Mar 8, 2019
Happy International Women’s day (March 8)
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Happy International Women’s day (March 8)
Bruce wasn't one to spend much time outside of Avengers Tower now that he was able to call it home. He felt safe there, as safe as he could feel. And comfortable away from the public eye. Ironic considering the paparazzi and helicopters that always seemed to frequent the area in the hope of stealing a glance or a photo of the one and only Tony Stark. But the lab was filled with white light, the windows not allowing for much natural lighting when the sun had shifted in the sky. His head was beginning to hurt though the day was far from over, so instead of poring over the papers he had been annotating for the best part of the week, he had decided upon taking a break. An hour of meditation in his bedroom and he was now sitting in a nearby park, drinking a juice from a juice bar that charged obscene amounts considering the bio-degradable plastic cups contained crushed fruit and not much else. Once upon a time he would have been horrified, especially given his work in Calcutta, but life always did have a way of forcing you into habits. Eventually things just became normal, no matter the circumstance. He took a careful sip, absentmindedly checking his heart rate as he did so, the green hue of his drink reminding him of what lay just below the surface of his skin, the danger he could never escape. He was so distracted, that he didn't notice the top sheet of paper on the pile of essays he was supposed to be scanning fly from where it had been sitting on the bench beside him. Not until it had come to rest at the feet of a stranger. He stood hurriedly with a sheepish smile, reaching to pick it up. “I’m so sorry-” He murmured, collecting it from the ground, clutching it to his chest as he straightened back up. “Forgive me.” @lastzenwhoberian
I Want Candy and a Nutritionally Balanced Meal || Groot & Gamora
Groot was staring at the door the the dining hall with all the malice in his heart. He had been trying to get in for a while now, but he had yet to be successful. With a growl and foot stomp, he looked around, trying to see if anyone was coming who he could follow inside. That was when he spotted a familiar green figure walking past. With no warning, Groot ran up to Gamora and latched on to her leg in an odd sort of hug.
“I am Grooot!” [Gamora, I missed you!]
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