#fortunexteller

[artemiscrcck]

@fortunexteller

Going to the park with Brucely was one of her favorite ways to spend an afternoon after working from home. He was old, she needed the walk, and besides, for an old dog, he still had some energy. Running around with him on a path for a little bit, she stopped, thinking that she saw a face that she recognized. “Hey!” Artemis shouted, hoping that she wasn’t wrong.

[symbioticsoldier-blog1]

@fortunexteller

  From as far as Flash could tell, he was alone. He guessed it really didn’t matter if anyone saw him now, but a part of him still felt guilty. Now, standing before one of his best friends’ grave, after cowardly missing her funeral. “It’s weird, you know..” He started, quietly. Flash cleared his throat. “I never pictured myself talking to tombstones like this, but uh.. I’ve heard it helps.” He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’ve lost people overseas, even friends, so.. I don’t know why this is so hard. When I lost friends overseas, we were always boots-down.. ready to avenge.” His voice faltered, until it found itself again as he cleared his throat. “No one tells you how to handle death stateside. So.. I guess I found my own way. I know you wouldn’t like it, but it’s the only way I know how and..” Flash heard someone approaching to his right. “I’m sorry, Gwen.” He muttered, then turned to see a familiar woman. “How much of that did you.. hear?”

[thebetterblackwidow-blog]

@fortunexteller

Yelena had arrived home just after 5am - not long after she’d woken up, patched up and back together. She’ll thank Barton for that later in her own way - what way, she’s not entirely sure, but it’s definitely not to hang around his apartment and cause a fuss. No, she had quickly sent a few messages through to a very panicked Val and made her way home, not wanting to worry her friend any further than she already has. It’s one thing hiding half of her life from someone she’s come to care for, but it’s another to cause her undue stress because of it.

She’s barely even had a chance to change when she hears a frantic knock on the door, frowning as she shrugs a sweater on. Whoever it is, she plans to ignore it, but she checks anyway, heading out of her room slowly, careful not to move too quickly lest she pop her stitches or aggravate her bruises. A quick look through the peephole and Yelena can see a very worried Val on the other side of the door.

Yelena pauses for a moment, leaning her forehead against the door, considering her options. She can try and play this off but Val is smart, she’ll know something’s wrong. There are bruises on her neck she can’t hide anyway, she knows that. But... she’s come to learn that Val can be stubborn. If she’s here, she’s not going away. Taking a deep breath, Yelena stands up straight and pulls the door open, offering Val a smile. “I told you you didn’t have to come.”

[johnconstantine-hellblazer]

📱 John Constantine ⇆ Valentina

Magic Johnny: You could have warned me there was going to be a terrorist attack at that party!! :P

Magic Johnny: I thought we was mates???

[thebetterblackwidow-blog]

Text → Valentina

YB: Val?

YB: Apologies for disappearing, I wanted to be as far from the scene as possible.

YB: Are you somewhere safe?

[flxracxlxssus]

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Groot set his lunch down - it would be no good to accidentally take a bite out of bouquet he was preparing to sell instead of the one he’d prepared for his meal - and lumbered over to his customer to get a better look at the flowers she’d indicated. Daisies. Pretty, simple, and relatively inexpensive. There should be a sign indicating a dollar a stem.

A quick scan of the display locates the fallen sign on the floor. He bends and carefully tucks it back on the display of daises, then points to it before gesturing to himself, and then back at the flowers to ask if she’d like him to gather some up for her.

“I am Groot?”