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[warrioroflondonbelow]

II The Pharaoh's Curse

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Richard clutched the wooden box a little tighter in his pocket. The Scotsman felt like his entire life had been turned upside down in just a matter of a week. Ever since he laid his hands on this map Richard lost his job in the library and now he found himself being lead into a prison which probably held some of the worlds most cunning and dangerous criminals. Hamunaptra better be worth this, he thought to himself as he followed the two guards up another flight of stairs.

It was at the end of the hallway that the guards stopped Richard in front of the last cell. In it was a woman who, quite frankly, looked more alien in this god forsaken place than Richard did. “Wanda Maximoff?” rasped the Scotsman as he took a bold step towards the cell’s bars. “My name is Richard. Richard Mayhew. I’m a librarian at the National Library of Archaeology.” Why the hell was he telling her all of this? Now that Richard thought about he he doubted she wanted to know his whole backstory. Swallowing his words he decided to get to the point. “I’m told yer’ the person to see about this.” Grabbing the box from his pocket, he held it out gingerly in his hand. “What can you tell me about Hamunaptra?”

[freedompersonified]

@itsonbothofus (continued but it won’t let me tag you :/)

[ rogers ] That depends on whether you liked it or not.

[ rogers ] I could send you some more if you need a model for reference.

[bucky] I mean, I’m always looking for reference models [bucky] but I tend to work best when I have a live model sitting for me [bucky] it’s just tough finding people who’ll sit for the kind of pay I can afford to give them [bucky] not that I’m asking you to come sit and model for me! I’m sure you’re way too busy for that. plus, I’m not joking when I say I really can’t pay that much

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{ @itsonbothofus cont from x } [ text; wanda ] Oh. I didn't realize that was your, um, your uniform.

[ellinesxmageiaxlykoi]

{ @itsonbothofus | danny&steve in ww v1 }

It was baffling to begin with, being in Stark Tower. Well...definitely confusing. There was a point to his presence in New York City, he had come back to see how what scraps remained of his family were and that...that clearly did not turn out well. And he had been there to take down the Hand, it was his purpose as the Iron Fist. Being in Stark Tower did absolutely nothing to help him with that. He wasn’t an Avenger and he certainly had no interest in becoming one.

Unfortunately, he was just one man and getting out of Stark Tower when Tony Stark wanted you to be there was just a bit difficult. So for now, he had decided he wouldn’t fight against it. At some point he would be allowed out again and then he would make it clear that he wanted nothing to do with them, that he had his own mission to fulfill and it was not as an Avenger.

There were some perks to being there, he discovered eventually. After he and Kara had been brought in, Stark had called the others back, even though they had had more than a few issues between them. And it was then that he spotted Captain America. Danny remembered having idolized the man when he was a little boy, hearing stories about how he had helped save the world during WWII and how he had sacrificed himself to keep all of them safe. Now, he was over his idol worship, but he did have to say that the other man was pretty handsome.

Which was something he was firmly reminding himself not to say out loud as he tried to approach Steve as coolly as possible, which likely wasn’t working out. Colleen had told him more than once that being cool was just not something he was capable of.

“Hey,” he said casually, approaching the bag Steve was punching. “I don’t think they make these to withstand Captain America’s strength,” he said, patting the quickly deteriorating bag. With an awkward little chuckle, he held out his hand. “I’m Danny. Danny Rand.”

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A deep frown formed on James’s face as Wanda spoke. Couldn’t she had played the good girl and simply ignored their first meeting? He had had no idea who she was, no clue that Steven had had such a beautiful sister, or else he may have been a little more cautious about how he spent his time.

“I believe I may have,” James replied, dipping his head in a little nod. “I do hope he’s feeling well.” He gave her a small smile. “I believe our fathers have things to discuss, so would you care to take a turn about the garden? Your lady may accompany us for...propriety.”

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{ @itsonbothofus | I swear this is totally accidental }

“Do you ever think we should go back?” The question was asked as Bucky reached over and nudged Wanda’s lunch tray. “Or do we wait until some new trashy alien comes to wreak havoc on Angel Grove again?” His hand hesitated near her tray before he snatched her jello cup off of it.

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{ @itsonbothofus |  Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get | 37; My muse confesses to being a drug addict }

“I don’t-” Bucky felt like tearing his hair out. He couldn’t find a way to feel right in his skin, he felt like he was going to jump right out of his body. “Stevie, I need-” He rubbed his hand over his face with a low groan. “I need to go home. I have a migraine. I need my pills.”