#d:marc

[punishcrcastle]

@moonkxight

When he’d come back from his first tour, Frank had been shocked at how quiet New York was. Compared to the desert’s bombs and gunfire, the car horns and muffled conversations were so close to silent that it put him on edge, made him feel constantly paranoid about when the other shoe might drop. Maria had soothed him, had held him and muttered reassurances in his ear and, slowly, he’d relaxed. As it turned out, it’d been a mistake. The other shoe came down hard, eventually, just like it always did. There was gunfire, there was bloodshed, there was pain, and Frank realized that there was nothing quiet about New York after all.

It was still true now, even with the city apparently separate from the rest of the world. Being away from Earth itself didn’t stop the scumbags from being shitty, didn’t stop the crime from happening, didn’t stop the ‘heroes’ in their spangly fucking outfits from showing up and pretending to save the day. In a way, Frank wasn’t surprised when someone all dressed in white joined him up on a rooftop, cape billowing in the wind like a bad scene from a shitty movie. In a way, he almost expected it. “Jesus,” he muttered, glancing over to face the man. “Tell me something, you spandex wearing type, you all shop in the same place? Hate thinking there’s multiple stores selling this shit.”

[valhallabcund]

@moonkxight

Since the fall of the Valkyrior, making friends had hardly been something Valkyrie was good at. She’d had a great many friends that she’d loved dearly, and she’d lost them all in one fell swoop. It was difficult to open up to people after something like that, harder still to let herself grow close to Midgardians who were far more fragile than the warriors she’d seen fall in battle. Still, in spite of her best efforts, some mortals were impossible not to become fond of. Marc Spector, she’d found, was one of them.

Like her, Marc had a fondness for fighting and, like her, he was more than capable of winning them. He seemed to use fighting as a coping mechanism the same as she did, seemed to find comfort in bones breaking under his knuckles in a way that was impossibly familiar. A friendship forming between the two of them had likely been inevitable, and in spite of its challenges, Valkyrie couldn’t allow herself to regret it. She sat beside him at the bar now, unphased despite a night consisting of several fights in the ring. “That last one was almost a challenge,” she mused, taking a swig from her drink. “Do you think he’d fight me again if I asked?”