#beldova

[slashre]

...         CRIMINALITY  HAS  RESTED  BENEATH  HIS  FINGERNAILS   :      the  sensitive  inner   -   lining  of  his  body  was  flecked  with  a  record  and  a  penchant  for  weaseling  his  way  into  situations        (        hey,   he’d  only  been  caught  once        ...        alright,     a  handful  of  times        ...        alright,   a  little  more  than  a  handful,    but  who’s  asking?        ).        his  feet  rest  against  the  coffee  table,    the  tv  fizzing  in  and  out.     they’re  drawn  together  by  static  and  soft  words,    a  lazy  day  etching  itself  into  the  subtle  stretch  of  his  spine.      work  sucks,   the  monday  fever!      there’s  a  thousand  adages  to  account  for  the  aches  in  his  shoulders,     the  desperate  way  he  tries  to  shift  himself  into  comfort.    

‘   pizza  sounds  good.   hey,   you  know  they  have  these  ones  where  you  can  totally  customize  your  own  toppings        ...        i’m  not  kidding,   totally  customizable.    and  you  can  get  whatever  base  you  want.   ’        scott  pulls  out  his  phone  and  scrolls  through  delivery  apps,    tilting  her  phone  towards  her.        ‘   get  anything  you  want,   really.    it’s  linked  up  to  a  less  than  legal  bank  account.    guy  won’t  notice  anything’s  missing,   either.   ’

#cont        ...        @beldova

[gloryguarded-arch]

( @beldova​ // cont. )

IT’S HARDLY THE FIRST TIME HE’S BEEN CALLED STUPID but he still bristles at the assumption.  ❝ Or you could just tell me. ❞  He frowns. He doesn’t have a smartphone, he barely has a phone at all. It’s not SAFE. He exchanges burners frequently so he, Melina, Yelena, and Natasha can keep in contact if they need to. With the work that still needs to be done to free the remaining widows, they must be cautious.  ❝ Why the sourpuss attitude? ❞

[geliath]

i’m as in the dark as you are.     the claw - tip of an abyss serves to dash odessa and bruce in one inky movement,   because the language of darkness is one that consumes     [   some believe light to be kinder,   but the truth is that each existed as a very different villain:   the aching promise of white,   crystal claws and muffled lips,   revelation shining down upon dipped daisy - heads,   the starkness of his body as visible as any scar   .   .   .   darkness at least had the decency to hide as it consumed every patient misdeed of humanity   ].      

she spins around in a chair,  viewing the room in cut - outs and fogged shapes,   the mind fumbling through colours.   how funny to see such reckless childhood in action.    it reminds him vaguely of the beast that lurks within him,   because all life is drawn back to his green pulse:   everything exists in comparison     [   you cannot escape the monster you have made of yourself,   banner   ].     she is like him,   she is unlike him.   the places between,   where his fingers dig into spines and crackling muscle,   are not made for people like them.   he stands at his desk,   typing away at code and lines and equations,   consuming himself as the screen stares back.     the ouroboros eats itself.

‘        i’m not sure i’m the guy with the authority to be asking questions here.     i’m just   .   .   .   i’m just the computer guy.     the scientist.     if you have any questions about what we’re working on here,   i can help.    but,  uh   .   .   .   they’ll keep you for as long as they need you and try to make you as comfortable as possible during that time   .   .   .   you are comfortable,   aren’t you?        ’

@beldova + continuation.