#murder popsicle

[sorrythatwasmean]

👫 (murder-popsicle)

(Five years later... 👫 - holds my muse’s hand)

The news said the quinjet wreckage was found in the ocean. The reports speculated it was the one Hulk had used to flee Sokovia. Others said it may have simply fallen from it.

Bruce doesn't remember any of that. He remembers waking up alone, half-naked in his Avengers A- branded stretchy pants, still aching and still tired, covered in sand and shivering. He buried his phone in the sand. The point was to disappear.

He remembers Natasha's lips pressing against his. He remembers she shoved him away. He remembers betrayal and falling and fury burning mixed with fear.

Falling. And forgetting he would be fine in that moment when the world was no longer beneath his feet. He remembers rushing air and a rush of pain as Hulk burst through him.

He remembers she chose the mission over what he wanted.

He forgave her anyway. She didn't know that, but that wasn't the point. She'd done what she thought was right. And even if he could be angry with her for it, he couldn't hate her for that.

He wound up in a European hostel somewhere. His Russian was understandable if clumsy. The lab assistant who was suppose to stop the gamma bomb test years ago had been a Russian spy. He hadn't known that. He thought learning Russian from him was just friendly bonding, not a ploy to gain his trust and his research.He'd understood the science. And having anyone understand him besides Aunt Susan, cousin Jen or Betty Ross had been rare.

It had been nice.

He left the hostel early in the morning. They--whoever they were--waited until he passed an alley and pulled him into it, slamming him against a wall.

Bruce's eyes glowed green and they called him a mutant freak and landed another blow. Fuzzily, he thought gamma mutate not a mutant. Another kick. Bruce fell to the ground and tried to breathe. He needed to get up. He needed to run away before more than just his eyes turned green.

He heard a thud and then a second one. And he lifted his head. His attackers were on the ground. A woman was extending a hand. He took it.

"Doctor Banner."

"Just Bruce..."

"Whoever you are,"she said. "We should go."

@murder-popsicle

[grimmusings]

honesty hour for Rumlow -- why did you obey Alexander Pierce's orders if you thought he was such a bad leader?

Answered here! 💀

[cephaloscience-a]

@murder-popsicle || plotted starter

It was not a large house, by any means, and it was hardly so different from those around it. And perhaps another might have found some sentimentality or comfort in the fact that it was hers, on the papers and books half read over the table in the living room, or on the home office she sometimes worked in, when the weather made biking to work impossible.

But Olivia was not another, for better or worse, and she had long thought herself above sentimentality. Her house was, merely, the place where she worked when she was not in her lab. Tidy and clean and faintly lived in, yes, the flowers and the garden kept clean and pretty, and even some framed pictures that were more than a decade old by now.

It was only her house, she thought, as she opened the door and left her coat on the hanger next to it. And perhaps not for much longer: she could comfortably afford somewhere closer to Alchemax now, and somewhere where she could get used to the robotic arms beyond getting used to wearing them, and to the sensory feedback they gave her even when disguised and hidden under a comfortably dark sweater.

[lovelostdelinquent]

[ RED DEATH || CLOSED || @murder-popsicle​ ]

The weather was always dreadful in Salzburg. Tonight especially so as the thunderstorms coursed through this cold winter night, Natalia who had no business being tired felt it. Her hunger was finally starting to bother her. She steeled herself, that will have to wait until later. Mission first then hunting. She rounded the corner and slipped into the side entrance of the bar that had become the nightly stopping ground for the 107th. Early, as always, to scope out the location, her target was the star-spangled man himself. Ivan was adamant that his downfall was crucial for the longevity of the Red Room.

She had been tailing them for some time now. Knowing how hellbent Captain America was in retrieving Jane Barnes, she knew waiting to interact until after a completed rescue was required. A shift in focus and the elation of success would allow for vulnerabilities which equal to opportunities to strike.

A commotion at the main door alerted Natalia to the arrival of the Howling Commandos. Dum Dum and Jim were leading the group over to the bar. Luckily at the back of the group was Steve Rogers seeming to be talking quietly to Jane Barnes to his right.

Putting her game face on and licking her teeth, the spy crossed the room to graze the shoulder of the woman next to the largest man in the room. Staggering slightly, “ Pardon me. I really should be watching where I am walking.” She steps back to make eye contact with the pair, successfully splitting them from their group. 

“How about I get a round of drinks to make up for my clumsiness?”

[astarklandscape]

@murder-popsicle​ sent: 17 spotify wrapped for 2020 prompt; accepting — seventeen for the knife queen) five foot three - flannel graph

“I would walk over stars just to see how it felt.” 

[theherogig]

Starter for @murder-popsicle:

There were times when Tony could barely be tolerated within a ten-mile radius of The Avengers, but here they were, living under the same roof. It was easy to let tensions run high with so many people analyzing things from many different angles, so Tony tried to keep his hands and mind busy whenever he could in order to keep his trap shut. That was something that would never change about him, even with the move to Manhattan. He always felt his mind was the biggest in the room, and he was often right, but if he kept himself secluded with his inventions, he wouldn’t have much incentive to put that to the test.

Things were much different than before, and he wasn’t just talking about picking everything up and moving across the country. Tony had seen things that he never would have imagined on his wildest days, and he was all of a sudden supposed to accept said things? It didn’t happen so easily. Besides the aliens and large man now known as an acquaintance being in charge of lightning bolts, something else was weighing heavily on his mind: his parents.

Him and his father didn’t always have the best relationship, but the thought of their lives being taken at the hands of someone else made the already short fuse dangerously low. This would cause any sane person’s mind to be clouded with judgement and not analyze the full picture, which is what happened during him and Steve’s little battle. Like everything else in life it seemed, Tony had to let it go to focus on things that were waiting beyond the horizon; things that needed a team effort.

The sounds of his loud machinery could most likely be heard throughout the compound, but he didn’t care. If they didn’t have noise-cancelling headphones by now, he had no pity. Tony, on the other hand, found peace in the noise. It meant that he was doing something, and that’s all he ever wanted to do: something.

Footsteps normally irritated him, but even the best needed a break sometimes, so he took the distraction as a sign to take a breather. He turned off the tool in his hand and sighed, not feeling very accomplished with his work thus far. He took off his protective eyewear and tossed it aimlessly on the table before turning toward the footsteps from earlier. He was met with Bucky, who he hadn’t had a proper conversation with since...never.

“Could’ve used your prosthetic arm a few hours ago. That thing’s waterproof, right?”

[scxrletwxndaarc]

bucky and wanda with @murder-popsicle

[visixnaryx-archive]

@murder-popsicle​ asked: ‘ i am too tired to deal with any of this. ’

“Midnight debriefings are particularly unforgiving, I agree. May I prepare coffee for you? Or would you simply prefer a bottle of water? I could offer to handle all the paperwork myself.”

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