#immortalweapon

[anxietylanterncruz]

[ text ]: I just brought the Spice Girls Greatest Hits.

@immortalweapon

(✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): wait for real (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): you haven't heard them before? (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): okay you have to do spice girls and backstreet boys and the classing britney spears album too! (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): you are in for a treat omg

[colleenrand]

“  i’m really worried about you.  ”

@immortalweapon​

They were no strangers to sudden distance. Where something snapped into place and one of them got quiet. Usually it was Danny. He’d get lost in a memory. Looking at a corner and whispering under his breath to someone who wasn’t there. (Colleen had always wanted to ask, but she had been worried about what the answer might me. Scared that she might uncover something that would break him.)

But it was her turn to disconnect. She had been sitting on the couch, GD with his head in her lap, looking up at her and refusing to move from the spot like he knew something was clouding Colleen’s mind. It was GD that lifted his head and looked at Danny when he spoke — Colleen was still. Only blinking when GD nudged her hand. “Hm?” She ran her hand over GD’s head before realizing it was Danny that was trying to get her attention. And it took a second more to process what he had said.

Worried. How many times had she said that? How many times had she looked at him the way he was looking at her now? Guilt touched her features, but no apology came. “I think I can do more good if I go back.” She had sworn she never would. Made a lot of promises to him and the community they had built here. But… they were always one step behind.

[daisyquakes]

i can make a straw wrapper crawl like a worm.

@immortalweapon

"Does it have anything to do with... you know.” She tipped her head to the side and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before she held up her hand and tried to emulate it glowing as best she could. “I mean, it was very good at the punchy thing.” It had been a long time since she had been excited about someone having powers. Personal experience had soured the hero worship she had engaged in when she was younger, and after what happened with Mike? She wasn’t out there passing out pamphlets to join the hero brigade. “Does the light change the molecular structure? Because that would blow Jemma and Fitz’s collective minds.” 

[glxrious-purpose]

[ text ] Have you gotten any work done? -- @immortalweapon

[Mister Rand] Sadly not. Your mortal "social media expert" seems unwilling to take many of my suggestions. [Mister Rand] And I am not entirely thrilled with his suggestions either.

[phoenixtouched]

[ txt ]: Ooh evacuate the dandelions. 

@immortalweapon

(✉️ ➡️ Danny ): I don’t know what that means. (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): Is it code for something? (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): Are you trying to warn me? (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): [unsent] Is her favorite flower dande— (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): Please don’t make me ask someone what it means. They’ll make fun of me.

[sharcarters]

@immortalweapon

It started with a series of text messages that seemed incoherent... so like a proper sibling, Sharon flipped her phone over and pretended nothing had happened at all. It wasn't life threatening and she was certain that whatever it was, would be fine. If Danny needed any real help, he had Colleen. But a short time passed and there was a knock on her door, and when she opened it, Danny was there.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she realized he was holding a duck in his hands. "Daniel," she said firmly, looking up from the animal to look him in the eyes, the question very clear before she spoke it. "Why do you have a duck?" And why did he bring it here? Sharon pulled open the door so he could come inside, still frowning. "How many unapproved pets did you bring home this week?"

[sovietavenger-a]

@immortalweapon​

Natasha had never bought into any dreamlike, Disney narrative that had been rolling on TV screens for years. There stories they told, Natasha could enjoy on a superficial level, but when you took them apart, she could tell you a thousand different ways that would make it more realistic. But there was one thing that they had gotten right. It was a small world. Even out on the Russian tundra. Even in the mountains that outlined countries and provided a natural defense — even on paths that were well hidden and could only be found if you knew where to look.

And in those strange corners of the world, in those darkened corners where people didn’t venture because it was dark and scary, and they were worried about frostbite or starvation. People who knew they wouldn’t make the trek because it was challenging. It wasn’t meant for anyone. It was meant for people like her. And a man named Randall. He had been drunk when she met him, battle worn and tired, and the way he carried himself she would have thought that he was a master of Zui Quan. But he had a tattoo. A dragon. It was on his chest and the second she spotted it; he had moved his shirt. Kept it hidden and told her to leave.

Seeing that tattoo though, it had touched on a memory. Tucked away in her consciousness. Locked away with so much of what she had learned in the Red Room. Information her mind didn’t need, so it stored it and let it collect dust until something brought it forward. And when she finally came to New York, there was open talk about someone with a glowing fist fighting in the streets. An anonymous registration with the name Iron Fist. He was here.

Or so she thought.

She was pulling on a memory that had lingered for years. Wondering what else talking to him might reveal if he decided that she was worthy of being spoken to. But when she stepped out in front of him after luring him there — a few men who had been robbing a small shop in Chinatown — it seemed to be his preferred location — but when he came around the corner, Natasha knew immediately. This was not the man she had been looking for.

Her head took a sharp turn, angling to look at him as if that would change what she was seeing. “You’re the Iron Fist?” A beat. “You’re astoundingly sober.” Another beat. “And you’re a long way from home.”

[mistressofmagic-a]

@immortalweapon​

Zatanna was getting stir crazy, she had never gone this long without using magic — and certainly never gone this long without having been outside. But while wearing a scarf would help hide the slowly fading bruise on her neck, it didn’t do much for the fact she couldn’t speak. But it wasn’t as easy as dropping off the face of the Earth for however long it would take for her voice to come back — she had shows and she had to have a legitimate reason for not going to them. And so, she covered it up. Tweeted out some bullshit about how she and her husband were taking some time off to spend together since they didn’t get that chance after their wedding. A lie with a hint of truth since they were spending a lot more time together, but it sure as hell hadn’t been by choice.

But she knew a few people that could keep their mouth shut — and a few people who cared about Tony just as much as they did her, and Danny probably had that extra bit of love in him for Tony. She had texted him, desperate for a change of clothes and not wanting to fish around in Tony’s closet or try and see if Sharon had left any of her clothes in one of the rooms. So, she asked Danny if Colleen had anything to spare so that she could at least change. It wouldn’t be her style, but at least it would be clean.

‘Thank you.’ She signed as she opened the door for him, realizing he was actually looking at her gestures where Miggy simply looked at her like she wasn’t doing anything at all. ‘Vocal injury.’ She explained, adjusting the scarf just enough so he could see the edges of the bruise. ‘Got in a fight with the universe and lost.’ She added, though there was a smile on her face this time.