#arkreacts

[springthings]

we should stay here until morning ,  it’s too dark .

walk with her in the woods RN!!!, accepting.

        despite his words, she doesn't let go. never ever, and she keeps pulling. tugging childishly in the direction of out of the clearing. he doesn't understand, he never has, and there's nothing she can do to help him to. she doesn't want to speak about it, can't find words to say that will make sense to him. there are things in the world that his sciences can't explain, things that make the woods after dark so safe for someone like her, and anyone with her. frowning petulantly, she stops tugging, and just stands very still and thinks about how she could convince him. maybe if she told him there was a really big robot waiting for them, or his friends; the aven-gun people. " dad, c'monn, it's really, like, not even that dark! there's fireflies! and mushrooms! and i know here. i just know. "

[loetise]

this is a meme :), maybe accepting if u can find it.  ˎˊ˗

                it  could’ve  been  hours,  quiet  settles  over  them  besides  the  whirring  of  machines,  his  brow  pulled  tight  with  focus  as  he  carefully  examines  her,  the  dangers  of  earlier  tucked  behind  them.  but  it  sits  heavy  on  both  of  them,  she  can  tell.  he  feels  guilty  for  her  being  here,  and  so  does  she.  but  neither  of  them  had  said  anything.  he  seemed  to  be  finishing,  allie  recognising  the  familiar  twinge  of  features,  and  she  begins  to  shift  away,  however,  seeming  to  place  a  bruise  in  front  of  his  view.

                “  just  little!  ”    she  says,  shrugging,  hopping  down  from  the  table.  she  really,  really  didn’t  want  him  to  worry.  and  she  was  always  bruised,  so  the  thought  finds  her  that  if  she  just  leaves  it  alone  and  doesn’t  draw  anymore  attention  to  it,  he’ll  forget.  just  like  she  already  has.  he  was  hurt  too,  of  course,  and  that  was  important  too!  even  if  he  had  little  surgery  robots,  or  whatever.  allie  finds  the  best  way  to  distract  herself  is  to  look,  wide-eyed  around  the  room,  as  if  she  hasn’t  seen  it  all  a  thousand  times  before.  there  are  always  new,  beautiful  things  to  be  found.  or  old  things  to  look  at  again.  she’s  always  been  curious,  wandering  in  here  and  astounded  by  how  everything  sparkled,  even  if  she  didn’t  understand.

@arkreacts​​​​,   " is that a bruise? "

[vlyuvdova]

‘  don’t insult me by lying to my face.  ’

if she's taken aback, if she's surprised by the accusation, natasha does not say or do anything to indicate it. what she does, is allow her brow to furrow into something resembling a scowl that is far more severe than what he's used to from her. she loves tony, she really, truly does, but sometimes — sometimes he makes it very hard to show it.

" i'm sorry to disappoint, anthony, but it just so happens that this is one of the few times i'm telling you the truth. " she exaggerates, half out of hurt, half out of spite. it's rare that the black widow would lie to a teammate, even more rare to a friend. " if you don't want to believe me, then don't. i'm not going to stick around to beg. "

@arkreacts

[wonedeus]

—   𝐌.    |            THERE, IN THE PIT OF HER CHEST, IS THE FEELING OF FRENZY. an undercurrent to the tide of her calm, the ebb - and - flow of the remaining in control... she is patient despite her rush against time, the heel of her shoe clicking in a rapid staccato against the shiny floor and the clock on the wall [ 3:14, PM! ] ticking, ticking; the frenzy flutters outwards, blossoms as a lily with stems that travel through her muscles, that pull her taut as a string. this tower imposes upon her, its ceiling momentarily too high and out of reach. her chin drags upwards, silver gaze ascending before her eyes shut –– she exhales slow and steady. the memory of bad news clouds around the Ambassador's mind: WE MAY NEED SOME HELP DIANA, a program overseer had told her, voice unsure. I'M AFRAID WE SIMPLY DON'T HAVE ( ... ) THEY WON'T SHUT DOWN THE HOUSE, BUT – THERE'S NOTHING ELSE WE CAN DO... within a week, the Ambassador finds herself scrambling across the city, feet barely touching the floor, visitations made to every expert she can find: artificial intelligence whisperers, self - proclaimed geniuses with more bad advice than anything else. they are more worried with keeping alien technology for themselves, no interest in this woman's greater good, the longevity of these good deeds. the clock against the wall has changed time: 3:30PM... approaching footfalls pull Diana back to her surroundings; she looks towards the man and smiles wide, nervousness pulling at the edges of her mouth.

 ❝   Mr. Stark,   ❞ she begins, a hand extending to shake. a small apology is given for the email sent the night before, the message overflowing with attached documents ( REGARDING: DO YOU UNDERSTAND OTHERWORLDLY TECHNOLOGY? ) before the body of the email had even begun. her throat clears and when she speaks again, it sounds closer to thunder.  ❝   i hope i did not message you too late, i apologize if things sounded beyond urgent over email; i assure you: things could be worse.   ❞

BEFORE HER, THE FOOTSTEPS CEASE. he ( @arkreacts ) looks to her with a heavy expression: brows creased, mouth filling with pebble - words. “ have you told anyone else about this? ” –– in direct reference to the problem at hand, technology that has no master and no plans to listen. she shifts her footing.

THE CLOCK'S TIME PASSES QUICKLY, NOW READS CLOSER TO FOUR. the Ambassador gives a sigh. ❝   only those who have tried to help, and failed. you are the fourth genius - expert i have come to, and i am hoping that you will be my last.   ❞

[agirlingrey]

MR STARK.

“Welcome back, Mr. Stark,” Alys chirpily declared as she swiftly approached the group, effectively STARTLING several people who have failed to notice her. She completely ignored the half-hearted glare she received from Ms. Maria Hill as she continued making her way towards her ECCENTRIC boss, her arms full of so many folders that it was actually quite an impressive feat that she managed to stay upright. Alys muttered the necessary greetings as POLITELY as she could before firmly attaching herself to her boss’s side, her eyes following the many metal suits of the ‘Iron Legion’ fly towards the building with a DETACHED sort of interest.

“M.I.T called. Not the whole university. Just one person who works there.” Her lips twitched at her own lame joke. “Ms. Potts is away at the moment, so I told them to try to contact you later. I think they want you for a PRESENTATION in their graduation ceremony. Or something.” She hadn’t paid that much attention, to be honest. “I have also decided, just now, that I will be reducing Mr. Barton’s grade from SEVEN to SIX. Because getting your mid-section burned is not attractive. How are you, though? Did the mission go well? Seems like it did. Captain Rogers looks happy.”

@arkreacts.

[royaltyforged]

"You look like hell."

heathers sentence starters     (  accepting !!! )         @arkreacts        ❝        &        they   say   chivalry   is     dead.   ❞        icarus,     thine    contempt   observes   no   bounds   of   moderation.        to   heights   never   before   reached   does   this   man   stretch   thin   her   patience        &        still,       by   virtue   of      will,      she   resists.                 ❝   judging   by   your   lack   of      social   skills,       i’d   say   you   don’t   often   have   guests   over.       but   we        BOTH        know   that   to   be  untrue.        so,   what’s   your   excuse ???       i   suggest   you   find   one   quickly.   ❞

[justwhellmed-a]

@arkreacts​  replied to your post: that moment when the threat of his twin stepping...

I HAD MY VOLUME ON FULL

i a m so sorry but i am laughing 

[justwhellmed-a]

@arkreacts  replied to your post:                      me:  i should explore my star...

FICK I was thinking the same thing today bc my sw muse is so high

YOU T O TALLy should !!!  I tried to log onto my chewie account ??? and oops i freaking forgot the email  so i m just -- ma y b e i should pick another muse instead  . . .