#(marvel verse.)

[petalruined]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   open   to   m   /   f   /   nb.

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   marvel   verse.   the   falling   apart   of   a   team   before   a   big   fight.   (   austin   is   a   telepath   +   telekinetic   )

           ❛   i   didn't   even   want   to   be   on   this   stupid   team   anyways   !   ❜

[trickbehindthemask]

[ OPEN STARTER.]

Janet had rendered Bobbi useless for the day. Her entire body aches and all she had in her mind was go home, prepare herself a nice hot bath, some chardonnay and just lay there. Hopefully a nap would be in place. Whoever said that modeling some clothes for a friend was the easiest thing in the world hasn’t met Janet Van Dyne. She would’ve much preferred being in some undercover assignment but Bobbi hasn’t had one of those for a while. Mainly because she had decided to help her friend out with Nadia and the girls.

Honestly? She enjoys it, more than she thought she would. Still, sometimes Bobbi misses being in the field but now that she had partially retired and now dedicated herself to her field as a biochemist, the mockingbird feels a sense of accomplishment she hasn’t had before. It also leaves her with time to have an actual life. Though that last part is harder than she first anticipated. At first her thoughts went to trying to reconnect with her mother and brother but it felt unfair to uproot their lives like that after years of thinking her dead and there’s also her father who is still running around with HYDRA and she wants to prevent her family to go through more misfortune. So she keeps her life as it is, and makes the most of it.

And right now? All she wanted was to relax but of course easier said than done. After a quick trip to the supermarket, Bobbi returned to her car only to be met with the surprise it wouldn’t turn on. “Great.” She muttered to herself as popped open the hood. Looking around the motor, Bobbi tilted her head. “How is it I know the entire periodic table but can’t fix a car problem.” Taking out her phone from her back pocket, she got ready to call for help when a voice captured her attention.

“You need help?” They said, and Bobbi stopped herself from hitting send to look at the stranger.

“That would be appreciated.” The blonde replied back, stepping to the side so they could look at the motor.

[magneus-a]

marvel verse magnus is that one avenger they have to track down in a brooklyn nightclub and two martinis deep  telling them ‘ you’re ruining my party mood right now ‘

[citywatcher]

❝You know what talent is? The curse of expectation❞

     “I imagine you have been the object of one too many expectations, Doctor Strange.”

     Caitlyn watches a half-eaten banana regenerate its full shape and wrap itself up in its peel. Transmutation of matter, achieved through reaching into the astral plane, into the very fabric of space-time itself. Some of the heroes she worked with used technology to appear larger than life. Some of the fantastic beings were born with godlike powers, others gaining them through unique mutations.

     Strange and the disciples of the Sanctum learn magic, in the same way she had studied law and physics and philosophy. Caitlyn doesn’t remember a single time that a lecture at Chapel Hill ever allowed her to manipulate even the coffeemaker in her home.

     Before taking the position of Sorcerer Supreme, Strange had been a brilliant neurosurgeon. He has not told Caitlyn how exactly his career transitioned from the medical field into the study of the occult, but she realizes that this is just another domain Strange is adept at. The doctor has a point; people may mistake talent for consistent supply to the masses’ demand. But Caitlyn has been around too many extraordinary people and things to think that all gifted people simply keep up appearances.

     “Talent is a gift,” Caitlyn continues, turning her gaze to look at the New York skyline, “though you can ask any Trojan, and they’d agree that not all gifts are blessings. I prefer to think of it as a seed, and depending on how it is nourished and cared for, it provides all kinds of fruit for its cultivator.”

     She walks up to the banana, again fully formed, on the desk. A nail scrapes against it. It’s solid, all right.

     “You have been a diligent harvester.”

[sheldoney]

@sacredpyre

"I think we should get a condo. Something on the top floor though so there are no noisy neighbors above us. Or parties." He set his mug of tea down and stroked the black cat that was nestled on his lap.

[sheldoney]

@sacredpyre :: asked:

"You've reached impressive levels of whatever the fuck that is."

"Did YOU just use the f-word against me? That is uncalled for, Alena! I can't help that the directions are in Chinese for the new kitten caboodle. But until they decide to be more American friendly on their packaging then I don't have to decipher every little word in my Complete Mandarin Chinese handbook. Which obviously proved ineffective."

[sheldoney]

@sacredpyre || closed starter ||

"I don't need shots. Liquor impairs judgement." But inside he is screaming. Alena showed no sexual interest in him before. Were they already at this point in their relationship? With a troubled sigh he sips at his Earl Grey before placing his mug down.