#chaosbent

[falquinold]

hey will you teach me how to do spy shit.

step 1: show up to the meet and greet and mask up, and then immediately unmask yourself the second a guard tries to arrest you + flip that dude wwe style 

step 2: try to arrest the guy that jumped from the third story window + survived, after watching him successfully yeet a man into a telephone pole so hard that it bends, and think: i can take him

step 3: profit

[kineticplay]

with a dramatic sigh, he discards the script onto the coffee table. he stretches his arms and back and groans at the momentary relief the action brings to his muscles. he’s tired from all the hunching they were doing ...  it’s been almost 3 hours.  “ this has gone long enough. ”  he grabs her script and tosses it away as well.  “ i’m bored and i know my lines already, so let’s do something fun. i hear there’s a new exhibition over at MOMA. let’s go there. ”

@chaosbent​​  /   s.c.

[synthezcid]

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .

     “ Hang on, I’ve been practicing this--” The corners of his eyelids squint as he does his best attempt at a squint, which could be more aptly described as a rather exaggerated way of blinking. Another attempt, and he swears the left eyelid closes before the right. Almost there, he only had to work on his timing. “--It appears it is still a work in progress.”

[herrwagner]

face kiss

kiss face

[risingod]

wanna fight bro.

           “ im not entirely certain for what purpose. unless if its for your satisfaction?? then perhaps, it should be quite thrilling in my end.”  

[agntross]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾:   ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink .  *  @chaosbent​.

𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙴    𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻.            communications    radio    in    one    hand        &        a    steaming    styrofoam    cup    of    coffee    in    the    other,        agent    ross    emerges    from    within    the    depths    of    his    vehicle        :        he’d    already    had    a    premonition    that    this    was    going    to    be    a    bit    of    a    long    one.        by    the    looks    like    it,        he        &        the    team    have    just    missed    the    end    of    what    seemed    to    be    a    promising    battle    right    in    the    middle    of    manhattan.        it    was    a    regular    occurrence,        when    it    came    to    the    avengers,        but    it    only    meant    more    frightened    citizens        &        more    collateral    damage.        a    few    commands    are    barked    into    his    radio,        before    he    hooks    it    back    onto    his    belt        &        makes    his    way    in    so    that    he    can    better    survey    the    scene.        however        [    …    ]        the    sight    of    one    wanda    maximoff    sitting    on    a    curb    pulls    him    to    a    stop.        she    looks        ————        well,        she    looks    like    she’d    just    been    through    one    hell    of    a    battle.        a    moment    of    hesitation    before    he    crosses    to    her,        offering    forward    the    cup    of    coffee    that    he’d    quickly    put    together    for    himself    before    arriving    in    this    godforsaken    mess.            “        you    look    like    you    need    this    more    than    i    do.        if    you    drink    coffee,        that    is,        although    i’m    sure    i    can    also    procure    you    some    water.        ”

[herrwagner]

face kiss.

face kiss.

[purplequvr]

is my brother at your place again or has he gone missing. @chaosbent​

               “   he’s currently recovering from a   very   long night. i can pass along a message if you’d like?   ”   clint freezes briefly, his mouth obviously working faster than he can snap a filter into place. a sheepish smile spreads on his lips as he looks to the woman before him,   “   don’t tell him i said that.   ”