#akagoddammit

[evrthquakegirl]

          “  i never thought i would come upon the day  that i’d look like i need a drink more than you do  --   ”   are her first words as she sits next to her.  it’s a little lie  -  of course she’s not  HAPPY  about losing her powers,  and helping mj was a challenge in itself;  but she’s had  worst.  and  . . .  well,  she’s lost her powers once,  but it’s always come back to her.  this time around  ?  she  BELIEVES  in fate for a small period of time.    “   so how’d your dice roll  ?   ”   daisy will ask,  still in her work suit as she orders a shot for the both of them.  hanging out around jessica might turn her into an alcoholic  -  but,  on the other hand,  she hangs with both natasha romanoff and fitzsimmons.  both of them which had been putting more alcohol in her system.    “   different powers or no powers  ?   ”   (  @akagoddammit  !   )

[dialmformanhunter]

He hadn’t been flying much. During his time undercover, the alien had needed to conceal all evidence of his abilities. In the few days since he had been back he realized that walking had become a habit. Now that he was climbing the stairs to M’gann’s living quarters, instead of floating above them, J’onn felt grateful that his new building had a working elevator. Perhaps this was what the humans meant when they claimed to be ‘out of shape.’

M’gann had given J’onn a spare key so that he would not upset the neighbors by phasing through the door. Again, the months undercover made this commonplace. It was fortunate, in some sense, as he and his niece were both being scrutinized by the rest of the world. Their alien status earned many a cold glare and it was harder than ever to blend in, to make a life worth living. J’onn sighed and opened the door to the hallway.

There was a loud creak as the door swung shut, a J’onn mentally kicked himself for not closing it more gently. He did not like to draw attention to himself. Thankfully, he didn’t need to remain in the open for long. J’onn reached into his jacket pocket, expecting to draw the key out right away, but it wasn’t where he had put it. He tried the other pocket and then his pants pockets, and then his jacket pockets again.

At least his wallet was still safely nestled in his inside-jacket pocket. “Where did I--?” J’onn muttered, still hoping that they were somewhere on his person. He turned and tried the knob. Locked, of course. M’gann wouldn’t leave have left it open. J’onn shook the knob a little harder, with two hands this time. It still refused to budge. Intending to phase through the door after all, J’onn quickly glanced around the hallway.

He froze. A woman was standing at the door on the end of the hall. She was watching him closely, suspiciously. “I am a friend.” He held up a hand to dismiss the young woman and turned back to the knob to shake it again.

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[nycdevil]

@akagoddammit

Next time I speak to you, it will be in the light, with this shadow far behind us.

Today was not that day, Matt realized, dodging the swinging arc of an overhand right with a step back. The Strike Force was capable, but like everyone and anyone else they telegraphed their moves. Training with Stick gave him more than enough sense to know what worked, and what didn’t. One man against so many had worked for Matt once, thanks to that hallway and his own desperation, but an alley wasn’t just going to gain the same result. Stomach lurching like it did while awaiting a jury’s verdict, Matt’s focus slipped a little when someone new came close enough.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Matt snapped in Jessica’s direction, avoiding a kick.

[barryallcnx]

@akagoddammit continued from here.

He let her catch him. She knew that the second she actually managed to pin him against the wall. They were in an alleyway, maybe two blocks from her building. She’d seen the lightning up ahead, and had ducked into the alley, and on instinct mostly, stuck her arm out. When she felt him collide into her, she’d pushed forward, and somehow, managed to press him against the wall.

She grinned, fully intending to gloat a little, but the look on his face stopped her. That’s when she understood. That it hadn’t been luck or instinct, he had let her catch him. She felt frozen by the pure fear on his face, what she could see of it beneath the mask anyway. Her hand was still holding him up.

“What is it?” she asked in a low whisper, eyes fixed on his. A thought occurred to her, a terrible, twisting thought. She tightened her grip just a little, careful not to cut off his airway, but enough so he wouldn’t be going anywhere either. “Barry…” she whispered. “Who sent you here?”

She could guess, at least at part of it. The Syndicate had figured out Trish wasn’t the one with superstrength. They’d known who she’d been covering for. Maybe the Panel had finally caught up, too.

Running out of breath never happened to Barry on a run but he was breathing heavily as he stared at Jessica. Back pressed to the wall of the alley, he was terrified and he lifted a shaky hand to the side of his head to press the button of his comms.

“Cisco. Somethings wrong.” In the next second all he heard was static and he knew Cisco was jamming the signal so nobody could listen in. “You know who sent me,” he whispered, still scared that he could be blowing his cover right now. Things were escalating quickly after the attack and the Panel was desperate.

Sending The Flash after someone like Jessica was unfair. She could beat him in a fight any day but his abilities weren’t about fighting, they were about running and he had no way of warning her to get the head start she would need. Barry was lucky that he and Cisco already had code words in place so the other knew when to jam the comms, he would tell his bosses later that Jessica had unknowingly broken them when she stopped him.

“Listen, I don’t want to take you in so I need your help.” He took in a heavy breath, licking his lips as his mouth ran dry from nerves. “The only way they’ll believe you got away is if I can’t run,” he stated solemnly. Barry’s plan was to sprain his ankle or break a bone if he needed to. The pain would definitely suck but he would heal within a couple hours and he was desperate too.

[luke-cge]

Peace talks. That’s what they were calling this. Seemed like an oxymoron. Usually when two opposing sides talk about something, it’s hardly ever peaceful. Things were hard enough out on the streets without having to constantly worry about these accords and the strike force officers who seem like they’re just itching to throw an unregistered man in jail. Luke didn’t feel like any good was going to come from this, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to show up. He wasn’t a detective like Jessica or Misty, but he was working this case with Jess. Sure, it was unlikely that the Syndicate would show up, but there might still be information he could collect there. Or other heroes who would be willing to help. Or maybe the people from the Syndicate would show up without their masks, sure nobody would know who they were, but maybe someone would say something and slip up.

He felt eyes on him when he was in there though. People knew who he was, knew he was powered. And they knew he wasn’t registered. It was easier for people like Daredevil who always wore a mask, they could turn it off, they could walk into this room and nobody would know who he was. Luke wasn’t like that, and while they said they weren’t going to take action against unregistered, he didn’t really buy that. So he was on guard.

But then he spotted Jessica from across the crowded room. He instantly felt a small wave of comfort wash over him. He made his way over from where he was sitting to where she was standing, stopping beside her and smiled slyly. “Come here often?” He teased.

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[mirrorsofice]

Change of View || Fred & Jessica

@akagoddammit

Ms Jones was the only one who knew of his plan, aside from Len, and frankly he needed more people on side. In the wake of the radio woman’s death it seemed as good a time as any to put forth his argument again. There were people out to kill all the gifted in the world, frankly he was of the opinion that they needed to strike first lest they be wiped out. He could use all the help he could get, and he didn’t trust other heroes to know of his plans.

But Ms Jones had potential, she could help, in the end that was all that mattered. So he did a little research, the most he could determine was she in fact worked as a Private Detective, how amusing. He got an address and paid a visit to the, less than welcoming, looking area of New York. Interesting, for some reason he thought it suited her. 

He gently pushed the door, finding it open and walked inside. Again, he couldn’t say it was the most pleasant of establishments, but he wasn’t here for the usual business.

“Ms Jones,” he called out, still managing to keep his voice quite, “I have something I wish to discuss with you.”

[hcwkguys]

(✉ → NINJA): i have a big lesbian crush on ur wife & i have no idea why

(✉ → WHY THIS): same

[sombradelmurcielago]

@akagoddammit continue from here :

Jessica glanced up at the familiar voice. “Working a case,” she said, gesturing across the street to a darkened apartment building. She pulled an Alias business card out of her pocket, held it out to him.

Bruce took the card that was offered to him, reading over the information (his expression gave the impression he was surprised, but the truth was he had already stumbled into the brunette's job while researching her), turning his gaze to the apartment building across the street. "An interesting one?" he asked, sitting next to Jessica.