#miraclestarters

[kitchensdevil]

“I’m not really sure if you’re asking for legal advice or psychological here. And sorry to disappoint, but I am a lawyer.”

[destroyrofworlds]

“Hill’s been taken care of.” When Daisy realized how final that sounded, she raised her eyebrows and quickly backtracked. “She’s not dead, though. Just on a mandatory medical leave.”

[bandagedknight]

Marc walked through the exit of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and onto 5th Avenue, glaring daggers at Steven through the reflection of the doors as he stepped onto the sidewalk. “If you’re gonna shove me to the front when you’re at work, you gotta give me a warning next time, bud.” Turns out, shitty bosses weren’t exclusive to the museums in London. His new manager wasn’t nearly as demeaning as Donna, but Steven still found himself overwhelmed enough to take the backseat right in the middle of his last tour. Marc had to stumble his way through it with his bad imitation of Steven’s accent, but they were finally off. Sorry, mate. Couldn’t really help it. You know the last thing I’d want is for those poor museum guests to have to hear you give them a tour of the Art of Renaissance England.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where do you want me to pick up dinner? And I swear if you say that vegan hotdog place again I’m gonna walk us into traffic.” Marc stopped abruptly when he bumped into a passerby on the street, and prayed that they hadn’t just heard him having a conversation with himself. “Sorry, you okay?”

[wizardstrange]

An orange portal leading to the Sanctum dissipated behind Stephen as he turned around and faced the person in front of him. “This better be important. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but reality is still falling apart.” The bags that had plagued his eyes for the past few months were gone now, which was an improvement, but things were far from fine.

[babyphoeniix]

Amazing Baby cooed down at Rachel’s feet as she sat there outside of the Halal food truck she’d just ordered food from, and she grumbled to herself as she grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it to down to the Warwolf. “Save some for me, bud.” Her eyes drifted over to someone nearby who was staring. “What’s up?”

[nexusbeings-archive]

“Something is wrong.” Her father is dead, the Avengers and mutants both targeted. “Not having answers is difficult.” 

[whtequeen-archive]

“See, we’re not all bad, are we?”

[falsecap]

“–– i don’t care what your clearance level is, as of right now, my missions are classified.”