#(verse) 616

[theredwonder]

ok but Tim getting stuck in the 616 universe and going

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ guess I’ll have to improvise

and proceeds to add fear toxin and pheromone gas into his arsenal

while the rest of the 616 is all

[cablesummerss]

Death doesn’t tend to stick to a man like Cable. Things happen in different events, different timelines. He knows the feeling of the cold creeping up, knows how it feels to have his body torn apart. Sometimes he wonders if he isn’t just a cheap copy of a man who lived with his same face, name, history. But he knows, deep down, that all of it rests on his shoulders.

He is burdened with knowledge. Past, present, future.

But after coming back this time, he’s determined to do things a little differently. Get more accomplished. There is no better way to blindside enemies than lurking under the radar to do recon and then coming out of left field to foil their plans.

So as soon as he materializes in New York, he heads for the one place where nobody would ever think to look for him: Wade Wilson’s apartment.

Nathan hustles to the familiar building with its stained bricks and broken lock. The place is a dump but he knows it’s cheap rent and nobody complains about Wade’s comings and goings. Similarly, Wade’s apartment is a dump. It’s not filthy by any means. There are no out of place smells or piles of garbage. 

Using his telekinesis to pick the lock, Nate lets himself in and shuts the door behind him.

The ever-glowing flare from his eye illuminates the side of his face as he gives a cursory sweep. The place hasn’t changed, really. Same second-hand furniture, same cheap fluffy rug under the aging Trulstorp table that he helped Wade pick out from IKEA. Nate’s footsteps are heavy as he makes his way over to the sagging armchair and drops into it. A bit of stuffing oozes out of a rip from his weight but it doesn’t matter.

Sitting in the dark, Nate just lets the tension start to slip from his muscles, his shoulders. It’s just a matter of time before Wade comes home and Nate can explain what he’s doing there.

[theredwonder]

@doctorxdoom

Tim had put it off long enough, but he could only Google so much about Latveria before he had to actually visit it to understand what the heck was going on out there.

He supposed it was easy enough to stay under the radar since he didn’t have any sort of record on this world and few people actually knew who he was, and none what he was doing. Hey, maybe he’d get a pair of lederhosen as a souvenir.

Little did he know that just asking around about Doom was enough to attract unwanted attention. The next thing Tim knew, he had some bots trying to bring him into the station for questioning. Um, well, no thanks.

Pretending not to know any better, he went down a quieter alley to get himself and the bots out of sight before wrecking them in quick time and booking it out of there. Hopefully he could get to the airport in time to get on the first plane out of there...

[theredwonder]

@murder-popsicle from x

“That’s ‘cause I just put a tray of mince pies in the oven. You wanna be my taste-tester when they’re ready?”

“... Can I say no?”

[theredwonder]

@murder-popsicle from x

“This’ll sting a bit,” Bucky said, soaking a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. She dabbed at carefully at the cut on Tim’s shoulder, thankful that the injury wasn’t more serious. It didn’t look like he’d even need stitches; butterfly bandages would probably do the trick.

“Lucky thing you’re so fast,” she added. “If you hadn’t dodged, that asshole would’ve stuck you real good.”

He winced a little at the sting.

“It’s fine. Had a lot worse before.” He looked at the sleeve of his suit and sighed. “Finding a way to fix this is the bigger problem. Don’t suppose you guys have a discreet tailor or something around that could help me?”

[theredwonder]

@xgodofstoriesx from x

[text:] Damn, you caught me. I’m hardcore avoiding you.

[text:] I knew it. God of stories who? Must be the god of ghosting

[cablesummerss]

((Got my 616 verse settled in my brain and Nathan is ready to party.))

[theredwonder]

@murder-popsicle from x

“Duly noted. Now get your ass in the jet.”

He threw his hands up and finally got on, buckling in.

“Didn’t know you could fly a jet...”