#blutschatten

[heroeslogic-moved]

alice nodded. he was right, the higher up would probably hate that. they didn't want their asset to feel human. they wanted him indebted to them and that wasn't fair. "what if you don't leave their sight?" she hated the idea, or rather hated the thought of it. in theory it was a good one, she didn't drink so there was no chance of her getting wasted and letting him out of her sight. in practice, bars made her antsy and she didn't like being around drunk people. still, there was a good chance it wouldn't be just any old drunk people, there would be agents there. off duty, but they were known quantities. "i mean, if you want, i can come with you. i'll sit where i can see you, but i don't have to sit next to you if you don't want. you can have a drink and when you're done i'll bring you back. i'm okay with baby sitting." she could do her job, and if her job required her to sit in discomfort for a while to allow nathaniel enough time to feel like a person for a bit than so be it. she wouldn't tell him how much she hated it though. she didn't want to make him feel like he was the reason she was uncomfortable.

REPLY to @blutschatten / nathaniel li fonti *

[griim]

Plotted starter for @blutschatten​ 

When Thanos had attacked, Gemma had not been paying much attention. She and Nate had more important things to work on, like taking out her father and everything he built. And, it was not her problem. Gemma was not an Avenger. Besides, the two needed a break, especially after the run-in they had with Gemma's father. One in which Gemma nearly had been captured. And the two had come out with several bruises and injuries, proving that Matthew and his son. Did not plan on going down without a fight. Which was a surprise that Gemma had not planned on. Standing before him, she looked up at Nate, a smile on her face. Finally, after some time to catch their breaths, a sigh escaped her lips, "thank you, Nate. For helping me and doing all that you have done," leaning up, lips planned to meet with his, however just as they were about to touch, she slowly faded to dust.

The snap had ‘chosen’ her, and for five years, she had spent time in someplace she could not describe. But, to Gemma, it felt like she had never left.

Five years had passed slowly for those who remained, but after Tony snapped his fingers, people began to return to the world. Many returned to the exact moment they had been in when the snap had taken them. And soon, Gemma appeared in the spot where she had been with Nate when it happened. Gemma was on her toes, leaning up for the kiss, but when her eyes opened, no one was before, which caught her by surprise and nearly had her fall. 'Nate?' Glancing around, she wondered why Nate had wandered off when they were about to kiss. They had been standing together right there. ‘Huh, did I have a memory lapse?’ A hand came to her head. No headache, something that usually happened when she ‘forgot things’ or lost track of time and became a doll. Figuring that he had walked somewhere else in the house, she began searching for him.

“Nate? Nate?” Walking through the house, she laughed, “where did you go? Are we playing hide and seek?” To Gemma, she had not been gone for five years. “Because you know if I find you. I want to get a prize.” Arms crossed over her chest as she continued to search. And, after a moment,  found him. A grin came to her face, “hello, handsome. You left me standing there, which was rude. If you ask me. Especially when we were about to kiss, hurt my feelings.” Coming over, Gemma sat on the couch and sighed. “What’s wrong? Did you not want me to kiss you? Because sorry if I seemed like I was pushing you. I wanted to thank you, and uh... I thought it was something we've both wanted.”

[phoenixssouled]

@blutschatten​ 

As Isaac found himself caught up in the explosion pushing him through the air, he made a new promise to himself: never get involved with witches and wizards and time agents drama because it just never ends well for anyone.

He feels a sudden shift in the energy around him as he flew through the air and when he opened his eyes, he found himself falling and immediately drawing up energy to form a shield around himself even if he couldn’t stop the fall. He notices people on the ground but there was no time to get out a warning by the time he spotted them. Isaac just hoped nobody got hurt.

Dust kicked up where he landed. He was fine, but he sensed that someone was dying. Looking down in alarm, he saw someone bleeding and winced before he sensed another soul flaring up defensively. He raises his arms in surrender, “Sorry, please don’t shoot.” 

Not that Isaac couldn’t shield himself if the man did shoot but he would rather not have to use his powers and resolve everything peacefully.

[griimarch]

@blutschatten​ liked for a starter

Mafia men had beaten her worse, and even then they made her get up, so how was this any different. Wiping the blood from her lip she stood up, ready to go back at it again, she wasn't ready to back down. Not yet. Her target was just up ahead, in sight of her, if she walked away she might as well kiss the operation goodbye. A low growl escaped her lips as she limped over to pick up the pistol that had fallen on the ground only moments ago. Gloved fingers slipped right into place as she aimed it at them, this was one thing Gemma wasn't. A failure. "You put up a good fight, but if you were smart you would have just killed me. Not left me for dead." Hands shook slightly, blurry vision giving her a slight disadvantage but she was nonetheless still a threat.

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[summerxmelodies]

@blutschatten continued from [X]

She doesn’t argue as he takes the lead for a moment. She might be impervious to harm, but she’s got not fighting abilities to speak of. She really should look at fixing that, but who has the time when on the run and homeless? 

She slipped into the stairwell and waited for him to follow, glad that her nerves seemed to have leveled off. The smoke escaping her had all but vanished and while the situation was still dire, it seemed like they were actually going to get away unscathed. 

Good. 

She’d worry about the problem of where to stay for the night after putting miles between her and the men hunting them.

She waited for him to take the lead again, never noticing what he’d done to the door. Quiet as she could she followed a half step behind him, careful not to crowd him, but also mindful of not allowing too much distance between them.

Her heart was racing in anticipation to the freedom that awaited them. Just a little farther!

[lovelylostminds]

Charlotte was so careful, but nonetheless someone managed to get a hold of her. Despite the pain running down her body and tremble deep within her soul, not once did she reveal Nate's location.

"Do you really think I will give him up?" she asked through her teeth, her vision blurry as she looked up at her attacker. "Oh no no- we know you wouldn't give up his location, perhaps he will come to save you." her attacker chuckled, of course Charlotte couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "I'm sure he won't, and I hope he doesn't."

In truth, she wasn't sure if he actually care about her like that. Most of the time whenever she found him, she's the one chatting, maybe even annoying him whenever she helps him out, Charlotte was always there to make sure he doesn't die.

Her train of thoughts were broken when she was shifted and the wound to her side shot a sting up her spine and for a moment she looked down, just to see blood soaking up her clothes before she let out a shaky breath.

"Either he saves you just in time or he takes his time and lets you bleed out. We still get what we want." and with that she was left alone on the floor, her abilities weaken to the point she couldn't heal herself. Charlotte only wished that Nate doesn't take her death to heart, or add it to his list. For a moment everything was quiet until she heard shuffling outside the room and the guards with her soon left the room to join the others, leaving Charlotte alone- perhaps this was her chance but whatever drug that was given to her, finally took its full effect and she couldn't move one bit, forcing her to stay on the floor with an open wound.

@blutschatten

[lokadottr]

SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT. even without opening her eyes that much was apparent. the air was still, the sounds of the city humming low in the background, the occasional revving of atv’s, the backfiring of cars that seemed to follow no matter where they’d settled in the city. none of that should have woken her, it was the noise that now lulled her to sleep along with the sound of a familiar heartbeat. for a moment she remains still, straining to find the source of what has her feeling on edge. nothing. for a moment she hears nothing. and so she sits up, ignoring the heavy weight of the arm slung across her waist as she blinks into the darkness.

it takes a moment, the blue shades of night providing little contrast to the long shadows that overtake most of their bedroom. it has not been their bedroom for long, only once he’d remembered her and their time together had anything happened. and though the anxiety that had followed from the moment she had met him once more had not lifted in that moment-- had not lifted still, a white dress hung in her closet, visible through the open door, worn once and then never to be worn again, pressed loosely between the rest of her things and his as well. it catches her gaze for a moment before she continues looking. perhaps her fears had been too much and woken her. torvi looks to the redhead sleeping beside her, peaceful, undisturbed, a glimpse into the past, at the unburdened man she had once known. and she cannot help the gentle smile that curves her lips.

and it is then that she hears it, the slight creak of the floorboards, her hand freezing where it had been, ready to brush his hair away from his forehead. they were not alone. they had not been alone when she woke. her hand slowly slides to his shoulder, gently shaking him, her movements slow, controlled, an attempt not to tip the intruder off to the fact that she has noticed. she glances from the corner of her eye, attempting to find the shape in the direction of the noise, but instead she hears only a new voice. deep, accented, a language she does not know but can guess quite easily. loud enough that she knows even without her previous attempts at waking him he would not stay asleep. and so she attempts to steer his attention toward her, hands grasping at his face, attempting to muffle the sound with her hands. fear seizes her heart, icy, all consuming. ‘ nate, nate, look at me. don’t listen to it. ’

@blutschatten​ / / somewhat plotted starter