#int. marvel

[araknida1]

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

patching up wounds. ⁽ ¹ ⁾

“ mister barton, ” i am cut off as a flinch jolts my body, the largely and insanely loud bang from the cafe's outside seemingly approaching at a quicker speed than anticipated, “ despite my current appearance, i am quite capable of helping out. ” the burning on the left side of my thigh is a slight sting at worst, and sitting around is making it worse. the aschard blood would heal it soon enough, and though it was a new development, the blood racing in my veins, the crimson eyes and largely unconventional fangs should make it quite clear that i am capable of at least aiding civilians. “ there are too many people here for you to do this on your own. ”

[araknida1]

❝ oh yeah. now you’re all quiet. not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room, huh? ❞

jealous, fiercely protective, and territorial. ⁽ ¹ ⁾

“ i hate to poke holes in your theory, ” i don't, my eyes flashing dangerously at my husband, “ this is new york. i'm never the toughest guy in the god damn room. ” not in the entirety of my five foot eight body: i just happen to be the loudest purely out of spite against injustice and mandatory silence. but that racing heart beating? my chest rising and falling? the zip on my mouth? it's because i crave, i want the very man that has somehow gotten under my skin, and rattled my bones.

i don't look away from him, bruce only a couple strides away. i challenge him to act. to do something. but my eyes, they dance all over his face in micro seconds, they linger on his lips, and they race back up to those beautiful eyes that usually make me melt. “ i'm giving you the chance to rip those noises out of me yourself, darling, or do i have to go home and do it myself? ”

[araknida1]

"you don't scare me."

random sentence starters. ⁽ ¹ ⁾

margaret sterling, glorious and feral, feared the girl in the mirror. the glaring crimson eyes that dismantled and fixated, the danger they transmitted through the reflection: she missed the soft brown and blues, the matching pair to her late brother's. “ you should. ” her words are a warning, looking past herself now and towards the boy. “ i'm not like you. i'll hurt you, some day. maybe not today, maybe not this month, or this year. but some day, you'll hate me. so fear me today, and save yourself the later trouble. ”

[araknida1]

“ you don’t know what i’m capable of. “

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“ do you even know what you're capable of, wanda? ” voice cut through the crowd threatening outside of the daily bugle, eager to devour the scarlet witch and martyr the queen of chaos. co - workers spin, and it looked and felt like something, or someone, had cut the strings of a spell: shoulders sagged, murmurs now hushed for the moment instead of the condemning witch speech! “ we're losing track of who you are, and what you can do. you don't have to give us much, just enough to let us know that you're not going to turn into a scarlet hurricane. ”

[araknida1]

the spider - woman struggled to hold the rubble, strained even with the extra hands. but the arachnid's patience and mental tenacity is strong, working through shaking muscles and protesting limbs as the civilians crawled through and past. she's not listening, eyes closed and pouring all her focus in the building, until @weavingly called the all - clear. building collapsed all around her, but her webbing pulls her out, shot from her third and fourth arms. a gamble, but one that pays out when she escapes the collapse unscathed. “ golly gee, that was a close one. ”

liked for a spidey - woman.

[araknida1]

“ care - ful! ” metahuman flinched, web shot to catch the vase falling from its pedestal. a little bit more and the priceless artefact would've become a thousand pieces of nagging for @nota1one. “ you nearly put yourself and the next five generations of you into debt, dude. ”

liked for a spidey - woman.

[araknida1]

the baxter building has this view. enjoyable, and the perfect amount of unreachable. the ledge of the balcony isn't as comfortable as i'd like, but who said the fantastic four were perfect. my head twists towards the sound of the sliding door opening, peaking out to watch this world's @torchings step out. unnoticed, i crawl under the guise of the night veil, until i reach the spot above his head, a grin plastered on lips to unveil pointed sabres. “ fame becoming too much for you inside? ”

liked for a spidey - woman.