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[venturoushearta]

@cptncarter​ asked  “That doesn’t even make sense.”

              “ARE YOU REALLY THAT SURPRISED?” Clara laughs softly and shrugs. “I’m a goddess travelling time and space. Lots of my stories probably don’t make sense.” She’s grinning and hums. It’s just a game. Even if it’s the truth, she treats so much of it like just a game. Otherwise she worries she starts losing the fun of it, losing the warmth she tries so hard to hold onto. “Okay. Go on, tell me. What bit are you stuck on? Is it the gargoyle things?”

[gonelegacy]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄.   kate pulled a few arrows out of her quiver,   quickly aiming at her targets, watching two pin two men to the wall, and the other exploding the other backwards.  thank futz tony’s glitter arrows hadn’t made it into her quiver today.      Still,    she quickly swinged her bow using the metal to knock another out.     her eyes quickly looking towards captain carter.    this was meant to be an EASY mission.   yeah Kate owed Clint an apology.  She had promised that the mission was going to be easy in her note to him (the note she left before leaving without telling him).    the last henchperson had fallen when Kate spoke.  concern was evident.  ❛   they know we’re here ...     maybe this is a trap?   We didn’t set off anything...  ❜

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[lokadottr]

‘ gods, that may be the most garish outfit i’ve ever seen. ’ the brunette speaks, tone hushed as she leans in. her coffee is still warm on the table in front, and her hands wrap around the mug to keep some of that warmth for herself. ‘ who told her that it was a good idea to leave the house like that? ’

@cptncarter​ / / starter call

[sciencebuff]

  ❝    Hey,  uh,  you  are  old  right?  Not  old  old,  but  uh,  you  were  born  ages  ago.  Can  I  ask  ya  something?    ❞

starter call • @cptncarter​

[bardbattledhasmoved]

❝ but...  how did you do that? ❞   it feels like a pretty lame question, considering elsie just watched her do it. an incredible feat of strength like that doesn’t come solely from practice though. it doesn’t seem like it should be physically possible. but she’s grateful. that might have saved her life, after all.

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[crimsonsunsets]

❝  Heard  you  were  curious  about  me.  ❞    In  one  great  leap,  the  vigilante  known  as  the  Nomad  dropped  down  in  front  of  Peggy  Carter,  blue  cape  flying  in  the  afternoon  breeze,  a  caginess  to  his  figure  is  impossible  to  associate  to  the  superhero  he  used  to  be.  Captain  America  had  confidently  stared  down  super  villains,  presidents  and  aliens;  the  Nomad  was  warier,  disolusioned  with  the  world  around  him,  and  right  now,  incredibly  curious  about  the  woman  in  front  of  him.  He  had  heard  all  about  her  from  Sam  Wilson,  the  only  hero  who  knew  his  true  identity;  to  everyone  else,  Steve  Rogers  had  retired,  taken  his  SHIELD  and  was  finally  living  like  the  old  man  everyone  accused  him  of  being.

   Sam  had  been  right,  if  there  was  one  reason  to  risk  his  secret  identity,  the  sudden  appearance  of  Captain  Carter  was  it.

@cptncarter  • marvel starter call.

[unsteals-archived]

         ❝ you need to let me walk out of here. ❞   she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and she doesn’t want to get hurt either. it’s not like she enjoys that  ( as much as she does the danger anyways ). but the golden object clutched to her chest by one hand is too precious to give up without a fight.   ❝ i’m trying to save you. all of you. ❞

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[desafia]

@cptncarter​ ||  like the post cowards ↳ from: quotes about death prompts

             well,  that went poorly.  the pain does not register right away  (  it rarely does  ).  laying upon the cold cement she merely stares up at the sky and releases a slow breath.  this is what happens when she decides to make herself useful.  a walking disaster sewing chaos and destruction in her wake,  even when her intentions are otherwise.  she was supposed to stop the blast.  instead she’s gotten her eyebrows singed.  her ears are still ringing when a shadow is cast over her face.  it takes her a moment to realize the other woman is standing over her with far too much concern on those lovely features.  squinting up at her,  magnolia moves her hands to sign  ❛  don’t feel bad, i’m usually about to die.  ❜