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[mysteriomanifesto]

          “That... is an interesting sweater.” Beck’s line of vision drifts over Peter’s ensemble with an amused raise of his brow, taking in the seasonal ugly sweater that lives up to its name ( play nice ). “Talk me through the fashion choice here.”

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[princessxwakanda]

text: shuri and peter

Shuri: im always busy peter Shuri: what kind of question is that Shuri: but i can be less busy Shuri: if its something cool enough

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[fightlikehellcat]

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Trish was walking down the street, not really paying attention to her surroundings. It wasn’t the best part of the area so even when she heard some angry voices she didn’t really stop to look. It wasn’t until she heard a cry of pain that she looked up. She was right across from a club and there was a girl sitting down on the ground with what looked like a broken heel and two guys closing in. Trish didn’t hesitate to run over.

“Why don’t you two back off.” She ordered, coming between them and the woman. She could hear her trying to get up behind her. The men just rolled their eyes and told Trish to move before she got hurt. Trish didn’t budge and the one closest to her shot his hand out to push her but she managed to grab his wrist and twist it, causing him to groan in pain. She heard the sound of a car door opening and shut. 

Glancing back she saw the girl was gone and the car was speeding off. “You’re gonna pay for that.” The other guy said and lurched forward to grab her. Trish moved back and kicked him in the stomach. It seemed the guy didn’t hurt his wrist too bad as it was his turn next. It was easy enough to hold them off when they went at her one by one. They were stronger but also slower. However when both of them went at her... she got herself in a tricky situation.

One had grabbed her and looped his arm around her neck. She knew how to get out of this, she’d trained herself in this position before. Closing her eyes, she used all her strength to strike him straight to his groin and as he ducked in pain she struck back at his chin knocking him back against the wall. She was breathing heavily, her adrenaline coming down when she heard footsteps pounding to her. It was too fast, she was too tired, she was scared.

Still, she turned around, ready to face him with whatever she had left when she saw him fall back to the ground, something white shot behind her and into his face. Slowly, she turned back around, not expecting to see Spider-Man. “Uh. Hi. Thanks.”

[mightiestfightiest]

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“The Bugle?” Carol shook her head, getting her feet to touch the ground--er, roof of the building. “No, no.” Carol hadn’t been paying attention to the Bugle. Despite the fact that Jessica got a job there... but that was neither here nor there.

“Anyway, yeah I can fly, but your web is something to be praised in and of itself.” She clapped his shoulder with a heavy hand. “You shouldn’t sell yourself short. We all have things to add to this world, even with all these superheroes flying about.” She smiled at him. 

“You should start with not comparing yourself to others.” She pointed a finger at him. “I know I’m pretty great but I didn’t get to that mindset by comparing myself to every person out there. I believed in myself, believed I could be the best I can be.” Carol wasn’t sure what really sparked this pep talk of sorts, but she hoped he would take it well and not as if she was trying to treat him as a child. She didn’t know how old the person was underneath that mask.

[facethepast]

Fears

Well--

Medical equipment (X-ray, MRI machines, wires and IVs) and medication (narcotic pain killers and general anesthetics specifically). Restraints. Tight or enclosed spaces. Loss of consciousness (often leads to extended bouts of insomnia). Loss of control, feeling powerless (prone to reckless decision making when he feels backed into the corner, a rushed grab for control that often spirals and makes his situation worse). Drowning/suffocation, the inability to breathe (early Soviet sensory deprivation conditioning and decades of cryogenics in which he had to be intubated against his will). Heights (he’ll deal with them, but doesn’t handle sudden changes surrounding heights very well; i.e. the Helicarrier crash, his first encounter with the Green Goblin, etc; he panics and sometimes it’s enough to fear-paralyze him).

There are undercurrent anxieties– things that set him on edge. Usually anything overstimulating, involving him having to be aware of a lot of people all at once; that sort of hyper-awareness can be overwhelming (and exhausting). He doesn’t care for loud noises, especially if they’re unexpected.Classical music; it’s all Zola played while he ‘worked’ during his captivity in the Azzano labor camp. Bucky is especially guarded of his personal space after years of his body not being his own, so he’s not a big fan of sudden or unexpected touches. There are few people that he’s comfortable enough with that it’s not an issue, and even with them, he’s sometimes caught off guard. He’s likely to react one of two ways– he either shuts down and lets it pass/happen or he’s going to lash out and push you back or flinch away.

There are the general fears– disconnected to the above but often amplified by them. The fear of failure, of abandonment. Of not being good enough. Bucky’s not afraid to be alone, but to be Alone, truly, even when he often feels others might be better off without him, is not how he really wants to live out his days.

[wervnm-blog]

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"We were wondering when you would show yourself. “

[mysteriomanifesto]

[ LOCATION: FOREST HILLS HARDWARE, QUEENS ]

          “---part number D03176.” Restless fingers tap against the countertop as the attendant momentarily disappears to rummage through their stock, the copious boxes stacked up within the small family-run store bordering on being hazardous. Quentin had spent a number of hours trying to track down this specific soldering kit as a means of personal preference, its components weighted in a particular manner which made it comfortable to use for longer periods. Eyeing the ‘take a penny, leave a penny’ tray in front of him, the man disregards it as the other returns with a small case for him to inspect.

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[mysteriomanifesto]

‘ sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want. ’  X

“Now that’s not a very nice attitude.”    Spidey firmly planted himself in view.  Sometimes the job called for being a big flashy distraction in order to let civilians get away.  Keep the focus on yourself.  “You are going to get into trouble Zach.”  He couldn’t quite resist the vine quote.   If only to see if it confused his opponent any.“How about we talk this out.  I mean we could hug it out but personal space you know?”

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          “It’s the truth - if you’re too feeble to accept that, then that’s your problem not mine.” The clambering feet of the civilians results in an annoyed huff, the so-called hero’s reference subsequently leaving much to me desired. “Is there no level in which you won’t stoop, webhead? Write your own damn material instead of succumbing to plagiarism!” There’s a visible shudder with the other’s latter suggestion, a palm flamboyantly brushing aside long cascading fabric. “For the love of--- no, no embraces. Getting the kinks out of this cape is hard enough as it is without the risk of your webbing.”