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[sergeantjbcrnes-blog]

James Barnes was a man of infinite talents. He can dissemble and reassemble a Glock in 30 seconds flat, his aim is impeccable and he has the surprising agility and strength of a man much much younger than himself. Hell, he can’t even count how many languages he can speak by this point. Honestly, he should be in a museum or MENSA. Or so Rogers said anyway.   

Buying cat food, unfortunately, is not one of those talents. But the cat who had decided to worm into his bed and call it home was mewling incessantly to the point where even the Asset inside his head had started to grumble. Which is how he found himself here, at 2.47am, looking at rows and rows of cat faces peering at him from similar neon coloured plastic packagings. He hadn’t even worn his fraying Yankees hat in his hurry. He ran his free hand through his hair, the paranoia starting to creeping his. 

“Hey Siri?” He watched as his phone blinked to life with the familiar ding. It would almost be romantic, he mused, for a cyborg like him to be so overly dependent on an AI assistant. “What’s the best cat food?” 

[spiderofscience]

There is always a place to hang around

Okay, so he preferred buidlings and streets like the city kid he was.  Yes he’d been to the park, even had picnics, but he also wasn’t usually surrounded by a bunch of Avengers and otherwise accomplished adult-adults.   So sue him for not exactly getting over his nerves even while he was in full costume.  Also, hanging upside down from trees could totally be a thing.  Shade a good thing on a hot summer day.  

In fact one of the tables not set too far from him, being that others enjoyed shade too.  He eyed the food, considering if he needed to relinquish his dangling perch or not.  Enhanced metabolism generally meant enhanced appetite.   Add in being a collage student and access to free food always a lure.   The eyes on his mask narrowed, shadowing the movement of his own eyes.   Instead of actually moving, he did have another option.

Extending his hand, he shot out a web-line targeting a couple of hot dogs.  Yanking back, the elastic nature of his webbing making the snack leap off the plate and safely back in his heads.  Delighted with his success he pulled his mask up to the bridge of his nose in order to enjoy the treat.

[bishopkate13-blog]

Running that was something Kate had been doing a lot lately. Though, this time it was because she was trying to be a bit early than normal. She really didn’t want to clean the dishes again. It was growing on her the cleaning part not the dry hands. Managing to make it in the door Kate skidded to a stop putting her hands behind her head with a grin. Her chest rose and fell as Kate tried to get her breath back. It was very rare for Kate to be on time. How she managed to be so early today was beyond her.  Taking a moment before heading back into the kitchen area Kate looked around.

She never had the chance to do so before and that was mainly because she was always late. Not really having the chance to look at peoples faces before she was staring down at the fogged dish water. Kate’s mouth twisted when she noted that most of the people here were a bit older than her. It didn’t discourage her though she figured she wouldn’t talk much to a large percentage. “Well, maybe it was best that I just did the dishes.” Kate said it quietly to herself as she walked over to the sinks to begin filling them with water.

[catxoxblack-blog]

Felicia smiled mostly to herself as she admired the works of art around her. There was one display she really wanted to see and to mark up the room along with it’s set up. It was her thing after all as a thief she had the habit of scoping out the place at least once before attempting to steal the object of interest. Turning the corner she pulled out her phone looking at the screen as if checking for a text. Though that wasn’t what she was really doing she was attempting to hack into the system with a piece of software that she had stolen.

[murdockslaw-blog]

It was unusual for Matt to take a stroll just for the sake of getting outside; the vibrations of everything around him, the sounds of it, blinded him with a sensory overload. He hated feeling helpless, tied to the cane like the crutch it became for most who lost their sight. Still, he couldn’t be cooped up too much in an office, particularly one without his closest friend, so getting out for a cup of coffee seemed like a good option. Cane in hand, he headed out for the coffee shop around the block, the one with the barista with the nice voice. After picking up his usual- a black coffee and a almond chocolate danish- he headed back towards the office to finish up his paperwork.

He didn’t make it far. A few steps away from the door, he was crashed into by someone not paying much attention, their heart racing and his shirt covered in scalding coffee. “Great.” Matt sighed, shaking the burning liquid off his hand. What a waste, he thought, then pat down his chest to feel the depth of the coffee stain down his front, and the bag now saturated in coffee. Double waste. “You should be more careful and watch where you’re going.” He offered, more disappointed than angry.

[gwenthepoole-blog]

Good Morning World!

open - come play!

A brand new morning meant brand new possibilities, and that made Gwen all kinds of excited. A few days ago, Gwen was in another world where superheroes only existed in fiction. Now, in this world, superheroes were very real and so was her chance to not only meet them but work alongside them too.

“Time to go to work!” Gwen announced cheerfully to herself as she double-checked the amount of ammo she had stashed in the many pockets and pouches on her utility belt (yeah, she actually had a utility belt!). She adjusted her new uniform, still getting used to the sensation of wearing it, and pulled on her mask. She picked up her two brand new baretta hand guns and skipped out into the street.

“Who needs superhero help?” She yelled out. No one stopped to look at her, or even noticed how heavily armed she was. Still, Gwen was not going to let anything get her down today. If someone needing help wasn’t going to come to her, she was going to go to them.

[captainsgrxgers-blog]

Can’t Stand Bullies

open to all - if more than one person replies, I’ll split the threads into separate posts

A dear friend had once told Steve that when being undercover, you walk and don’t run. Steve was currently running, ignoring that dear friend’s advice but then again he had never been very good at following orders. Plus he had a reason to run, a damned good reason. Good enough that he was willing to risk being caught out in the open.

“Get away from her,” Steve yelled at the gang that were circling a young girl. The girl curled up, her arms over her head in an effort to protect herself from the gang. A couple of the gang broke away and ran off but three of them stayed. One looked directly at Steve while the others continued to kick and punch at the girl.

Steve reached them and grabbed one of the kids by the shoulder. He pulled the kid away from the girl and threw him to the ground. The girl remained where she was, frozen with fear. Steve shoved the other kicking kid away from her and confronted the one who stared at him. “I said get away from her.” Steve stood between the remaining gang member and the girl, shielding her with his own body. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, kid. Walk away. Now.”

[darcylewisbadass-blog]

Just Chillin'

It was simple, really. Just lay low, chill out with a cool coke and your sunglasses low on your nose until the prey was right where she wanted it. Currently she had three possible victims that weren't cooperating by strolling past the right place so Darcy pouted at her coke and resigned herself to enjoy the sun on the lazy chair. It was a rare occasion, when she brought out the daisy dukes, even more rare when she left her phone safely away from her person. She didn't want to get it wet now, did she?