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So I was introduced to this cover today… what a voice

#;music #Okay but Matt likes this one more than the Simon & Garfunkel one

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#;visage #;sort of Jonesing #;the queue of hells kitchen

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Defenders + hoodie

#;visage #;we will defend #Get ya a boy who can do both?#;the queue of hells kitchen

The Defenders

Luke Cage: From now on, we are using codenames. You can address me as eagle one. Jessica is been there, done that

Jessica: ...

Luke Cage: Claire is currently doing that

Claire Temple: *high fives Luke*

Luke Cage: Misty is it happened once, in a dream

Misty: *winks*

Luke Cage: Danny is if I had to pick a dude

Danny: *smiles*

Luke Cage: and Matt is. . . eagle two.

Matt: Oh thank god.

#;we will defend #I expect this in the Defenders at some point...#;the queue of hells kitchen

carliecox

#;visage #;the queue of hells kitchen

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Charlie Cox, Krysten Ritter, Mike Colter and Finn Jones in Entertainment Weekly’s first look at THE DEFENDERS

#;we will defend #;the queue of hells kitchen

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#;visage #;the queue of hells kitchen

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#;visage #;the queue of hells kitchen

akamatthewmurdock

#*actively cries*#Is it Friday yet?#;visage #;we will defend #This is going to be beautiful #I need a Danny he's just so adorable #Please?#Someone?#Someone who isn't me?

Matt scolded himself internally for wondering where today was going to go wrong earlier, as spectacularly it has been going before. It was one thing to have a bad client, or a rude prosecutor, or any number of other things so wrong, scalding coffee was pretty terrible. It seeped into his shirt and warmed his skin, and it was uncomfortable and dripping down his front. He’d have to run the few blocks home before his meeting with yet another client. Maybe he should start leaving spare suits at the office, now that he didn’t have anyone to run out to get coffee. It was a thought.

“It’s… it’s fine. Really.” Matt almost laughed, though he was a bit relieved to find the man’s apology was genuine. He didn’t even so much mind him shoving him inside and away from the door, and he hobbled towards the condiment table to dab at his shirt with napkins. And his now-sticky cane. And he just threw the remnants of his coffee and Danish away. Sadly. “It’s fine, really. I think I’ll live. I’m not doctor, but the prognosis is pretty positive. And the face is still in tact, which means my charm still works. That's the important part.”

#hxwkgxy

His cane folded up easily, and Matt slipped it into the inside front pocket of his jacket, the weight comfortable against his shirt. ‘Good kid’ might have been an understatement, and humble to boot. He smiled a little, genuine and soft, inviting.

“I’m sure he does. It’s as much the quality of the food as it is Stan, and there aren’t many vendors as generous as he is, if you’re the right kind of person. He’ll either give you the shirt off his back, or a kick in the ass.” He tried not to laugh at the sound of the super’s shrug, even though the habit was a bit hilarious to him. It took Foggy years to realize all the little things.

“That’s good. I mean, I’m sure you felt it was only right, but… too many people in this city turn cheek. It’s always good to see someone doing some real good here.” Matt cocked his head towards the window, listening to Stan cook. “Have you already paid?” He hadn’t met much as far as the other heroes looking out for New York. He could always repay their hard work, even if it wasn’t in costume.

#spiderofscience

Can't stand bullies

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open to all - if more than one person replies, I’ll split the threads into separate posts

A dear friend had once told Steve that when being undercover, you walk and don’t run. Steve was currently running, ignoring that dear friend’s advice but then again he had never been very good at following orders. Plus he had a reason to run, a damned good reason. Good enough that he was willing to risk being caught out in the open.

“Get away from her,” Steve yelled at the gang that were circling a young girl. The girl curled up, her arms over her head in an effort to protect herself from the gang. A couple of the gang broke away and ran off but three of them stayed. One looked directly at Steve while the others continued to kick and punch at the girl.

Steve reached them and grabbed one of the kids by the shoulder. He pulled the kid away from the girl and threw him to the ground. The girl remained where she was, frozen with fear. Steve shoved the other kicking kid away from her and confronted the one who stared at him. “I said get away from her.” Steve stood between the remaining gang member and the girl, shielding her with his own body. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, kid. Walk away. Now.”

Patrolling the outskirts of Hell’s Kitchen yielded him to sounds that extended beyond the piece of New York he claimed under his own protection. It afforded him a nice bit of cardio, however, and he skirted across rooftops and whipped his way over roadways to approach the sounds of a fight. One that didn’t seem to be in favor of one particular victim.

He heard the voice before he made his way down into an adjacent alley, heading off the young men running from the scene. Some sprinted passed him, one raised his fist and was unconscious on the ground in the same breath, and the devil headed towards the scene of the crime. He was not surprised to find the frightened heartbeat of the girl, whimpering on the ground, or her assailant a few feet away, a chord of terror striking his own heart. He was, however, surprised by a third heartbeat, a more defiant sound, coupled with a strength that was foreign. There were very few people this could be.

“I don’t think that was a suggestion.” The devil sneered, extending his billy club to a staff height. He twirled it, showing off just a bit. “Based on the number of buddies of yours I passed, I’d say two on one is fair play. So please, by all means, stick around and see how you fair. It won’t be a cheap hospital ticket, that’s for sure.”

#captainsgrxgers #/figured i'd just copy it and put in on a new post #/i reread my starter to you and it was basically this but... not as well written so... feel free to ignore it totally your call...

sharaxbae

“A hello doesn’t stop someone from trying to kill you, and I don’t know if you want to kill me yet. So, consider me suspicious.” Jessica crossed her arms loosely. She was wearing her new costume, a great upgrade from her cringe-worthy old one. She walked closer to the hero, and inspected him for a moment.

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“Excellent deduction, Watson. I don’t kill people, though, so… a bit flawed.” The devil quipped back, sliding up from his seated position. She smelled new as she slipped closer, and he recognized the smell of new fabric, clean and free from debris. “Not that you don’t have reason to be. Still, must not be hip on all the New York gossip. Devil only in name.” He cocked a smirk at that.

#thexspiderwoman

It was the smell and the stale taste of metal hit his senses before he had a chance to speak again, strong enough that he almost gagged. He’d forgotten about the cybernetics that plagued the mutant, though being a defining characteristic, he couldn’t think of why he had. Particularly with such a strong reaction on his part.

“As many seem to be these days.” He concentrated on the man’s calming heartbeat, aware of how he was working to steady himself. “Punctuality is still important. Good to know I’m not the only one holding that thought.” The devil sighed, his own arms moving to cross over his chest. It was hard to know who to trust, and the Accords only made it harder. “I’m making sure neither of us is wasting his time. The X-men claimed neutrality, that doesn’t mean mutants outside their group haven’t.” He pointed out, his arms dropping from their crossed position over his chest. Neither might he forthcoming about who they were, but individuals had their own thoughts on the Accords. Including Cable. “If that’s not what this is about…”

#gunsandhope