#archearted

[venenata]

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     SUNGLASSES ARE flipped open & pushed back onto her face — a grin of her own arising. “ you’ve got a dashing good point, but, a little recognition never hurt anybody. ” eyes quietly advert over tasha’s shoulder at the subject at hand, scarlet-painting lips beginning to mumble. “you might want to get ready, stark. your ‘ cool ’ is gonna be a little tested today. can you handle it ? ”

@archearted !!

[likesmoulderingfire-blog]

Continued from X

@archearted

thrusts and jets entirely busted,  she kept herself sitting upright for now  (mostly because the metal was still stiff and sturdy  (enough)  and stuck in some concrete).    “havin’ a hard time moving,  but it doesn’t hurt,”  a grunt as she’d pull her arm from the side of the abandoned building,  “at least not a lot.”  either this would be scraped…or tasha would haveto repair this.  it was much more likely she’d trash this.  especially from all the dents and cracks.  which contrasted to thor’s…at least not entirely bent out of proportion armor.  “mind pulling me out blondie?”

Midgardian technology was... frustratingly primitive, but Thor nonetheless was constantly impressed by Stark’s innovativeness and skill, her armors a marvel that he might have once only imagined could be forged by the dwarves of Nidavellir. Stark’s lack of severe injury now was testament to the durability of her creation, even if it had suffered heavy damage to protect its wearer.

“Of course, I do not mind. Anything for a friend in arms.” With one arm, he hefted up part of the wreckage that had pinned her down and braced it on his shoulder, then he reached downward with his free hand to take hers and lift her up. “Is your arm all right?”

[archivedimanavenger-blog]

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   “Oh?  Well,  I’m seeing an abyss,”  the one right in front of them  (technically below them),  though it wasn’t as much of an abyss but more of a deep dark ass pit.  Well,  crevice more like it.  “But I’m not seeing you do any screaming.”

     “I’m gonna start screaming soon, just gotta prepare my vocal chords, y’know.” This was a totally average thing in their job as avengers. First an abyss just appears and now they are investigating, “But you know, maybe we should check it out, make sure there are no abyss monsters that I could anger.”

[obadiahstane-blog1]

@archearted replied to your post: great source of conflict for a group thread of...

tony and rhodey: kissing and obie just: whats better than this. just guys being dudes

“haha tony ur such a joker get your tongue out of his throat this isn’t the time for pranks”

[giltdoom-blog]

@archearted​ (cont from x)

It was a definite leap of faith,  but once the building started to collapse,  she only had so much time to react.  Usually she would have an Iron Woman suit or two around to catch them both but unfortunately for them,  they were too far out for any of her suits to rush out to her.  Especially since she was already pulling Tsura into her arms and jumping out of the nearest window.  And thankfully they weren’t fifteen stories up,  though it was still a drop,  but hey,  there were bushes below so on the bright side that would break the fa – !

   “SHIT.”

    Ow ow,  no,  nope,  that was not a pleasant bush to drop into.  She could already feel the thorns sticking into her legs and sides.

   “Yikes,  didn’t…didn’t expect that,  how’re you feeling?”

‘Tasha?’

Once the building’s structure began to fail on them (no thanks to an explosion that one of them caused), Tsura was looking to Tasha, as if she would know what to do in the situation. They found themselves unable to move, the fear of the situation paralyzing them as they watched Tasha with wide eyes before she rushed at them.

It was too fast for them to really register what was going on, but they finally came back when they could feel themselves falling. Their wings tried to function, fluttering to try and get them both to safety, but the second or two they had wasn’t enough to lift them away.

And while they were expecting a pretty hard fall, they weren’t expecting the extra pricks in their skin an sticking through their clothes.

‘I’m... I’m okay? I think.’

[inheritedfate-a-blog]

                  “shit -- sorry!!! i really needed to sit down ;; i gotta work on my cardio but i didn’t...look?? or think, or ask ---- i’m just really sorry for sitting there && maybe breaking something.”

;; chasing ghosts, @archearted

[doctorbrycebanner]

date?

Who asks for it:

[x] Your muse asks mine (Bryce doesn’t realize she’s being asked out)

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [ ] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [x] ___ (other options) (awful sci-fi movies that they mock mercilessly)

[x] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [x] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature • [ ] Beach • [ ] Park • [ ] Forest     • [ ] …and having a picnic

[/] Visiting a Museum

[/] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home • [x] Watching movies • [/] Playing Video Games • [x] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[x] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better

[/] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one. (I mean you already did it for me so)

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[looktotheants-a]

@archearted

      He hates to be put in this position, in general, because having one of his worst mistakes grafted onto his body and sustaining his life, but more specifically because he had to get help. “Proud” wasn’t a word frequently used to describe Hank, but in the sense that he thought he should be able to handle everything on his own? It was accurate. Especially now, since with Ultron’s help, he could process information faster than any human could, Hank saw no reason he shouldn’t be able to figure it out alone. Maybe he was just too close to the situation.

      Regardless, he had to do something he’d been putting off since he got back to Earth. He headed into Tasha’s workroom.

      He cleared his throat to get her attention, hands stiffly at his sides. “Uh, Tasha, listen...”