still wearing the costume right now, letting Diesel sniff at his “shield” which is really just a painted frisbee*

i super strong!

*he is a little more stronger then your average toddler, though not enough where his parents have had to worry about any mutant abilities*

"Yes you are! You're the strongest, aren't'cha?" He laughed, bouncing his leg with Mikey.

Diesel panted happily, tail wagging.

*mikey tries to stand up on john’s leg, wrapping his arms around his daddy’s neck.*

can we go park?

It was early morning. John had just returned from God knows where, having disappeared without a trace, without a second thought.

He looked tired. Worn out. Haunted, almost.

But how the hell can someone who took another man's life so easily look haunted? He shouldn't be *guilty*.

Diesel pawed at his leg, breaking him from his spiral. The big dog was always there, when he was on the flight, or trying to confront his Ma again. Diesel was there when he was camping, no where else to go. Because he didn't feel he was needed. Didn't feel like the tower was really a home. He needed some time to himself. Just him and his dog.

(quiet tags - @therealbobreynolds @avastarr-official and whoever else)

*he pushes open his dad’s door, crawling up onto john’s bed*

daddy!

Something in him lit up, he always loved his son. No matter what happened.

"Hey, kiddo. Look at you! Growing to be strong like your ma, huh?" He spoke, not really thinking.

Diesel even came up to Mikey, sniffing at the toddler.

*he squeals, giving the puppy a few pets*

*he adores his daddy, even dressing up as him for halloween, which he’s still wearing the costume right now, letting Diesel sniff at his “shield” which is really just a painted frisbee*

i super strong!

*he is a little more stronger then your average toddler, though not enough where his parents have had to worry about any mutant abilities*

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It was early morning. John had just returned from God knows where, having disappeared without a trace, without a second thought.

He looked tired. Worn out. Haunted, almost.

But how the hell can someone who took another man's life so easily look haunted? He shouldn't be *guilty*.

Diesel pawed at his leg, breaking him from his spiral. The big dog was always there, when he was on the flight, or trying to confront his Ma again. Diesel was there when he was camping, no where else to go. Because he didn't feel he was needed. Didn't feel like the tower was really a home. He needed some time to himself. Just him and his dog.

(quiet tags - @therealbobreynolds @avastarr-official and whoever else)

#mikey yaps #mikey reblog

*he pushes open his dad’s door, crawling up onto john’s bed*

daddy!

*he wraps himself up in your long cape*

hi mister sentry!

~ @mikeywalker

"hello there, little one" he hums, giving him an awkward but warm smile "not with dad?"

*he squeals, stamping his feet happily*

daddy busy!

"too busy for his buddy? Well, that should be considered a crime" Sentry answered, just watching him for some time before speaking up again. "You hungry?"

*he cheers, snuggling into the warm cape*

snack time!

He carefully picks up the kid, walking towards the kitchen. "I think your dad left some food in fridge. So we'll heat that up, okay? How does that sound?"

*he nods*

you like cartoon mister sentry ?

"mhm. And what about you, little guy?" He sets him on the table. Than he takes the food out the fridge, starting to heat it up

like bluey! *he swings his legs*

#mikey yaps #mikey answers

Also if you need glitter bombs don't be afraid to ask me

daddy says i cant play with glitters

*he wraps himself up in your long cape*

hi mister sentry!

~ @mikeywalker

"hello there, little one" he hums, giving him an awkward but warm smile "not with dad?"

*he squeals, stamping his feet happily*

daddy busy!

"too busy for his buddy? Well, that should be considered a crime" Sentry answered, just watching him for some time before speaking up again. "You hungry?"

*he cheers, snuggling into the warm cape*

snack time!

He carefully picks up the kid, walking towards the kitchen. "I think your dad left some food in fridge. So we'll heat that up, okay? How does that sound?"

*he nods*

you like cartoon mister sentry ?

*he wraps himself up in your long cape*

hi mister sentry!

~ @mikeywalker

"hello there, little one" he hums, giving him an awkward but warm smile "not with dad?"

*he squeals, stamping his feet happily*

daddy busy!

"too busy for his buddy? Well, that should be considered a crime" Sentry answered, just watching him for some time before speaking up again. "You hungry?"

*he cheers, snuggling into the warm cape*

snack time!