#ironchosen

[thanagrian]

@ironchosen asked for alana stark + bubblegum

[sorrowmarked-a]

starter from claire temple for @ironchosen​

she was just coming off of a forty-hour shift. what she wanted to do was go home, and drop into bed. she wasn’t sure what stark wanted from her. or how the billionaire had even known to come seek her out. claire stuffed her hands into her coat pocket, smile tight. “listen. i don’t know what you’ve heard about me,” she said, leaning against the side of the hospital building. “but i already got one billionaire who signs my paychecks,” claire gestured to the hospital next to her, hands still in her pockets the coat moved to gesture with her. “and i doubt you’re going to give me a better deal than he does. especially since danny gave her what she wanted, no questions asked. 

“so i hope you aren’t here to poach me. because i’m definitely taken.” 

[mrscoultxr]

|| @ironchosen​ ||

                 The first to enter the room was the golden monkey, though he only served to lead the way for the dark-haired beauty that he was so connected to. Mrs. Coulter followed just a few heel clicks behind, a smile beaming across her face from cheek to cheek as she walked with purpose towards the woman seated at the desk. Coming up beside Alana, she leaned down, peering at what the other was doing, before pointedly and with barely contained excitement, said, “I have good news.” A light hum followed, almost sing-song, as she looked at Alana. “The funding was approved. We can start scouting for a location immediately.” With that, she placed the file folder containing the funding proposal down on the table. “And, of course, begin working on those schematics. Though, I was thinking, we might celebrate too.” The golden monkey jumped up onto the table then, careful not to disturb anything that lay there, and looked to the pygmy owl with a shine in his eyes.

[doctorbrycebanner]

@ironchosen  answered:

SEND !!! TO FIND ALANA STARK ENTIRELY BLOODY AND IN HER NATURAL STATE.

you know, there are things you’d would never assume you’d go through. for one, this. for two, this. for three? this. if someone told you as a kid you would’ve gotten huge injuries regularly that just led to severe body modification and prosthesis you would’ve said you’re kidding, right? you’re not blessed with this thought when your hand grips for bryce’s doorway. it’s clumsy, awkward, awful, the doorjamb almost slammed on your fingers. she sees the blood your hand leaves behind, and you can do nothing but say you’re sorry through the razor-sharp words in your throat. your gut burns, aches, beats.

if she’s always angry, then you’re always afraid.

you can’t feel anything but that wash of panic. it’s like being pulled under the tide, rolled and tossed around, spit out onto the shore mangled and soaked. you keep patting your pockets looking for your fidget cube, the one left back at your office, but your whole coordination gets you nowhere. you can’t find anything you can’t do anything y–

“bry–ce?”

At one time, the human body and its fragility had fascinated Bryce as a child, curiosity the most enticing way for her to deal with the trips to the hospital that she couldn’t wouldn’t explain to suspicious nurses. Easier to learn how her skin turns redyellowpurplegreen than to wonder why. She hadn’t ended up becoming a medical doctor in the end (just as well, her nature wouldn’t allow her to keep the Hippocratic Oath), but she’d been well on her way before she decided to pursue radiology and collect PhDs along the way.

Decades later and she’s old enough to know the body may be a complex machine of intricately interwoven parts, but its also horrifying. It would burn itself up to destroy an invasion and produce acids strong enough to harm tissue just to disinfect itself. But worst of all were the horrors conjured by the brain in attempts to keep the self alive with hypervigilance. Her hands hover uncertainly she tries to look over Alana to put together a picture but in the end she grasps her arm lightly to lead her in. Never mind the blood, she’s gotten much worse on her. “I’m here. Who did this to you?”

[maskedheroics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘, lips pursing as the news crawl continued. There had been a fight in Midtown, none dead but a few injured. The biggest issue was property damage. Reports were criticizing them for their actions, calling them dangers. The same bullet points that always came up were parroted back. She had enough of hearing things she already knew; Natalia plucked up the controller and shut it off.  “ I think that's enough for now, don't you agree ? ”

@ironchosen​ / 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

[hraunwyf]

@ironchosen​:

you skirt it. lise’s gaze. you touch on it for a second and then flee away to look everywhere else except at it. you think about it– that chemise is ravishing, you can admit that, you’re a man of extremely shallow tastes, and you know beautiful women when you look at them. and you know with dark ringlets and eyes like that and a perfect sort of aesthetic, even if you are a man of shallow tastes– skeletons are kind of fascinating, aren’t they? basic– it strikes you. that she’s pretty. and that you’re tired. and that you wish for a second you could feel okay. god, fuck you.

“you’re gorgeous,” you say, because it comes out of your mouth, and the high school version of you thinks she’s a pretty girl so of course she can read your mind. might as well say it before she knows anyway. and you’re a little shy about it. a little pink. just a little. don’t tell! you have a reputation to uphold! “i was just thinking it– because the– light–” you point upward, trace a line in the air, “it caught– it caught you and the– fireplace.” your words just kind of die out. idiot.

you wish she wouldn't look away so much. alana always seems frightened of how you look at her, which concerned you at first until you realized she'd be the same way with anyone who looked at her like they cared. and you do care, very much. you like being here, getting to help heal part of what you hurt. you still don't know how to stop the palladium poisoning, but you've gotten around to lessening fever and fatigue at least, and you seem to be getting somewhere with pain management and appetite improvement, too.

what you really want is your magic at its full force. take the stupid arc out and rebuild alana's chest as if it never existed at all. you think of how she winced with every movement in that little doctor's office. you never want to see that on her face again.

it's some sort of blessing that you don't see it now, that alana tells you what she's thinking. and you know, in a way. you know you're gorgeous. you know that sometimes you make people fall without meaning to, but you know how much doing anything for alana makes you happy, and you remember the bitter loneliness in the way she'd laughed about private matters.

you get to your feet and you pad over to the couch, you knee your way down into the cushion next to her without thinking about it. you won't push. you will offer. you've been here long enough, haven't you? and you're lying, you know you're lying, but it's for her. "mr. stark," you say, that soft sort of molasses way you know how to speak when it suits, "i haven't heard you stutter so much before."

[morefearless]

DON’T SHE LOOK like a real classy lady? She found a silky dress that fits her like the sexiest glove you’ve evah seen, and she’s got a fur coat to match! And yeah, maybe she stole them, if stealing from rich folks is something you consider illegal. But if it’s good enough for Selina, it’s good enough for her! 

This whole place is real swanky and all, with its pretty ladies and nice tasting wine, but truth be told? Harls is sort of... yawn. She’s yawning. The thing is a real drag. Her heels are pinching her feet, and the people here wouldn’t know excitement if it bit them in the ass. Maybe Harls should bite them in the ass to test her theory? Okay, no, bad idea.

Anyways, the point is that she’s wandering around when she finds the famous Alana Stark. She could spot that handsome face anywhere! So of course, she saunters her way over there, fixing a smile on her face that’s prettier than a million bucks. 

❝ What’s a pretty boy like you doin’ in a corner all by herself? ❞

@ironchosen gets a starter !!!

[stupiidgood]

shawn + alana stark, superhero entrepreneur

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