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[savage-weapcn]

For years now, Logan had been chasing his dreams. Unlike most who did that, he wasn’t aiming for his happy-ending, just picking up the pieces for the beginning and middle. He never got much to go off, but sometimes places felt familiar and scoping those places out tended to help him feel... something and that was all he could ever ask for. 

And, that’s what he felt around here. New York, he couldn’t remember ever visiting (but remembering wasn’t something he was good at these days), but it seemed every corner-turn he took, something was nagging at him inside. He could have moved on as easy as he always did, but the feeling he tended to get had never been this strong. So, he stuck around, jumping from dive bar to dive bar, fighting for their entertainment for a few nights before he moved onto the next one.

They paid little, but afterwards, he could drink to his heart’s content and that’s really what was important. To a man who had the regenerative system of Logan’s, ‘heart’s content’ usually ran out after the fourth or fifth bottle and he’d find himself kicked out again. Luckily, again, it was New York. The next bar was right around the corner and he had enough money to drink ‘til last call (he hoped).

Before heading inside the next one on the corner, Logan took a moment to stand on the sidewalk (politely away from their business perimeter) for a smoke. Against the brick wall, he struggled with his lighter, not looking up at the person he caught whiff of standing a bit too close to him. 

“If yer wantin’ to bum one, move on, this ain’t a damn charity.”

[spiderup-blog1]

      “Everything above water must be like space to fish, you know? They probably have no idea, but the dolphins probably have some theories.” Heighten senses sometimes got to be a little too much, even for a boy who dealt with high school life and lived in New York. However with Christmas coming, the nights got even more insane- and Peter had to put himself someplace quiet before he got too overwhelmed. His aunt understood, and didn’t really mind for she had some shopping to do without her nephew helping out.

      So there the boy laid, on his back, laying on the not-quite frozen ground as he stared up at the sky. Thankfully not many kids, nor adults, visited playgrounds at this hour. He was alone, talking to himself as normal, when he heard footsteps coming. Not a threat, his spider senses weren’t going nuts.

[ofxmindfulteaching]

There was no telling why he’d suddenly found himself in the future, a future mind you that he shouldn’t have been brought to in the first place because time was a tricky matter...one wrong move and everything got thrown off course. Luckily however he at the very least knew how to manage it, how to forcibly eject himself or at least prevent himself from one day returning and making a wrong call. 

It was clear at best that this had been an accident, there was no real intention for him to be here otherwise he suspected he wouldn’t have turned up randomly. A sigh passed, rubbing his temple as he adjusted himself within his chair to find a more comfortable position..only raising his head at the sound of footsteps. 

“Forgive me but I do believe you may be able to help me?” He spoke with some warmth, not quite turning his head enough to gather who had walked up behind him. “This is New York that much I do know...” 

[thawedcxpt]

In his down-time, Steve liked to take some time and go to the boardwalk. Sometimes, he’d walk around aimlessly and just enjoy the positive crowds. Others, like today, he liked to get himself a corner and do free drawings. It helped him improve on his human figures and kept his hands from itching. Of course, people recognized him, that was unavoidable. Being Captain America and Steve Rogers these days... tended to blend into being the same person, where as back during the war, he was able to separate the two.

Perhaps, he might have minded once, but there was something about a couple of kids with their Avengers shirts on screaming in joy and asking for pictures that made his heart fill with warmth a bit. After another round of pictures with a no older than six-year-old set of twin boys, Steve turned back to his seat and sketch-pad, pausing at the shadow covering his spot. He dropped into his seat and placed the pad in his lap.

“Would you like a drawing?” he asked as he straightened his pencils out, only after that, looking up to see who he was talking to.

[spiderup-blog1]

      “Oh, Spidey Bells, Spidey Bells, swinging through midtown~” Peter sang, swinging on over to another roof top to take a view of the street below. Aunt May was still working, and so Peter decided to too- who knew if Ghost Spider took the holidays off or not? If she did, he better make sure he was out here!       “Oh what fun to sling a web-” The boy went on with his song, sticking his webbing to the side of the building before jumping off to swing. “And take the bad guys down! Spidey Bells, Spidey Bells~” 

[higherfurtherfasterforever-blog]

angel on fire

Carol had been gone for a while. Joining the Starjammers meant leaving the Earth, and time was different out there. She’d seen so much, and yet, all she had wanted the whole time was a night back at home, in her tiny apartment, with Chewie. It wasn’t a big wish, but when your everyday is saving the universe, sometimes the small stuff is what seems truly extraordinary.

She’d been contacted, asked to come home. After everything that had happened with Ultron, they - the government, S.H.I.E.L.D., whoever They was this week - wanted her on standby. ‘If anything happens, we need someone we can trust,’ she’d heard.

Trust. Ha! Control, more like.

But, Carol had always served her country, even when they’d left her out in the cold. If they were asking for her back, the Earth needed her, and she couldn’t say no to that. Plus, she could really go for a coffee. The food out here just wasn’t the same.

By the time she had taken her first sip of coffee - real coffee - Carol had already learned enough about what Earth had been going through to realize that the ballgame had completely changed since the last time she’d been here. The fact that it was only the Avengers still operational made things even worse - these big league problems needed big league hitters, no matter if they were mutants or not. At least that solution was in the pipeline. Hopefully that would be enough...

Lost in thought, Carol only came out of her own mind when she realized someone was speaking to her - and had been trying to get her attention for some time.

“Oh, uh.. Can I help you?”

[rogue-mississippiqueen-blog]

so dark we forget who we are

Since her second year at Xavier’s, Rogue has had her powers under control - at least most of the time. She had been in the habit of wearing gloves and jackets, even in the middle of summer, but that practice usually made her stick out of the crowd. Not many people owned lace gloves, and even fewer wore them anywhere but a formal event. So, when trying to lie low, Rogue would find herself taking chances. 

She was trying to find information on the Brotherhood in hopes of it leading her to her mother - to Raven. Since Logan didn’t remember her, Raven was the only one she had left that she knew she could trust. She needed to find her, needed help to understand everything that had happened. 

The only information she’d been able to track down was a nightclub frequented by mutants - the kind of place she was sure she could find some information about her mother. It was also the kind of place she was worried about being recognized in - she’d been gone for 20 years, yes, but that didn’t mean there was nobody that would remember her. 

Good thing I started dying my hair.

She’d left the gloves and coat behind tonight, hoping her appearance had shed any tells of who she was. 

Who I used to be. I’m nobody now.

Taking a seat at the bar, Rogue didn’t even have a chance to order before noticing someone’s eyes on her from the end of the bar. 

“You plannin’ on just starin’ at me all night?”

[stacojiuwitch]

      Normally when bad dreams came to roost in the witch’s mind, Pietro was there before things could get worst. However, this was one of the rare nights that the twins were apart, Pietro having went to get checked up after the whole Ultron mess. It was good that he was finally getting closer to get the ‘OK’ to move around but, but.. Wanda couldn’t help but be selfish and just wished he was here. With her. Instead of these dreams..

      These dreams. These nightmares. These memories. 

      With a scream and a blast of energy much like the one she unleash back when they had been fighting that robot army, Wanda bolted upright in bed. Beads of sweat clung to her face, her heart racing as if she had just been taken right out of a fight. Which, it might just look like she was in the middle of judging by what was around her. Everything in her room was knocked over, a few things even broken due to the girl’s untamed powers. Chaos. Just like what her mind felt.

      Breathing heavily, Wanda almost reached out for her phone to text her brother.. to ask him to come home. He didn’t need to have this added onto his shoulders though. She shouldn’t burden him with another bad dream.       So covering her face, Wanda just ducked her head against her knees. It was just a dream, it was just a dream..