#punirearce

[serassin]

@punirearce asked: ‘ what are you staring at? ’

❝ judging by that darkening stain on your shirt , i doubt it is from greasy fried chicken . ❞ he pointed at the growing darker blotch on the fabric of the man's shirt . ❝ whoever patched that wound made a poor job and if left untreated , the odds of surviving the night become uncertain . ❞

[murder-popsicle]

@punirearce

There was a lot for Jane to do in New York City.

It had been a little over a month since Project Insight had come crashing down from the sky, since she had pulled Steve from the river, since she had fled DC. She had a new mission now, one of her own choosing. She was going to burn HYDRA to the ground – every agent, every cell, every hidden laboratory. And New York was, as some of the Winter Soldier’s former support team might have put it, a target-rich environment.

She’d already gone to work. In fact, she’d already made the news, as the anonymous killer of an international cybernetics expert who lived in Manhattan. He’d been one of Alexander Pierce’s top scientists, the man who’d designed her upgraded prosthesis. He’d been the man who had pumped Jane full of paralytics and then cut her open at the shoulder and the skull, grafting wires and circuits into her nervous system while she was fully conscious, leaving her wracked by agonizing pain but unable to move or even scream.

She’d made sure that he would never touch her again.

Now she was lurking in Hell’s Kitchen, watching the house of her latest target. He was a double agent in the mayor’s office – also tied to some kind of criminal syndicate – and careful surveillance had revealed that his wife was away visiting a sister. That was good. Jane didn’t want to have to hurt anyone innocent, not if she could help it.

Silently, she waited, her eyes fixed on the house, only moving when she saw her target’s car pull up and park on the side of the street. He climbed out and and walked up his front steps, fumbling with his keys.

Jane tensed. Her plan was to follow him inside, to question him before she killed him, but just as he pushed his door open, there was the muffled crack! of a gunshot, and he dropped across the threshold, his keys falling from his hand in a jangle of metal.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jane had seen the flash of the gun, several dozen yards to her left, and now she could just make out a shadowy figure retreating over the rooftops. She climbed to her feet and followed.

Someone else was after her targets, and she needed to know who.

[compatiissante]

punirearce replied to your post:  ‘  there  are  five  frogs  staring  at  me  right...

“Please do not put dresses on frogs.”

“party pooper.”

[jcmesbuckybcrnes-arc]

Anonymous said: 

❤ + @battlesthatmatter

send ‘❤’ + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think about them.

*cracks knuckles* Are you ready for me to wax poetic about our Lord and Savior  Adi? I have said this so many times before but I would follow her straight to hell and back. Her writing and characterization of not only Steve, but all of her characters ( @coldleads, @bloodmoonphased, @punirearce) is fantastic. Like Marvel wishes they could write as well as her. She is so sweet and funny and I just can’t say enough good things about her.

[lycanlead-a]

🌊

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 🌊 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

          ❝   we’re   cornered…   ❞   the   𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛   scoffed,   sneering   at   the   other   man   with   bunched   up   dark   brows   as   if   it   was   his   fault   and   not   𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍’s…   but   now   was   not   the   time   to   debate   on   who’s   fault   it   really   was.         ❝   if   you   got   any   more   great   ideas   inside   that   head   of   yours   ——   NOW   would   be   a   good   time.   they’re   closing   on   us   fast,   i   can   smell   the   𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙   𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨   and   they’ll   catch   us   in   their   crossf——   ❞   he   never   could   finish   the   sentence   as   he   was   suddenly   grabbed   and   sent   flying   over   the   edge.   the   water   was   ice   cold   and   𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍   growled,   resurfacing   with   hair   plastered   all   over   his   face.      

          ❝   i   fucking   hate   you.   ❞   he   mumbled,   pushing   himself   away   from   the   shore.

@punirearce

[monstriiss]

@punirearce 

“I SAID that I wasn’t SHARING.”

[facemypast]

hadnothinghadhim replied to your post: hadnothinghadhim replied to your post: ...

steve vc: i’ve seen the way you play with knives i am not getting involved with this game of tag

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Oh look it’s the fun police.

     “Steve, stop being a baby. you act like you don’t jump        out of planes for fun, dumbass. Castle... eh, play nice.”

[altarsburning]

@punirearce

‘ this dress doesn’t fit now. ‘ it’s all a very pregnant maria can do not to cry, not to break down in front of her husband — they were married already, but the reception in the backyard was half an hour away, and the dress she wanted to wear had, somehow overnight, become just barely too small. they were in her parents’ house, everyone in the backyard, the two of them in her mother’s bedroom. she’s trying not to whine. ‘ i’m as big as a house, jesus. ‘