#eiqht

[djaerin]

darkness is a cover, a mistress he has not been yet able to tame but one that he can use. it hides his shadow, quietens the noise of his steps, it helps him disappear, making him furniture among the rest. it has been useful, having been so small and scrawny, trained from a young age : an orphan lost at sea, made to be rough, born to be quiet. leather covered fingers rest against his thigh, unable to feel the coldness of his pistol metal. the other hand stands at the ready, knowing every knife hidden on his body.

it is annoying, the slight mist created by sweat under the helmet he always wears on the job : the mercenary has learnt early the importance of anonymity, especially now that he has a child to look after. locks turn, eyes raising to the door, visor of his helmet adjusting the light. there she is. there is a few moments, observing her, knowing exactly the second she realizes someone is there. she is good. natasha. it doesn't really matter.

' you have something that does not belong to you, @eiqht. '

💜 starter call.

[dyavolvich]

( . . . ) @eiqht : " we have unfinished business. "

" we do ? " the question was meant to be no blade sharpened by mockery. instead, it could strongly be regarded as a poor attempt to bypass unnecessary trifles, to play coy. it was a feature that gradually became unconvincingly instinctive, whether it stemmed from humour or a lack of . . . capacity to juggle certain subjects when his concerns dwelled elsewhere. the financial district was just a quick drive away anyways, &. the head of the tarasovs might be bursting with his usual blistering indignation by now, making up tatters of excuses mixed up with bad, tossed-out jokes to appease the bratva seat ( yet, he still made a brief stop by; lingered on her realm to satiate the fleeting hunger pangs of curiosity ). it was far rarer to see an old peer rather than the puppeteers lounging in their barricaded offices nowadays, given the most recent body counts.

brown eyes calmly wander up &. around the room, picking up layers of information behind her, an inherent habit whenever he became pensive. " got a contract on me ? " he regards her with a candid smile, spared of teeth &. far too skinny of a line to become imperceptible. his intentions were not to belittle her, by any means! he simply has an attraction towards the most sombre humour! the bare thought of it was devastatingly GRIM. . . . he was unsure whether he would make it out in pieces if that fate were to befall him. nevertheless, these thoughts did not become apparent by the way his head slightly bowed, his words becoming murmurs, " can it wait for after lunch ? ( i'm really hungry . . . ) "

[starkindustrys]

who's not dead? sound off!

THE BLAST IS DEAFENING. a megatron of an explosion nearly wipes out the left wing, donning a cloud of dust and debris that shakes him to his core. REVIEW OF SYSTEMS. heart. tachycardic but normal rhythm. lungs. at total lung capacity. digits? shaking. eyes. closed. steady. brown orbs focus forward, the suit heavy on his head, tony breathes. ❛   iron man alive, ❜  he catches nat's call, one is alive. out of his periphery, stark can see the red, white, and blue — [ nearly singing the anthem himself, rogers is alive. ] he grunts, pulling up his arm when he realizes there's an oozing pool of blood coming out, the automatic stitching of his suit already starting as tony sharply turns left. wanda was behind him — and now she's nowhere to be found. eyes scan the landscape, landing on nat before nudging towards the center of the explosion. ❛   wanda and vision, we have to go NOW. ❜  | @eiqht

[deweaponize-arc]

@eiqht, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.

          ❝ 𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎. ❞ logan told you many things before he died —– some more helpful than others. YOU HOPED SHE WAS ONE OF THE MORE HELPFUL ITEMS ON THE LIST. leaning against a wall, you push yourself off it, entering further into the gallery. this is not the first time you've been inside the web, though being here after hours and wearing the yellow and blue matching two-piece [SUIT AND COWL] is a first. making this visit more professional than you'd like. you sum it up to the cost of being a hero. and, in a city like gotham, it needed all the heroes it could get. once within a fixed distance of the other woman, you cross your arms over your chest —– GAZE SETTLING STRAIGHT AHEAD. ❝ is that true? ❞

[deweaponize-arc]

OMG happiest of birthdays to you ✨️🎉

THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!

[asaptwelvy]

your tumblr is sick as fuck.

thank you & thanks for the support.

ps this is not twelvy.