#bredintowar

[killypool-archived]

what's a tik tok

❝ i’m 95% sure it’s a way to get drugs. or maybe like a mating call for 12 year olds in cosplay? it’s so confusing. i know there’s a lot of glitter, though. maybe we should get one. ❞

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               ❝ Did you time slip yourself into another dimension? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while. ❞ // @bredintowar low key ♥’d

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@bredintowar plotted starter.

usually tony would keep to himself when he was out with the intention of having a couple drinks, but with so few people around and the avengers gone he was requiring a little attention. he was used to having eyes on him, he may have toned it down a bunch but he still liked to get some attention. 

when he stepped into the bar he locked his eyes onto the back of another mans head. then his eyes were moved and locked onto his neck where he saw the silver glint. the bar was practically empty and tony’s interest was most definitely piqued. 

“you look like a guy who needs some good company and a hangover in the morning. so here i am to deliver. if you’re not then well i guess that’s bad luck.” 

[dysprng]

@bredintowar liked a starter call

it takes her seven months to rebuild the timeslider. it takes another seventeen days to muster up the courage to pack up her and hope and slam them into a new age. a time before hope can begin to understand. the time before WAR. it was enough of a risk to use a source of travel that she could barely begin to understand.

she keeps safe houses in mind as she and hope begin their search. after all, aliya isn’t going to be able to fight while she’s in labour. she learned that the hard way with hope. hope, a new dawn in the middle of their fight for survival in a world that didn’t want them. aliya builds her guns, teaches hope to master accuracy, and when her nine months are up, she packs their things and they make their way into the top right corner of america. north salem, westchester county in new york. xavier’s. the x-men. 

THE X-MEN. they fought the good fight for as long as they could. their influence ripples down their family. she has half a mind to look to hope and tell her the significance of shaking the team leader’s hand. but he watches them, hovers as he shows them to a room for just the pair of them. just before he goes, aliya’s hand darts out. she waits until he meets her eye before she tells him.

                    ❝ cyclops. thank you. ❞

just because she’s made a pitstop doesn’t mean she stops looking. if anything, mutants are forced to keep their ears to the ground in the super community. surely someone’s heard of a metal-armed man wandering around.

... okay, turns out there’s a lot of those. but the name CABLE comes from piotr rasputin, a sweet man who absolutely doted on the daysprings. it’s him. aliya knows. she tells him to find a way to get nate to the mansion. the day of, she’s waiting outside the front door, too tired to be on her feet, but too round to guarantee she could get to her feet by herself if she sat down on the one step ledge. she waits for a yellow cab to pull up.

[prisoner56898]

Rough touch!

@bredintowar​ || rough touch meme || accepting!9. Your muse wraps their hand tightly around my muse’s neck.

          Can you go check this unusual activity at an abandoned building in Hunts Points, the Avengers asked. It’s probably nothing, they said. You’ll be in and out in a second, they said.

          Except it isn’t nothing, and he isn’t in and out in a second, and Bucky would be cursing Steve’s ancestors if he wasn’t about to be tackled by a big fucking guy he’s never seen before. He sees the attack coming, subsequently making the huge mistake of trying to punch the man in the face, use the momentum of his charge against him.

          It doesn’t work. A hand shoots to grab his own, and the loud clang of metal against metal resonates in the empty building. What the fuck, he wonders for a small moment, stupefied – then has no time to think of anything else, for it’s the man who turns Bucky’s weakness against him, kicking the former assassin’s feet while he ruminates on his shock. The world tips on its axis as he falls, back first, head second, knocking hard enough to splinter the old wooden floor.

          Pain explodes in his head, vision going blurry around the edges. A hand wrapping itself around his throat, crushing weight of metal as the man squeezes. Such a familiar move, it almost sends him into hysterics. As if he’s about to get murdered in the hands of an older, scarier version of himself. Bucky has always been prone to self-hatred, but this seems excessive, even to his standards.

          Last shred of consciousness goes into reaching for the holster strapped to his upper thigh – numb fingers fumble to pull the handgun out, and he shoots before the man has time to knock it out of his hand. Skewed at best, the bullet only grazes the other’s shoulder. Not a killing shot by any means, but the hand around his neck unclenches just enough for Bucky to draw in a painful, desperate breath before he jams a Vibranium fist against the man’s side, knocking him off his body.

          He’d be relieved, maybe, if it didn’t feel like a fucking truck just hit him.

[selfsaving]

*  &  →  @bredintowar .

               WHERE  ONE  MIGHT  YELL   /   MIGHT  PROTEST  SOMEHOW  AT  THE  MEETING  OF  KNUCKLES   &   SKIN   /   somehow  a  chaotic  god  only  laughs.  finding ,  rather  than  TERROR ,  only  humour  in  the  blood  that  douses  skin.  picks  himself  off  the  ground  again  ——  back  of  a  hand  smearing  blood  further  across  a  face.  SWAYING  ever  so  slightly  as  he  straightens ,  but  with  no  care  in  an  expression  whatsoever.     “   are  you  QUITE  FINISHED   ?   ”

[battlesthatmatter]

bredintowar replied to your post “I wouldn't mind sucking you off Steve.”

Multi tasking is a thing, I'm sure.

Not at the voting booth. That’s sacred.

[kingsmanmakings]

@bredintowar continued from here.

       “Not old, seasoned.” Eggsy winked as he plucked the olive from the cocktail pick with his teeth before placing it and the empty martini glass on the table by the disassembled gun. “That makes you the only thing on my ‘to do’ list right now...unless you’re busy?” Nate was obviously in the middle of something, but it was up to him to decide if it was a task that could be set aside for later.