tony stark

[signcfthetiimes]

"hmm," yelena hummed, eyeing the tiny wound like it was some kind of tactical failure. "you are bleeding because of... paper." she made a face, half disbelief, half amusement. "this is very sad. very tragic." without asking, she gently took the other's hand in hers, turning it so she could inspect the cut herself. "you know, in spy school, they teach you to endure torture. knife wounds. gunshots. electric shocks." she made a vague gesture, then smirked. "but you? you survive the paper. impressive." she reached into her pocket again and pulled out a crumpled little packet. "lucky for you, i have band aids." yelena carefully peeled one open, her touch surprisingly gentle as she placed it over the finger. "there. now you live to write another day." a pause. then, deadpan: "maybe use computer next time. less danger."

[nixetdracones]

“I know,” Lois said, pulling a tragic face for just a moment before it dissolved into a grin. “I expect I’ll be in one of those pieces on the 11 o’clock news where they play the really moving, soft piano music over the B-roll.” She mimed playing the piano with her free hand to really drive the point home. She grinned. “How do you know I’ve never been stabbed before?” she quipped. “Or shot, for that matter?” She had most certainly been shot at, but there was a perk to having a bulletproof significant other. “You do?” Lois raised an eyebrow as Yelena gently dealt with her little papercut. “I was expecting the ones with rainbows and unicorns out of you,” she teased. “Thank you.” She grinned again. “What’s life without a little danger?”

[tiltedcrowns-deactivated2025042]

He hadn't expected to run into her at the local coffee shop, having stopped by after his classes to get his regular. "I didn't expect to see you here," he spoke up, offering Pepper a small smile. "It's nice to see a familiar face. But if you're here, and I'm here, who's keeping Stark in line?" @nixetdracones

[nixetdracones]

Pepper offered Bruce a smile, though she let out a soft huff at his words. Of the many things to worry about in this strange life, Tony Stark was definitely at the top of her list, as unhealthy as that may be. “God, I don’t really want to think about that,” she said, with a soft laugh. “Something is probably destroyed by now, if not in complete rubble from some kind of explosion.” she smiled softly. “It’s nice to see you, too, though. Have you been doing alright?” 

[stcrlessnight]

@ivycovestarters

It had been quite a day, to say the least, and Arthur really, really needed a drink. He had had plenty of calls from people who needed stuff fixed, and not all of them had been polite about it either. In fact, there had been an awful lot of cranky people he had been dealing with today. On top of that, he was still dealing with missing chunks of his memories, which did not put him in any better of a mood.

He really wanted to have a drink in peace, so when someone sat down beside him, he frowned and grumbled a bit, but refrained from truly complaining. Instead, he asked, "You ever jus' have one o' those days? Seems like I been havin' a lot o' 'em lately." Though he mostly seemed to be addressing his glass instead of the other person.

[nixetdracones]

Rose couldn’t help but snort at the guy’s question, shifting her gaze over to him. “Uh, yeah,” she said, with a dry chuckle that didn’t really carry all that much humor in it. “It seems like my entire life has been made up of those days. Let’s just say my childhood started out rough and it really didn’t get that much better.” Rough might not be the best word to describe what had happened to her as a baby, but getting into it would be way too complicated. Not to mention the fact it would sound completely, totally insane. The least crazy thing to happen was when she’d flown away in a helicopter while the village below exploded. 

[stcrlessnight]

@ivycovestarters

While there were a lot of pluses about being human that Tramp was certainly enjoying, there were also some things that he needed to remember were not so easy for him to do anymore. Trying to get through a crowd easily was one of them. As a dog, it was no problem to slip in and around peoples' legs, but it was not so easy to slip through people when he was at their level. So it was no surprise that when he tried to do so, he ended up bumping into someone.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry, I didn't see--I mean--I'm not really used to…" He broke off into a sigh. "Yeah, ok. This one's on me. I gotta remember to watch where I'm going a little more. You alright?"

[nixetdracones]

Pepper, truth be told, had been thinking about work. About the emails she’d fired off before she left the office, about the replies on those she was hoping to get back, about the items on her to-do list that she just hadn’t had the time to check off today. About calls she’d need to make when she got back in the office that morning, while getting to the rest of that list. So when the man’s shoulder bumped into hers, she hardly noticed.At least until he spoke, jarring her out of her own thoughts.

She smiled politely, shaking her head. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” she said. She studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed. Not that she was implying anything, but she’d gotten used to taking care of men who weren’t…let’s say, in a good head-space. “Are you alright?” she asked gently. “You seem a little…well, perturbed. If you don’t mind me saying so.”

[stcrlessnight]

@ivycovestarters

Remy had always liked to cook, but between all the battles and chaos the X-Men had always been caught up in, he had never gotten to it as much as he would have liked. Now it seemed he had all the time in the world to do it, not only for his job but also for fun. Obviously Cajun dishes were his preference, but he was open to trying plenty of other recipes as well.

Lately he had been looking for some inspiration, so when someone sat down next to him at the coffee shop, he turned to them and asked, "Hope you don' mind me askin', but what's your favorite meal? I'm jus' lookin' for a li'l cookin' inspiration, you see."

[nixetdracones]

Lottie glanced over at the man as he spoke to her, her lips quirking at the irony of the question. Not that this strange had any way of knowing how…unusual the culinary options had gotten out in the wilderness. “Well…” She considered the question as though it was very important, her brow puckering slightly while she mulled it over. What did she like? 

Another faint smile quirked her lips as an answer came to her. “Venison,” she said. “It’s more versatile than it’s given credit for. I once had venison tenderloin wrapped in bacon, with mushrooms and a garlic cream sauce.” She tilted her head to look at him, studying the stranger for a moment before adding, with another, more mischievous grin: “And I also like pizza.”

[seccndchances]

@ivycovestarters

Mattie Sage placed a hat out as he prepped for his performance. A fiddle in hand, it wasn't the one he was used too. Too clean, too bound, but it would do in a pinch. "Now ladies and gentleman, gather around. My name's Mattie Sage and I got a gift I'd like to share with you all." He motioned toward the hat, "If you feel so inclined to donate, I won't say no, but just no that ain't the point of my performance today." He was a performer at heart and he had found a stage at long last. Twisting his fiddle up, he began to sing 'Go Tell The Mountains.' followed by three additional songs. He moved around his makeshift stage in a joyous movement that were signature Covey moves. When his set had ended, he bowed before collecting his loose hat and sitting down on a park bench near by. Counting his earnings and pocketing it, with a bright smile. As he glanced up toward the other. "Sorry, I just finished up for the moment." He explained simply, he had taken to performing again, it was the only thing that seemed to keep the nightmares at bay. "But I should have a performance here in the next few hours if you don't mind waiting."

[nixetdracones]

Lenore Dove couldn’t really say why, but there was something about the music that seemed familiar to her, like a song she remembered from a dream. She followed the sound into the park bench, standing with the crowd that gathered to hear the young man perform. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him. The music was pushing through the loneliness she usually felt like a flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk. And the whole time, she couldn’t quite shake the idea that this was…precisely where she was supposed to be. She fished in her pocket for some cash and tossed it into the hat for him. 

“You were great,” she said simply, offering him a little smile. She typically wasn’t a chatterbox around people she didn’t know very well -- although that felt like virtually everyone. But she preferred to think she just saved her words for when they really mattered. “Do you…” She tried to find the question she wanted to say. “Do you do this often? Play in public?” She couldn’t say why to this, either, but there was something about the idea that tugged at her. Again, it reminded her of a detail from a dream -- just enough to know there was something, to feel it in your gut, but you’re unable to get your hands on it.

[ineffablexxgayxx]

"Of course I remember you, Lois. Welcome to Ivy Cove, or well, welcome to your old memories is probably the better way to put that." Harley chuckled, giving her a slight nod. "I'm pretty sure I've been in one or two of those stories, although I don't think I never made the cover. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

[nixetdracones]

“Oh, good,” Lois said, putting her hand over her heart in a pantomime of relief. “I don’t know if my ego could take it if you’d forgotten about me.” She grinned -- she was joking, after all. Mostly. She’d won a Pulitzer, damn it. That was cool and memorable. “You were, yeah. To be fair, there’s a lot of big players in Gotham who probably never learned the meaning of the word subtle. The Riddler, for example. Very green, very…” She paused, thinking of the right word. “Theatrical.” She grinned again. “How are you doing?”

[ineffablexxgayxx]

@nixetdracones [Random Starter: Stolas + ?]

"Hm, you know, the longer I stay in Ivy Clove, the less and less I miss of my home. I just wish I had my daughter and friends here. Other than that, this place isn't so terrible. I don't mind calling it home." Stolas admitted with a soft smile. "Sorry, dear. I am afraid I am feeling quite sentimental."

[nixetdracones]

Valeria smiled softly as the mans poke, reaching over to lay her hand atop his. “No, no, don’t be sorry, please,” she said. “I know just how you feel. I can’t say I really miss my home itself, but I wish so much my son and my husband were here.” She nibbled on her lip as a frown crossed her features. “I don’t even know where they are, or how to contact them,” she said. ‘They…they think I…” But she couldn’t quite say the word. 

[ineffablexxgayxx]

@nixetdracones [Random: Paige M. + ? ]

"If you want to sit down, you can. I'm not expecting anyone but if you annoy me, I will make you leave." Paige warned the other, moving her things out of the way so they could take a seat comfortably. "I'm just enjoying the calmness for once, you know? Not worrying about anyone wanting to set me on fire. My hair is expensive after all."

[nixetdracones]

Lois mimed zipping her lips shut, grinning as she raised an eyebrow -- although her code of silence was quickly broken as the woman went on. “Does that happen to you a lot?” she said, unable to help herself. A natural curiosity driven by a journalist’s tendency to be nosy to an obnoxious degree quickly took over. “Well, I mean, it looks amazing,” she said, flashing the woman another smile.

[ineffablexxgayxx]

@nixetdracones [Random Starter: Damon + ?]

"After the fire incident, maybe folks should stop messing with whatever spirit is in the city. Seems that they are just pissing her or him, or even them off." Damon admitted with a slight shrug. "I've been known to piss some witches off and this is what they do."

[nixetdracones]

Valeria’s eyes widened slightly as the young man spoke. “There was a fire?” she said, her brow furrowing. She mostly kept to herself in this place, finding it so strange and certainly frightening to be on her own. Her eyebrows lifted as he spoke, her fingers curling nervously inside her sleeves. “Witches?” she repeated dubiously. “As in double, double, toil and trouble sort of witches?”

[nixetdracones]

Lois & Yelena - @signcfthetiimes

“Ow--” Lois yanked her hand back, sticking her finger into her mouth. She could feel the sharp sting, even as she instinctively tried to soothe the pain. Pulling her finger free again, she surveyed the damage, huffing softly. She looked up, realizing her cry of pain had attracted attention. “Sorry,” she said. “Paper cut. I’m sure there’s science behind why they hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I’d have to look it up. Probably something about nerve endings in the fingertips.” She smiled. “I guess it’s my fault for continuing to handwrite my notes first, but what can I say? Sometimes old-fashioned ways are better.” @signcfthetiimes

[nixetdracones]

Valeria & Wade - @ivypapercutsxo

Brushing a strand of dark hair away from her eyes, Valeria turned as she heard someone wolf whistle, her cheeks flushing. She saw an unfamiliar man leering at her from down the street, and instinctively she sped up, until she caught up with a different figure she didn’t recognize. “There you are!” she said, her eyes widening fractionally, a pleading expression touching her face. Please pretend to know me until he goes away, her expression said. “I must have lost track of you in the shop. Are you ready to go?” @ivypapercutsxo

[nixetdracones]

valeria & kate - @violentdelightstheseviolentends

Running the silk of the blouse through fingers, Valeria considered the color for a moment. She typically loved buying clothes for herself -- or she had, at least, before the war. Now, despite her circumstances being markedly different, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling of guilt, as if she didn’t deserve this nice thing. She looked around as she found a pair of eyes on her, and she smiled sheepishly. “What do you think?” she said, holding up the blouse under her chin as though to show off the color. “I’m not so sure.” @violentdelightstheseviolentends

[nixetdracones]

harley & lois - @ivypapercutsxo

“Why, Harley Quinn, is that you?” Lois couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. Maybe she wasn’t as familiar with the Gotham bad guys as, say, Batman might be, but she’d spent enough time around the Caped Crusader to recognize one of his most familiar foes. Speaking of familiar, it was nice to see someone she knew -- and, frankly, she’d always found Harley rather charming, especially when she was away from a certain clownish son-of-a-bitch. She gave a little wave. “Lois Lane, remember me? Reporter from the Daily Planet with the alliterative name?” @ivypapercutsxo

[nixetdracones]

valeria & coryo - @signcfthetiimes

Kneeling down in front of the park bench, Valeria held out her hand, with a bit of egg from her breakfast sandwich balanced on her fingers. “C’mere,” she crooned. “Don’t you want a bit of egg? It’s delicious!” The kitten she was trying to lure out from underneath the park bench hesitated before stretching out its little neck, nibbling on the treat. Valeria beamed, though she looked up in mild alarm as she heard footsteps approaching her. “Be careful, please,” she said softly, lifting her free hand to her mouth and holding a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to scare the little one. I’m afraid he’ll run off and there will be no one to take care of him.” @signcfthetiimes

[ofcelestialstories]

@ivycovestarters

.｡.:*☆ “Is there any chance you could maybe hand me a towel?” Finnick had not been swimming for a very long time, at this point. There was no certain reason, really. None he could put into words, at least. Just a slight unease he was feeling everytime he jumped into the water, no matter what. Whatever it was, though, it did usually fade away again once he was diving deeper. And it had been just like this today.

Now he was stepping out again, goosebumps on his skin and wter dripping from his hair. Sand was clinging to his wet feet, and Finnick did wonder if he was indeed insane for pulling a stunt like this right at the end of february.

“The water is freezing cold, I admit. And yet, I do feel very much alive right now.”

[nixetdracones]

Valeria nearly jumped out of her skin as the young man addressed her. Though it was cool out this afternoon, she’d decided to take some fresh air, reading on a bench by the beach. She certainly wasn’t expecting someone to come out of the iron-gray water. But then her maternal instincts took over as she blinked at him, a soft gasp flying from her lips. 

“Oh, you must be freezing!” she said. She had laid out a towel of her own on the sandy bench to protect her clothes, but now she leapt up, shaking out the towel to rid it of any lingering sand before reaching up to wrap it around his shoulders. “What were you thinking, swimming in this sort of weather?” she asked. Though her tone was gentle, she couldn’t help the worry that was creeping into it. @ofcelestialstories

[violentdelightstheseviolentends]

Another day, in a town that was... fascinating for lack of a better word. Not that this place was perfect, just... different. He just couldn't calculate if the difference was good or bad. Or what had happened to his home. He was a patient man, he could wait until the moment was right, and without that information, doing anything was a mistake. What was more annoying, was that he had wanted to enjoy his coffee alone when he felt a shadow over the table. "Was there something?"

@ivycovestarters

[nixetdracones]

“Yeah,” Lois said simply, and without further ado, knelt down and half-crawled under the man’s table, pulling her phone out of her pocket to use the flashlight in order to aid her search. “Sorry, just one second -- ah!” She found the notebook she’d been looking for and crawled backward to stand up, waving it triumphantly as if it mattered to the guy at all. She flashed him a grin. “Sorry about that,” she said again. “I was working here earlier and realized that I must have dropped this here when I was halfway home.” She flipped through it and shot him another rueful grin. “Lucky for me I write my notes in shorthand, I guess.” She held out her hand. “Lois Lane.” @violentdelightstheseviolentends