run it back, run it on back

time could never stop me, no, no, no, no

[sapphicstarfists]

@reshieldedintro​​

( alycia pascual-peña. 24. she/her. ciswoman. ) are you a HERO? something tells me that neon stars, glittering broken glass, gold hoop earrings make you who you are, AMERICA CHAVEZ. with the powers of STAR PORTAL CREATION, SUPERHUMAN SPEED, SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH, FLIGHT, & POWER STOMP, you’re sure to have a resilient, stubborn personality — and you definitely belong to SWORD. were you listening to CONSIDERATION by RIHANNA on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!

[INTRO & BIO]

[sapphicstarfists]

sschway​:

  ꙳       ⋆        ⌕.      (    𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫    )       .   .   .   @reshieldedstart

               𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭    phone    model    from    the    sidewalk    ,    terry    looked    onward    to    it’s    owner    leaving    the    phone    without    notice.    the    hero    undercover    chased    behind    them    ,    finally    reuniting    with    them    terry    caught    a    breath    in    his    lungs.    he    exhaled    ,    ❛❛    you    dropped    this    back    there    , phew.    you    walk    fast.    cool    model    by    the    way.    totally    retro.  ❜❜

america whipped her head around at the voice, alarm bells ringing. she didn’t recognize them, nor did she find that anyone in this city would be observant or nice enough to return someone’s dropped phone. especially when it’s an old burner - not worth the price of a smartphone, but the parts would sell well enough. and the thing is, she’s more careful than that. she’s pretty sure this guy just pickpocketed her to get information, having seen nothing on the phone. (it’s all in code anyway; she knows better than to keep key intel on a burner).

“uh, where did you get this?” she says, snatching the phone from his grip. “i’m pretty aware of my person, chico, you sure i dropped this?”

[sapphicstarfists]

jvbilations​:

          @reshieldedstart​​    //    “  DO  YOU  EVER  JUST  wonder  how  people  can  confidently  say  things  with  their  whole  chest  and  be  wrong  ?  it  could  not  be  me  .  ”

“oh yeah, no. it’s embarrassing as hell and like, way to show you have no brain cells up there. what happened, though? something we can laugh about or...?”

[sapphicstarfists]

marvelbcys​:

          cover   blown.     it’s   to   expect   that   a   kree   super   solder   would   secretly   follow   and   watch   targets   without   a   struggle,   but   to   be   fair—he   wasn’t   trying   too   hard   and   it’s   america   chavez.     the   combination   leads   to   this   situation.     “   i   wasn’t   following   you.     i’m   just—walking,   and   it   just   happens   to   be   in   the   same   direction   as   you.      it’s   just   a   coincidence.   ”

wow. maybe noh is as much of a dolt as she thinks he is. but...she also knows he does, as much as it pains her to admit, have much better tracking skills than this. she’s not an idiot, but there has to be something else going on. “oh yeah?” america scoffs. “five blocks is a long time to just be walking in the same direction. what’s up, noh-varr?”

[sapphicstarfists]

{time could never stop me - an america chavez playlist ｡.☆.*｡}

[sapphicstarfists]

likeshadcw​:

“Damn it!″ Tyrone hissed under his breath, shaking his hand in pain after scraping through a thin alleyway. The spaces between brick buildings were tights and sharp, cutting along his clothes and skin as he chased the tall man down. If his powers had been working a little better, Ty could easily vanish into a thin smoke and apparate closer, but instead he was forced to track on foot… “Stop!” Ty thrust his cut hand towards the robber, imagining a thick darkness enveloping the man’s legs, beginning to sweep his balance off. The black cloud came slowly, but strongly along the street, sticking to the man’s feet like a horrible tar and dragging him down. Hopefully that would shock and slow him enough for Ty to catch up.

@sapphicstarfists​

honestly, all america wanted to do was pop down to the bodega, grab their largest bag of gardettos, and go home to veg out; it’s been a tiring week. but the city’s criminals had other ideas for her, and she can’t resist a call to action. america runs out of the store, having seen enough already. she takes a sharp breath in, power sizzling through her veins. she flies over the narrow buildings, following the thief.

“huh,” she says, watching as something very obviously supernatural takes the man down, stopping him in his tracks. she flies closer, assessing that whoever is taking down a criminal like this is probably on her side. she calls out to the thief: “hey! don’t you move a muscle, pendejo.”

[sapphicstarfists]

@reshieldedstart

where: random block in new york

america chavez is a lot of things. headstrong. a survivor. kind of a bitch but if you call her that she’ll snap your wrist. caring, above all. what she isn’t, is stupid.

“don’t think i don’t know when i’m being followed.” she says loudly, not turning around.

[lamujerarana]

shed everything you know about yourself. molt out of the the flesh that binds you. be reborn.

[ncstalgiaz]