#numyths

[offollies]

( @numyths​ ) NATASHA ROMANOFF & BEN GRIMM

“so you’ve heard about rad?” she asked casually setting aside her files and picking up her coffee, leveling her gaze at ben as he sat opposite her. she knew her little side project that she had been carefully nurturing was becoming bigger than she could have imagined - and it was nice to see the resistance growing more and more - and all while completely under doom’s nose. “i’d love to recruit you and your team, after all the fantastic four knows the emperor best, do they not?” she knew the answer already, but wanted to hear him confirm it. “what do you say, ben grimm? care to join in the resistance or would you like to take a subtler approach?”

[offollies]

( @numyths​ ) FRANK CASTLE & PETER QUILL

“you lost me at you fly through space. or did.” frank interrupted, holding up a hand to almost beg peter to take a moment and not talk. sure, by now it was reasonable to assume that frank had finally managed to wrap his head around things, that he wasn’t actively fighting against the very real fact that time, space, and magic were real. but he was an old dog who hated new tricks. still, peter was entertaining in regards of keeping frank from focusing too much on any one thing. “so the talking raccoon with a obsession with blowing shit up, he’s your pet?” he asked, kinda figuring rocket belonged to no one but it seemed like if he listened to anyone it was peter quill. “what’s space like?”

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( @numyths​ ) ROCKET RACCOON & PETER QUILL

a snicker escaped him as he scuttled out from underneath quill’s bunk, satisfied with the box of unused tapes he’d found and feeling, given that groot is his look-out and hadn’t said anything, that he’d once again gotten away with something. that was until he finally got everything out and he was sitting on the floor and saw the shadow of what was most definitely peter quill-shaped. “uh-oh.” he muttered, slowly looking up and over at quill, widening his eyes and wiggling his nose to be as cute and harmless looking as he possibly could. “it’s supposed to be a surprise for you, but now you’re gonna ruin it - and you too groot, don’t think i’m letting you off on not telling me he was here!” rocket barked, looking around quill at groot who merely shrugged and began to chomp on some grass. typical.

[greatresponsibility]

@numyths​ | peter parker + matt murdock

A wheel. Just a really big wheel (and, of course, the guy driving it). Gwen had a dinosaur, Angelica had zombies, Harry had MODOK. Even Johnny’s chicken-chow hybrid situation was scientifically interesting. And Doom had gifted Peter a giant goddamn wheel. It was almost insulting. At least he’d been paired with Daredevil. Smart, competent, no-nonsense; they’d take the Big Wheel down and be home in time from lunch. Piece of cake.

“Alright,” Peter said. He stared up at the wheel turning its way through Midtown, a trail of crushed cars and toppled food trucks in its wake. Somewhere down the block, Pizza Poppa played “Life Is a Highway” through his tinny loudspeaker, which, sure. “They were right. That is one very big wheel. Think we should ask for his license and registration? Or are we going with more of a punch first, check ID later approach?”

[greatresponsibility]

@numyths​​ | peter parker + matt murdock

Patrol was a hard habit to break. With homework (mostly) (almost) (kind of) (not really at all) done and no May to worry after, his free time was spent on the rooftops, hurling across the skyline, trying to get his bearings here. It was hard to be the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man when the neighborhood was long gone; he was still learning the new ones. But he’d stopped a bank robbery (point Spidey), and was ready to celebrate with a slice of mediocre, definitely not Doom-owned pizza when--oh, he wasn’t alone. Right in his path, just where Peter was about to swing off, was Daredevil.

“Hey, Hornhead!” Peter called. “What’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this?”

[manchxriancandidate]

a small grunt escaped bucky’s lips as he hauled the trash bag off his shoulder and into the container hidden away in the alleyway behind the building. funny, really, how their great emperor doom was able to create entire worlds from scratch, yet couldn’t seem to figure out how to create a building with a trash chute. not that bucky would have minded the trip, if only it hadn’t been for the white cat that nuzzled his leg each and every time he came down. “shoo!” he said, shaking his leg slightly to get it off, but it wouldn’t budge. instead, it purred and mewed happily as it circled through his legs. “i don’t understand what you want from me.”

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