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[shattersearth]

*Strokes your hair*

IT’S  INSTINCT  TO  RELAX  ;   a surprisingly natural response to sink back into the gentle, soothing touch, as if the other woman’s fingers are enough to brush away some of the  WEIGHT  she’s been bearing for so long. It feels like years since someone last touched her without hostility, and it’s nice – she must’ve  CRAVED  it for the way her guard drops, body shifting to settle into the most comfortable position against her companion as she shovels another handful of cereal into her mouth.

She’ll let herself get FIXATED on the TV screen, still clutching the box she’s helped herself to eating from as if she owns the place – not that she’d dare call a place home. Over the years she’s come to understand that home is people, whether it’s a  FAMILY  like SHIELD or just one person who makes you feel safe. It’s their job to run head first into danger, to face death and  PAIN  in order to protect the world, but she still she wouldn’t trade this home for any other.

            “ So, you wanna take bets on who Ramsay’s gonna murder first? ”

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[shattersearth]

“What do you think about this outfit?”

          “  I  THINK  the point of undercover is like... flying under the radar. But I guess your whole thing makes that kinda IMPOSSIBLE anyway. I mean, you’d probably even look hot in a trash bag. Not that I’m suggesting we put you in a trash bag. ” 

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[poiscnmade]

14. My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

The soldiers had said something about a body on the airfield. Isabel had promptly ignored them at first. But then came the stuttering, the nervous ramblings of children unfit for the carnage of war; the body of a woman...open wounds and gashes...already formed bruises...but still alive. That is what each of them kept repeating, shaking in their boots as they did so. She’s still alive. She’s still alive.

They wanted the chemist to investigate, as if her previous experience with creating the dead gave her licence to examine them. That, and none of the men would touch her; something about a goddess, able to withstand a rain of bullets and throw men through walls. Isabel complied after hearing enough of their complaining. She tossed down her notes and stormed out of the lab, clutching her coat tight around her frame as she marched across the strip of the airfield. 

She saw the figure soon enough, a heap of a creature near the entrance from the woods. The build was unlike anything Isabel had ever seen, lean, well muscled, yet feminine. She seemed completely alien, not of this world, save for the fact that she did bleed red. And there was a fair amount of blood.

Curious to find a pulse, Isabel bent down and pressed her fingers roughly into the side of the woman’s neck, waiting for either a response, or the creature’s last breaths. 

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innocentwcnder replied to your post: ❝ Did you call the doctor about that? ❞

Diana is now frustrated and angry! And definitely taking him to a doctor.

he doesn’t need a doctor!! wounds heal. he’s fine.