#onebadwinter

[amarvelousmencgerie]

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Kara hadn't really knew what to do after the group formed. She knew that even if the rest of the group trusted Bob, she didn't and there needed to be some balance to the way it worked. Helmet hadn't been her first choice to join but after a lot of debate, yelling and screaming at John and Bucky, she made it known that it was her tower and the tech they used was her fathers and her own and if they were going to continue to have Bob on the team, then she wanted Helmet.

It had taken time, but after a few days, the group agreed that although they were all considered villains, or the worst the world had to offer, they needed someone that understood the ins and outs of organaztions they'd be up against. Just like herself, they couldn't think of anyone else that would be better and they sent Kara on her way to retreive him.

Kara had been making calls for days and after a while, she had to eventually threaten to just break him out. When the general laughed at her, Kara's face straightened. I put the prison down there for you. If you won't let me in, I'll just bring it back to the surface and the world can see what you do to people who are different. No matter what they believed, people still thought you needed to have a fair trial and not one of these men had.

Now, as she stood in the dark room, glass cells around her, Kara thought back to her friends being locked down there and the memory of Steve and her coming to let them out made her smile a little before she saw the man she was there to liberate.

Kara sat down on a chair, her eyes fixed on him and then moving around the walls to see what he'd been doing. "Helmet. I didn't think I'd see you again so soon but here I am. I'm sure you knew I was coming. Did they tell you what it was about?"

[messeduphood]

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comes from here

Jason observed the high school kid with a mix of amusement and mild irritation. "You're quite the bundle of energy, huh?" he remarked casually, not overly impressed by Flash's boasting. "Well, if you want to race, be my guest. Just don't get yourself hurt."

As Flash took off like a shot, Jason decided to join in, effortlessly navigating the obstacles effortlessly. He couldn't deny that the kid had some potential, but he needed to learn some humility.

He watched as Flash stumbled and fell, and couldn't resist a snort of amusement. "Not so fast now, huh?" he teased, offering a hand to help the young civilian up.

[ourblued]

“ look at me. “ / @onebadwinter.

marlene's stubborn , to say the least . but she also feels trapped , zoned into something that she doesn't know how to fix , nor does she want to fix it , it seems . she's quiet , but -- hell , with his hand lifting her chin , eyes connecting together , marlene stays quiet . she doesn't know what to say because of the general tension that lays between the two -- as husband & wife , of course . ❝ what , marc ? ❞ it comes out as harsh , although , she doesn't mean it to be , she's frustrated with wanting to figure out what she's going to do , what they're going to do . ❝ how are we supposed to fix things ? ❞ she's asking , contemplating on asking if he was going to drag the bird into their issues , however , he shouldn't . it's not a moon knight issue , it's a marc issue . it's a her issue : something they both need to figure out before it ends badly for the pair .

[hacker-codeq]

@onebadwinter from here

Marcus let out a long, heavy sigh since he knew glowering at the other man was pretty pointless, even if his tone gave away most of his irritation. "I'm not lying, I'm not full of shit. I know what I'm telling you is true I just don't have any data to back it up." He explained coldly, hands curled into fists as they rested on the table between them. "You seriously can't do anything without 'proof'? Why isn't my word proof?"

[dhampiravidi]

Oraia, who had gone by the name Evelyn Wood for the past few years since she’d been living in New York, was working the last hour of her shift. The diner that had employed her wasn’t particularly exciting, but she was friends with everyone who worked with her, and she liked the club a couple of blocks away. It wasn’t the most glamorous way to enjoy the city, that was for sure, and yet something was nice about the little life she’d chosen. She got to be a flapper at night, a waitress by day, and a medium on the side (of course, hardly anyone knew that she was actually communicating with spirits in her free time). It wasn’t like she could play wealthy heiress every time she started a new life...and no matter how much she wanted to help in the war that was brewing, there was no way in Tartarus she could be a nurse again. That had almost broken her heart, seeing so many good people die right in front of her.

She was thinking about the Great War, staring at the tiles of the diner floor, when Flo, the other nurse on shift, waved to get her attention.

“You okay, sugah?” Flo asked, genuinely concerned. Oraia plastered a smile on her face and nodded.

“Right as rain. Thanks, though.”

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[buchananbarnes1991]

Proud || Helmut

Continued from X @onebadwinter

“It was only a suggestion. I didn’t say that you had to.. I just thought that if you wanted something and if I didn’t think it woudl raise any red flags, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” Bucky tried to reason with Helmut though he backed up after the first time that the younger man has pushed him. Quickly understanding that the younger man was having what Helmut considered to be a bad day. Frowning but he didn’t attempt to argue with him. Allowing his partner to get it off his chest. 

Bucky’s eyes widened when the younger man had dropped to his knees, coughing and touching his throat. As soon as he realized that his partner didn’t have his inhaler on his person, he started back to the hut in a full sprint. He was only gone for less than a minute as he knew where Helmut had kept his medications and other emergency supplies. Sprinting back, kneeling down while he popped the cap off. Giving it a little shake before gently guiding the inhaler to Helmut’s mouth. He hadn’t been angry at the outburst, if anything, he was concerned. Sitting beside Zemo in the dirt, he glanced around, noticing that the locals of the farm lands had become concerned. Shaking his head, he didn’t want a crowd. Knowing that would only cause Helmut’s anxiety --Along with the asthmatic attack-- to get worse. 

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@onebadwinter​ asked: “ your eyes can deceive you; don’t trust them. ” (Magneto, OneBadWinter) (STAR WARS SENTENCE STARTERS)

“You don’t need to tell the one who can manipulate a person’s known reality that.” Wanda assured him with the ghost of a smirk on her face.

[caramizie-vrajitoare]

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The Bosnian War was simply becoming too dangerous. Marija looked from her husband to the children sleeping in their bed, snuggled together for warm and safety. Wanda and Pietro were growing every day. Their mutations beginning to manifest. Between being Roma, a Serb, and a mutant, it wasn’t safe for them to be here anymore. Magda worried that no matter where they went they wouldn’t be safe. She loved them dearly. They were her babies. In the end, she knew she had to do what was necessary to keep them safe-- even if it meant giving them to the one man Magda had wanted to keep them safe from. Erik would be far better equipped to protect them. 

The lights were all off except for a single candle on the table between the two adults. Dejan reached across the table to take his wife’s hand. “I secured us a plane to the United States. We could stay...” He didn’t want to part from his children either. It was the hardest decision either of them had ever made.  The next morning Wanda and Pietro were packed and sent off with Slobodan, a husband of Marija’s friend. It would take them only a few days to be smuggled out of the country and on a flight to America. New York. They were going some place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.  Wanda had cried several times. She didn’t want to leave her family. She didn’t know the man they were going to be living with. She was scared-- more scared than the six-year-old had ever been in her life. Pietro, on the other hand, was quiet. He hadn’t spoken a word-- highly unusual for him. He didn’t even get to run around. That scared Wanda even more. Pietro held her hand, though. Through the whole flight.  When they arrived in the morning, they were escorted in by a big blue hairy man. He’d brought them into the headmaster’s office. Two men were there-- arguing. One was standing tall and the other was sitting in a wheelchair. Wanda looked between them and held up the letter.  “We’re supposed to give this to Erik.” 

Enclosed with it was their wishes for him to know his children and protect them as the situation in Bosnia had grown to be far too dangerous.