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[hawkguyed]

@slavicshcdow

Between the two of them, Clint and Natasha had a very wide variety of enemies. Natasha’s tended to be a little more intense, while Clint’s were more... colorful. It was a nice balance, he figured, which was definitely important. Balance was really the key to any great marriage, after all. 

Sometimes, though, things didn’t really seem balanced. For example, Natasha’s villains very rarely burst through the door in the middle of movie night muttering about dogs and bros and making Clint sorry. Clint’s, however, seemed to do this often. It was to the point that, rather than raise his hands above his head when the door burst open, he heaved a dramatic sigh and threw his head back. “Really, guys?” He asked before any of the tracksuit bros could so much as open their mouths. “Again? Your buddies, like, just did this. It’s been a week. A week! Can’t you at least give me a month? The doors are getting expensive.” He glanced over to Natasha with an apologetic shrug. “I’ll fix it in the morning,” he promised her. “Or, like, tomorrow afternoon? Mornings, y’know, not my thing.”

[queenswatson]

@oftorch

It really annoyed MJ when her friends weren’t available to immediately drop everything the moment she needed a favor. Sure, a lot of her friends voluntarily spent a lot of their time saving people and fighting lava monsters or whatever, but still. They could at least reply to her texts, something Johnny had rudely not done. She wasn’t going to let that get her down, though! Peter may have been an awkward and unconvincing scene partner, but he was the best she could manage on such short notice. And he did his best...she thought. It was hard to tell. If he wasn’t home then she’d really be out of luck. 

MJ knocked on the door five times in quick succession so he’d know it was her, and also so he’d know she was in an impatient mood. He didn’t answer immediately and if she had to deal with being ignored twice today she was gonna lose it. Thankfully, Peter opened the door eventually and she barely noticed the expression on his face as she brushed past him to pace around the living room as she spoke. “Look, my agent sent me a new script! I need someone to run lines with and Johnny wasn’t texting back, so you get me instead. Don’t worry about your line reading, I just need somebody to bounce off of.” She handed a script to him without waiting for him to agree.

[magneticmistrcss]

@ircnicarus

Typically, the X-Men fought as a team. They were tight-knit, they were a unit, and that was all fine, but honestly? Sometimes, Lorna just needed to get away from it all. Surrounded by that many people, she often felt it became difficult to breathe. It was the sort of thing that drove her to make the giant mistake that had been trusting Erik, and she was trying not to make those sorts of mistakes anymore. Instead, she went out with the intention of doing something good. 

Tonight, that translated to facing off against some c-list villain asshole who figured terrorizing a couple of mutant kids in an alleyway sounded like a fun time. The battle had been pretty brief -- the guy pulled a gun, Lorna snatched the gun, the gun ‘accidentally’ bounced off the guy’s head -- and she was just trying to figure out the best way to get the unconscious goon to jail when she felt someone approach behind her. The metal of the suit called out to her in a way that made her utterly unsurprised to find herself face-to-face with Iron Man upon turning around, and she spared him only a quick glance before looking back to her goon. “Party’s over, Iron Dude,” she commented. “Guy’s knocked out cold. Hey, you wouldn’t happen to want to take him to the cops for me, would you? They might take an unconscious idiot better coming from you than me.” Mutants still weren’t the NYPD’s favorite group of people.

[multiversalticket]

@shield-ofathena

Diana Prince was a total fucking badass. America had become gleefully aware of this fact shortly after meeting the woman, and she doubted she’d ever forget it. She was incredible on the battlefield and off of it, a dream to work with in any situation. She worried, sometimes, but America didn’t mind. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone worry about her, almost forgotten the warmth that came with knowing someone cared enough to be concerned when she ran into a fight fists first. 

As an added bonus, Diana’s worry never caused her to try to stop America from running into fights. It did, occasionally, lead to her running into battle alongside her. That was the case today, as they faced down some guy in a flying chair who seemed intent on terrorizing New York with his mediocrity. “He looks like a total nerd,” America commented with a snort, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked on. “What do you think happens when I punch him out of the chair? You think it stays floating, or you think it falls? Kinda wanna make a bet or something.”

[magneticmistrcss]

@xhcvok

For months, Lorna had felt as though she was utterly alone at Xavier’s, fueled by Magneto’s insistence that she could never truly belong among the X-Men. In that time, she’d distanced herself from her friends and classmates, something she was sure had been her father’s intention. Now that he was out of her life -- permanently, she hoped -- there were amends to be made. Some would doubtlessly be harder than others, and hoping to ease into things, Lorna chose to start with the easier ones.

Alex had always been easier to connect to than most, easier to be around. She hadn’t pushed him quite as far away as she had some others, but she still hadn’t been a very good friend to him as of late. She hoped to rectify that now, standing outside his door with a Styrofoam cup carrier equipped with two coffees balanced against her hip. Knocking on the door, she pushed it open carefully and poked her head inside. “I brought you some coffee,” she announced with a small smile, waiting in the doorway.