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𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴 , 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙸 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. the villains story rewritten with some canon-divergent story lines. a silent hero fallen from grace. manipulation & loss and ignoring trauma. BROCK RUMLOW / CROSSBONES from the MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE. heavily headcanon based. portrayed by alex , 25+.
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UNSEEN WAR.
A collection of angst prompts that delve into the struggles of soldiers facing PTSD, survivor’s guilt, and the lingering scars of war. Themes of mental health, trauma, substance abuse, suicidal ideation, hypervigilance, combat, loss, identity, and alienation. Feel free to add your own edits as wanted or needed.
" I keep his picture in my wallet, like it’s gonna bring him back. "
" We were all just kids playing soldier, and now we’re men with scars. "
" They trained me to fight wars, but no one trained me to live after. "
" I'm not a fuckin' hero...I'm just a guy who got out alive. "
" Doc can take his fuckin' PTSD diagnosis and shove it up his ass. It’s just me trying to remember how to survive in this goddamn world. "
" We joked about not making it, but it was just that...a joke. Until it wasn’t."
" You ever wake up and think, 'Fuck, why didn’t that last bullet hit me instead?' 'Cause I sure do. Every single night. "
" They called it collateral damage. Like it wasn’t somebody’s damn family! "
" Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. I can’t keep doing this. "
" I miss home, but y'know what? Can’t even remember what home feels like anymore. "
" The worst part isn’t what we did; it’s how normal this shit is starting to feel. "
" Don’t fuckin' tell me to ‘man up.’ You weren’t there! You didn't see what I did! "
" Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better if I hadn’t made it back. "
" They said we’re heroes, but I don’t feel like one. Heroes don’t do what we’ve done. "
" There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine, I don't need help. "
" Even back in society, when I look in the mirror, I still see myself in uniform; covered in sweat, dirt, blood, gunpower. I don't think I ever truly came back home. "
" Goddamn it, I told you to keep your fuckin' head down! The hell were you thinkin'!? "
" You can’t fix me, so stop fuckin' trying to. "
" If I have to fold one more goddamn flag for a funeral, I’m gonna lose it."
" We didn’t join up to be heroes. We just didn’t know what the fuck else to do. "
" Fuck. I shouldn’t have told him it was clear. It wasn’t clear. "
" They keep saying it wasn’t our fault, but it sure as hell feels like it. "
" Sometimes I forget why we were even there in the first place. "
" I’m tired of waking up every day wishing I hadn’t. "
" We’re not soldiers anymore. Now we’re just survivors. "
" I don’t pray anymore. Not after everything we saw. God can't save me from that shit. "
" You can’t just ‘leave it behind.’ It follows you. Every damn step of the way. It just—it just never fuckin' stops. "
" I don’t even know what normal feels like anymore, man. "
" He didn’t even scream. Just… lights out, done. Like that. "
" No amount of patches and medals will bring back what I lost over there."
" What the fuck was it all for? "
" I see that goddamned convoy goin' up in flames every time I close my eyes. "
" The meds don’t do shit except make me feel like a zombie. "
" We laugh, we joke, but deep down we’re all just broken toys. "
" Every time I hear a car backfire, I’m diving for cover like a goddamned idiot. "
" They gave me a medal but not a reason to fucking live."
" Do you remember his face? His fuckin' face when he realized he wasn’t gonna make it? "
" I can't walk into a crowded room without sizin' up exits like I'm still in enemy territory. "
" We all came home in pieces. Some of us just hid it better than others. "
" Don’t fuckin' touch me. You don't know what hands can do when they’re scared. "
" The shit they don’t tell you about surviving is how heavy the guilt feels. "
" It’s just a patch of dirt to everyone else, but to me, it’s where I buried my best friend. "
" Stop asking me to talk about it. Talking doesn’t fix what’s broken. "
" One more person says, 'Thank you for your service,' I'm gonna lose it. "
" They say it gets easier, but all I’ve done is get better at pretending. "
" I don’t miss the war, but I miss the people I fought it with. "
" I feel like I’m on patrol even in the grocery store, scanning for threats. "
" You know what the hardest part is? Knowing they died for nothing. "
" They say ‘thank you for your service,’ and I just want to scream. "
" Sometimes, I wish I’d stayed in. At least I knew who I was then. "
" You don't get to tell me what I saw out there, alright? You weren’t the one dragging what was left of him back to base! "
" Another goddamn name on the memorial wall, yeah, that’s what this mission fuckin' accomplished! "
" Don't give me that 'chain of command' bullshit. You knew it was a suicide run, and you sent us anyway! "
" Get your hands off me! I said I’m fine, stop treating me like I’m fuckin' broken! "
" You wanna keep yelling, or are you finally gonna admit you fucked up back there? "
" We’re soldiers, not fuckin' machines. How the hell do you not understand that after all these years? "
" I can still hear their screams. Every goddamn night. Do you think I sleep like this because I want to? "
" Stop telling me to 'let it go!' You didn’t watch him bleed out while begging for his mother! "
" I lost another one today, and all you can say is ‘it happens’? Fuck you! "
" What do you want me to say? That I don’t miss them? That I don’t hate myself for living? "
" You keep saying ‘it’s over,’ but it’s not over when it’s in my fuckin' head 24/7! "
" It wasn’t heroism, alright? I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to live. I just wanted it to fuckin' end. "
" You think I signed up for this shit? No one signs up for nightmares that won’t go away! "
" I froze out there. I just… froze. And now he’s gone because I couldn’t move. "
" You call it a mission. I call it a slaughter. Tell me where the hell the difference is. "
" Don’t you dare say it’s ‘just part of the job.’ That was someone’s fuckin' life! "
" You really think any of this ‘therapy’ bullshit will bring them back? 'Cause it won't, asshole! "
" You don’t come back from war; you just bring it home with you. "
"If one more person tells me to ‘move on,’ I swear to God I’m gonna lose it. "
" Shut the fuck up, I can't handle your sunshine shit right now. "
" You ever think about how we’re all just disposable? "
" My hands won’t stop shaking. "
" I don’t need your pity, I need another goddamn drink. "
" It’s not PTSD. It's just me. I’m fucked up, plain and simple. "
" Fuckin' civvies don’t understand a goddamn thing we’ve been through. "
" They want me to talk about it, but how do you put hell into words? "
" I hate myself for making it back alive. "
" Don’t give me that 'brotherhood' bullshit! Where was that when you let them ambush us? "
" Put the gun down, man. Please. We’ve lost enough already. "
" You’re right; I’m angry. I’m angry because I’ve had to bury too many good men because of your decisions. "
" Don't act like you care now. "
" The blood never washes off, does it? It just spreads around until you’re drowning in it. "
" You call me weak, but at least I’m not afraid to feel something! "
" I told you not to bring that up, so why the hell are you making me relive it now? "
" Stop saying it's going to be okay! It's not, and it never fuckin' will be. "
" I don't need therapy, I need a fuckin' drink. "
" You see a fun fireworks display, I see flares 'n mortars tearing us apart. "
" I can't even look at my kids without wondering if they'd be better off without me. "
" I used to takin' long drives at night, but now I can't even get behind the wheel without feeling like we're about to hit an IED. "
" Every time I close my eyes, I see him...my best friend, blown to pieces. "
" Yeah, I take the pills and wash 'em down with vodka, what of it? "
" I didn't sign up for this life; I signed up for a job, and now I can't get out. "
" You want me to talk about it? Alright, fine. Let's talk about how I watched my buddies burn alive. "
" The VA? Yeah, they've got a line for everything. Too bad it never leads to real help. "
" Do you have any idea what it's like to be terrified of your own goddamn mind? "
do we come back here or nah ?
" STAY WILD MOON CHILD. "
# LUPOSCAINUS ; AN INDIE , SELECTIVE PRIVATE WEREWOLF ORIGINAL CHARACTER , FANDOMLESS WITH HIGH FANTASY & MATURE THEMES WRITTEN BY CLARE.
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send ✌ ( peace ) and I'll make a meme moodboard for my muse send ✍ ( write ) and I'll make a meme moodboard for our muses send ✎ ( pencil ) and I'll make a fashion moodboard for my muse send ✄ ( scissors ) and I'll make a friends moodboard for our muses send 🌂 ( umbrella ) and I'll make a romance moodboard for our muses send 💖 ( heart ) and I'll make a nsfw moodboard for my muse send 🔪 ( knife ) and I'll make a violent moodboard for our muses
curious eyes stare at rumlow's features as the other studies him as if he wants or expects something. there's concern written on his features. the asset's head tilts from where he is seated on the edge of the bed. he's long lost the mask. his hair has been pulled slightly back to dry leaving the back falling out of the tie near the crown of his head but his face is visible from the mess of damp hair that needed washing save a few stubborn pieces that refused to be contained. his hand is steady when reached for. faint bruises and scratches are left behind from the fight. the weapon in front of rumlow doesn't seem to notice them. or care that they are there. the serum in his veins will have them, if not completely gone, then close to it by the morning. but he had offered him to touch him. reassured him that he wouldn't break. because. that is how the other looked at him. as if he was fragile. and.. it felt strange. no one looks at him like that. no one sees him as fragile. weapons are not fragile unless they are meant to be. because that fragility is meant to be deadly.
those fingers curl around his handler's wrist to keep him there once the other stands. it's a liberty that no one would see him take. brock? brock is the only one. he squints. "tomorrow... what makes tomorrow rough," he asks. his voice is quiet. he barely uses it. when he does? there seems to be a slight scratch that always surfaces. because of the lack of putting his vocal cords to proper function on a regular basis. unless it is to murmur orders to his men. or to agree with his own mission and relate he understands. he has learned a long time ago not to speak. but. he has taken to speaking to this man. in pieces. slowly. coming out of the blue. little by little.
AS SOON AS IT WAS JUST THE TWO OF THEM THE MASK OF THE HANDLER FELL. it would always fell once he had laid eyes on him , once he knew the full truth behind his story and as much as he wanted him out , he knew that he coudln‘t just grab him and leave. it had to be planned , every little step had to be thought about twice and he knew that he couldn‘t trust anyone with his plan. it was just him and as much as his heart ached for him , for now all he had were these moments , where he could let it all drop and actually show the concern and the worry he kept hidden. his hazel orbs roamed over his features , as a small smile tugged on his lips and he just shook his head. „ nothing you have to worry about , alright. i‘ll be right by your side. “ , he promised as his fingers brushed through his hair and he exhaled a deep breathe. „ for now though , we‘ll get you under the shower , alright. get you cleaned up. you want me to wash your hair or you need some time alone ? “ , he asked. he knew too much choices could make him confused , yet he didn‘t want to push himself on him.
he didn‘t want to become the organization that forced him to do things he perhaps didn‘t even want to do , be like the same people that tortured him until he forgot. he could feel the lump in his throat when he did remember the last time he had to watch them wipe him and then put him back into ice. for him it was horrible and he just wanted to look away , but he couldn‘t. he was afraid one change in his behavior would rat him out , would tell his boss he wasn‘t any longer with them and he couldn‘t let that happen. „ it‘s up to you and you can take as much time as you need in the shower. “ , he assured.
🐝 * ― 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.
❛ it was wrong of me to assume you're ever gonna change. ❜ ❛ that's it? it was all just a lie? ❜ ❛ shame on me for thinking you were a good person. ❜ ❛ you're gonna pay for what you did to me. ❜ ❛ you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you? ❜ ❛ believe me, you weren't my first choice either. ❜ ❛ if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so. ❜ ❛ do you think we're gonna survive this? ❜ ❛ what's your problem?! ❜ ❛ will you please slow down a little? ❜ ❛ i can't believe you would do something like that. ❜ ❛ did it mean anything to you? ❜ ❛ i'm never gonna be good enough for you. ❜ ❛ we were just fooling ourselves this whole time. ❜ ❛ i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go. ❜ ❛ i don't want to argue with you anymore. ❜ ❛ fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now? ❜ ❛ this day feels like it's never gonna end. ❜ ❛ i didn't think you'd care so much. ❜ ❛ this must be like the first time you were nice to me. ❜ ❛ out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you? ❜ ❛ do you want to go on a date with me? ❜ ❛ honestly, i don't think i wanna leave the house today. ❜ ❛ were you ever planning on telling me about all of this? ❜ ❛ i wish i had another choice. ❜ ❛ don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well. ❜ ❛ you're the most insufferable person i have ever met. ❜ ❛ here, you look like you need this more than me right now. ❜ ❛ oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game. ❜ ❛ just let me sleep for five more minutes. ❜ ❛ alright, is there anything else we have to do before they arrive? ❜ ❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜ ❛ i wish we had more time together. ❜ ❛ you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to. ❜ ❛ where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ trust me, this is the last thing i want to do. ❜ ❛ i need more time to think about what i want. ❜ ❛ why didn't you say anything earlier? we could've avoided this whole mess. ❜ ❛ i don't feel so good, i think i may be getting sick. ❜ ❛ help me! please! ❜
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mun's choice: tell us something about your muse!
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
@exiitiosus: „ [ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch ( slides bucky over )
BROCKS BACK WAS TURNED TOWARDS BUCKY , AS HIS HAND REACHED FOR THE glass on his kitchen counter filled with bourbon. he had been speechless when bucky had turned up on his doorstep. the shock on his features had been visible and he invited the former winter soldier in with just a gesture: he moved towards his kitchen and left the door open , a clear invitation. even though he couldn‘t get drunk , part of him just needed the burning in his throat the alcohol left.
he could feel his jaw clench as he downed the glass with one gulp and he didn‘t even flinch when he could hear the footsteps approach him. he was used to them in a way , they were once everything he listened to on mission , everything he hoped to safe and yet failed to. there were a lot of things he thought their reunion would look like , if there ever was one , but like this ? it wasn‘t the way it was suppose to happen. he could feel the hand reaching for his shoulders and he knew if it was anyone else he would have pushed the hand away , grabbed the person by the throat and threw a threat at them to make sure they would never touch him again.
there was a long period of silence until brock found his voice again , head tilting back as he turned his head towards the intruder. „ what do you want here ? “ , a simple questioned was asked as he completely turned around to face his past.
@esoterium: „ [ steady ] sender wrapping an arm around receiver's waist to steady them. “
THERE WAS A SOFT WHIMPER LEAVING HIS LIPS , WHEN HE TILTED HIS HEAD back , the sound of a pined grunt leaving his lips and he leaned against the body next to him. his vision was blurry and all he did remember was the fire right now. shots. and explosion. and his head being banged against something hard , was it a wall ? he couldn‘t tell and then there was wandas voice , telling him to get up and his body just moved on it‘s own until he could feel the arm around him and his weight dropped down on her. „ 's everyone out ? “ , the words were slurred and he forced himself to keep his eyes open.
@esoterium: „ [ wound ] sender cleaning / bandaging receiver's wound(s) (steve) “
THIS WASN‘T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN , THIS WASN‘T THE WAY THE MISSION SHOULD HAVE GONE , YET WHEN HE SAW THE BULLET FLYING in steves direction his body reacted before his mind could. he knew it would push his plans back , he knew it would make him have to come up with a good lie , because the least person hydra could care about was steve rogers. captain america. he didn‘t blame them , because once their dirty , little secret was out , he knew steve wouldn‘t stop looking for his friend , wouldn‘t stop anyone or anything from coming to get him , but he couldn‘t let him find out , but he also couldn‘t let him get shot by the enemy. not when he was so close to achieving what he was tryint to do. s.h.i.e.l.d. trusted him. steve rogers trusted him.
he grunted in pain when he could feel the cold liquid over the bullet wound and he pressed his jaw together , trying to stay calm. he had no time being here and it was stopping him ,stopping him from helping , stopping him from keep on his way. he knew they would send the winter soldier out anyway , with or without him. „ gotta be more careful cap otherwise i won‘t be on the field for a while. “ , he joked teasing as his gaze flickered towards steve. „ you ain‘t feeling guilty are you ? because it‘s what a team does. making sure everyone gets out alive. “
@esoterium „ [ scars ] receiver gently tracing sender's scars (from bucky) “
THERE HAS BEEN PLENTY OF TIMES BROCK HAD SEEN THE SCARS , PLENTY OF TIMES WHERE HE felt guilty for not being able to rescue him yet , blamed himself for not being able to do much more. and in times like these , where it was just the two of them , where his facade could break just a little. he threw the cloth he had cleaned off the winter soldier with back inside the sink of the small bathroom , before turning back to bucky , hazel hues roaming over his body. the metal arm attached to his left shoulder , the way it scared around it and he clenched his jaw , as he moved towards him , the tip of his fingers slowly , almost careful brushing over the faded scars. he knew that the weapon wasn‘t made out of glass , knew that he wouldn‘t break if he touched him , but it very much felt like once he would do it the wrong way he would break. but what was there left to be broken ? what was left to destroy , because as far as he could tell hydra had taken everything from him already. his memories , himself. the man he once had been was taken so brutally away from him , because they used him. abused him.
almost like he had burnt himself brock pulled his hand away , exhaling a deep breathe as he straightened his pose and raised his chin , feeling his own jaw clench together at the tension it left behind and he turned away. „ you‘re cleaned up now , you can get dressed. “ , the voice stern , but the order did not fail to leave his lips as he moved away , giving him some privacy as he himself moved to the bathroom to wash his hands. he was getting rid of the blood that stuck to his own hands , not just the ones of their enemies , but his own. a small cut. yet nothing he would ever have to worry about.
@kingofthewebxxx: 1 , 6, 8
a time they felt useless every single time he had watched them strap bucky in the chair , every single time they wiped his brain or put him back in his chamber. there was literally nothing he could have done and he hated it. he questioned himself more and more and he hated how much power they actually had.
6. how often they’ve felt utterly hopeless in their life there‘s been exactly two times where he felt like that. the one time shorty before he joined hydra , because he had lost in humanity and human kind and found purporse joining them and after the helicarrier expldoed, after he lost sight of bucky , because he knew he was fucked. that he‘d have to live the villain story because he couldn‘t just jump back in and then her got the serum or like they finished it and used him as their new pet.
8. a loss that effected them, whether person or possession as much as he hate to admit it , but losing bucky was sort of losing his purporse. sure he had joined hydra for his own reason , trying to make the world a better world in some weird way he believed their lies and let himself be manipulated. once he realized they weren‘t afer that and were just seeking more power , brock made is his MISSION to get bucky out of there , no matter what , but he never knew how deep he felt for a ‚weapon‘. how much he would risk to safe his life. even thugh he had failed it , losing this purprose made it far more easier to take him and use him.
Each time Brock stepped closer to him, Stiles would take a step back, mostly out of PURE instinct. ❝ Don't ACT as if you have no idea what I am referring to. I KNOW what you're planning. ❞ His rate picked up as he stepped backward once again as the older male stepped closer, only this time he was stopped by the wall behind him. ❝ Now, WHY would I' be SCARED of YOU? ❞ Brows raised as honey-toned hues met Haze. ❝ Didn't you FAIL? Got your ass kicked by the Avengers multiple times? And you failed at killing Steve. Pretty sure I can go on with this, like of your failures, but considering the bad guy team you work/worked for? It's not all that shocking. ❞
A SOFT CHUCKLE LEAVING THE OLDER MANS LIPS AS HE FINALLY STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS , just to stand there , brow arching up and he slightly squinted his eyes at him. „ oh dear , you need to learn how to lie better , because you‘re really suck at it and you‘r pretty awful. “ , he hummed ,finally making another move so he stood in front of stiles , hazel orbs roaming over his features. „ far too nervous. far too smart for your own good , aren‘t you ? “ , brock asked and with a quick movement he pulled out the knife and pushed it inside the wall next to stiles head. „ i will tell you this just once , alright. you stay out of this business , before i KICK your ass out of it , alright kiddo ? your superheroes all got some flaws , they‘re not perfect and it‘s going down. and you with them if you keep putting your nose in it. “
FRANK GRILLO King of Killers (2023) dir. Kevin Grevioux
Less bruises. No bruises is more like it, but that doesn't mean Brock doesn't pack a wicked punch. She just doesn't bruise easily, which is a mercy given how many hits she takes in a night. The wrap on her left hand is just a little too tight and she didn't realize it until she started to unwrap --- bit swollen, nothing major. She shoots him a lil smirk when his ability to take a punch gets brought up, and she doesn't bother pointing out that she's superhuman and knows enough to pull a punch she thinks might do actual damage. Not that he's not imposing in his own right. It's not really what keeps her coming back, though, but Faith doesn't have the balls to just admit she's starved for friendship. God, that even sounds lame in her head. She starts on the other hand, carefully unwrapping, "You know me. Always up for a little quality violence. Hand to god, when you said you wanted to spar, I fully thought we were talkin' adult content."
„ ALWAYS UP , HUH ? “ , BROCK RESPONDED WITH A SMALL SMIRK PERKING UP ON THE CORNER of his lips and his hazel hues roamed over her for a moment , letting his stare linger on her for a moment , inspecting her hands , but he knew that she would be fine. she always came out fine or with more bruises , but he never bothered to ask where she would get them. she was a woman that could handle herself , but that didn‘t mean he wasn‘t slightly worried about her. „ body to body , huh ? i mean if you‘re up for the more adult contet , you can still come back home with me. have a drink and see. “ , he teased with a wink and a soft chuckle. his intention wasn‘t just sex or anything else. perhaps a part of him believed he could safe her from getting harmed for at least one night. that she wouldn‘t return with another bruise on her pretty face. „ i mean only if you‘re up to. i‘m not going to force you. it‘s fine if you don‘t feel like it or got better things to do. “
