You're now a supervillain in the Marvel universe. Who is your archenemy, who are your allies, and what city do you take over?
Everyone’s The Hero of their Own Story Verse
She was doing some translating, while dinner was shimmering, the tv on in the background. Oh for the love of..J. Jonah Jamseson..we know for the hundredth time. She thought with a roll of her eyes behind her ‘glasses’ which she technically didn’t ‘need’ anymore not since a certain incident a few years ago.
But they we’re both familiar and good for blending in and give her that ‘smart’ look one expected from anyone in the day job field she was in, namely one of the many specializes in the museum and University system of New York.
Unlike some of the so called, ‘villians’ or rouges in this city. She and her husband weren’t flashy. Unless they needed to be. After all Dr. Strange and the other heroes went after loud and flashy first. No, there we’re subtlety and bided there time to strike anything or anywhere. Usualy they did there work when others we’re doing the front page news gig and getting in and out of prison.
They collected, and tried to snag and bag various things that shouldn’t either be for public consumption or was in the wrong sort of hands.
She raised an eyebrow, as J.J. ranted about Spider man, being at fault for yet another museum disaster. She scoffed and half winced with a slightly twitchy eye as she held and moved an amulet round her neck back and forth., “Idoits.” she muttered as the fight flashed across the screen. She could partly tell..what or rather whom had got unleashed after several moments of various angles and she checked her new warded and highly encrypted tablet. Via one of the Red Skull’s shipments, and some information from a Hydra agent who paid for his ‘tending’ after a nasty run in with Black Widow. Had gotten her and her dear husband some nice access to several of the various big players organizes intel.
They we’re so few who had the proper respect for history and the people and items that made it. Especially the mystical kind. With great power and all..speaking of the itty bity spider and his friends. She winced..and had to mute the tv for a bit. As another priceless item got a huge crack as someone got slammed into it. Octavian..you moron. She thought. She didn’t care if he was suppose to be some genius..he had no respect. She was surprised Dr. Strange hadn’t shown up to help his little friend. Ghouls and frost giants we’re nasty business.
She rubbed the back of her neck as she heard Dor padding over and she couldn’t help the wolfish smirk as she looked over and gently took the glass of wine he offered.His warm strong nibble hands working at the knots in her neck. It was like a slice of heaven being so connected to each other..outside of battle of course. Being soul bonded through the centuries as they we’re had both it’s pros and cons naturally. Several times it had cause one for the other to go Berserk . At the loss of the other. But as much as the intense pain and lonely ache it could cause the pleasure and the inevitable ‘draw’ toward each other. And courting in each life time well..neither of them complained about that.
She drew in a deep breathe and tried her best to ignore the idiotic and vandal like behavior on the screen for a few moments. So called ‘Heroes’ and their little arch nemeiss could be so very juvenile and messy. Children many of them to their years. She took a sip and let the vintage sit on her tongue. It had been sitting in one of their ‘caches’/vaults since at least Roman times.
Hmm, maybe they should leave the Bacchus statute for a ‘present’ to Tony. She was certain Their Detective ‘friend’ would like that. Stark was so much more the court jester and would be under the ‘god’ of wine’s influence. She did also wonder how it might affect or if all the Stalwart Captain’s sober visage. She heard a low territorial growl through their mind link. And despite her self she smirk and gently. Stroked her beloved husband’s breaded check. ‘shh, my love don’t be jealous..’ She though back gently and eased up to kiss him slow and teasingly. {He only reminds me of you, pale intimation of the original really.} she ..was rather a fan before her ‘awakening.’
she reassured her protective mate. {Hmmmph.} He replied sounding only mildly miffed at the complement but he knew she meant it. Never the less her put his arm round her waist and deepened the kiss languidly and with a hint of possessiveness. {Mine.} He growls lowly and she thrilled and trembled along with the vibration and the echo of the sound in her mind. {Always and Forever.} She replied. The Celtic infinity knot of her ring glowing softly in time with his.As she ran her hand up his chest after setting the wine of the coffee table.
and of course one of the devices and one of the statues light up and alerted them magically of an ‘incoming’ call. they both huffily growled and sighed, both there eyes flashing golden like coins. “This had better be good.” She muttered in an octave now quite possible for a human throat to make.
