#h4untedx

[whitewdow]

@h4untedx liked for a short starter.

❝ hold still and let me clean it ... it's going to hurt but you'll live. ❞

[dxrkeyes]

@h4untedx dealt her hand ♠️

"Lissen, I may a' spat a couple unsavoury jokes 'bout cappin' a Senat'uh, but dis ain't de way, fille."

Of course he was the one to run into the mutant-born serial killer. Not that he hadn't had his own share of encounters with her ilk, but this time was different. His infrequent visits to the institute had him picking up on bits and pieces of intel, the prime suspect being a former student and all. The optics were horrendous, not just for the school, but for mutants as a whole. They were already in hot water enough as is.

Then again, maybe he was the right person for her to run into—used to living in the shadows. Something told him she wasn't acting of her own volition.

"I know coercion when I see it. Done lived it, so who's at de end a' yo' leash?"

[garglemyballsack]

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you're sure as hell overdressed.

"sure as fuck beats behind underdressed. imagine showing up buck naked in this breeze?" overdone wriggle as he blows out a breath and shoots both brows towards his hairline emphasizing the chilly bullshit they're standing in. "i mean. done it before but i don't think the suits back inside would be able to handle it. different age. a much more pearl clutching, stick up the ass one than the 70's. damn shame. these assholes? might choke to death on their cocktail weenies." lips purse, shoulders hitch. "not that it'd be a bad thing. can't stand most of the deep throating, gnob gobbling boot lickers."

green eyes comb across delicate features. deceptive or not. they're pretty. fit the rest of her, don't they? manhattan spreads out beyond their perch. the soldier surveys the city with a sense of nostalgia softening his features. fingers curl around the railing as they flatten themselves and take on a different mood. caught himself slipping too far. reel it in.

chin inclines towards the buildings beyond. not really anywhere in particular just a gesture. "say you and me get out of here? find something better to do?" attention pivots from the skyline back to her. mischievous little twinkle and crooked grin give away exactly what he's implying. "could a few better ways i'd rather be spending an evening. unless you'd rather stick around and inhale some more suffocating perfume blended with i'd rather choke myself out cologne that costs more an ounce than most of the staff makes in a night."

[bonusdamage]

“help me, or get out of my way.” / @h4untedx

“ YOU'RE NO FUN, you know that? would it kill you to lighten up some? audiences hate gritty superhero media anymore. ”

[billyandhismultiples]

@h4untedx liked for a silly pick-up line starter!

"Let's commit the perfect crime—I’ll steal your heart, you steal mine."

[garglemyballsack]

@h4untedx || inbox meme reply || <3<3

a roadside diner at 3 a.m., neon buzzing, coffee burnt.

the v, the v, the v!!!

all he fucking hears about. homelander's voice on repeat talking incessantly about his plans for the future if they only could get their hands on the v, the v, the v!!!! soldier boy wants to rip his own ear drums out about nine times a day just to get a fucking break. the self-obsessed weirdo back at vought only relented on coming with him once soldier boy convinced him that he had better luck meeting a contact without him there--and one that could sense his very presence--if he chose to tail along would mean they'd get absolutely nowhere if he didn't give him some fucking room to stretch his legs and do what he does best..

..lie through his fucking teeth. to such a believable degree that he often believes his own bullshit long enough to get past the nosy fucks that like to read auras, chakras, brain matter. whatever the fuck they do. static only works for some. lying so convincingly that no one doubts a word? well. him and clara did learn a lot from each other. didn't they? some good. some fucking horrible. left for debates from others he couldn't give two shits about.

walking into the diner dressed in clothes that let him simply blend into the crowd, head down and fists stuffed into the pockets of a black jacket that'd be donned on any sort've construction worker or trucker looking to ward off early spring cold (he doesn't need it.. but everyone else is wearing one, so. when in rome??) he bellies up to an old counter that looks straight from the 50s. boomerang print any all. swivel seats. cracked and broken leather. no where anyone would come looking.

burnt coffee arrives after a murmur for a cup. he hooks a finger into a sugar container with little paper packets. the creamer though? that's sitting by her arm. low voice drifts her way over the top of buddy holly playing on a jukebox. (they really are going full theme here, eh?) "hey. mind passing that over? thanks."

[iobartach]

@h4untedx // starter call

"The less I know about other people’s affairs, the happier I am." It's a habit that had stuck to him like glue, keeping as much as possible out of the way. He had enough on his own plate to deal with, between protecting the multiverse and addressing any troubling concerns that arose at home, let alone in this era.

In this so-called age of heroes.

"So rather than ask what you're up to," Again, his reluctance to ask rears its ugly head, a fault that slips past the barrier of folded arms and stern tone, "I'll pitch you this; do you need a place to hide? To lay low?" Which, in spite of everything, sure sounded like an offer of help.

But, if he didn't stick around afterwards, who would be present to know of his potentially good deed, other than the stranger in question?

[invulnerablextouch]

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood. + reverse.

This wasn't supposed to happen to her.

Being invulnerable, physical pain wasn't something Rogue often experienced. Every time someone did manage to hurt her, it snuck up on her, the searing feeling of being wounded. Her breathing was shallow and quick, fear dulling what remained of her senses. She wasn't sure how she made it back to the school. Truthfully, she wasn't sure where in the massive home she actually was. She opened a door, assuming it was hers, only to find someone already occupying what was clearly not her room. "Sorry," the word came out mumbled, barely intelligible. She leaned her back against the door frame, clearly exhausted. "Jus' give me a minute..."