"Which is worse to you, Billiam or Willy?" @question-marked
Billiam Nonsense from @question-marked
"... Got me there."
"Billiam is 'least kinda funny. Willy kinda sounds like ya callin' me a dick. I got 'nough people callin' me bald n' that I look like a red condom already. Don't wanna add nothin' else ta the list."
THAT CONVERSATION WAS... ⠀unfolding most unexpectedly. Pietro thought his comment from prior would upset the other, but instead they make that offer. One that was hard to turn down. “Please.” He answered, raising his empty cup with a spark in his eyes. What feelings lie inside?
“I know my visit is kinda random, but i hope it's not unwanted. The last thing i want is to be a bother.”
The Avengers' unity division was building a new sub-team, and for some reason they showed interest in adding the stranger standing before Pietro right now. He was supposed to make the invitation sound tempting, but even with all his eloquence, the other seemed like the true wordsmith. Could he do it? And more importantly, why did they want to add this guy?
Send a 🍳 and my muse will cook something for you @question-marked (Detective AU)
Send a 🍳 and my muse will cook something for you
"Hi Eddie, good to see you again!" Khare says brightly as the diner door swings open. Fuzzy memory or no, there was no mistaking that sharp green suit or flash of red hair, Edward Nygma still retaining his iconic style as a detective - not to mention a healthy appetite for good food.
The way he's walking, however... it was clear Edward had a rough night and wanted - no, needed a solid pick-me-up. Khare is quick to show him to his favourite seat, a quiet place away from the chatter of other customers, settling him down with a fresh cup of coffee while he decides what to order.
Or not. Edward slumps in his seat. Dear lord, the man was tired. Even the coffee isn't doing much for him at the moment and Khare's concern only increases when it looks like he'd about to nod off at any moment. He'd have to wait for his meal, but then again, there was one dish he'd order most often, before he'd had a long string of cases keeping him busy.
Too busy to eat regularly, probably. Khare hoped he hadn't been skipping meals, forgetting he needed food between his work.
What was it he liked again? Oh yeah, chocolate chip pancakes.
"Work keeping you busy, huh? We were starting to worry when you hadn't stopped by in a while." Khare says, mostly out of habit and to make sure Edward was really okay and hadn't, you know, passed out from low blood sugar or something. This finally gets a response from the man, Edward making a sound between a mumble and an "Mmmyeah" which makes Khare sigh in relief that he hadn't passed out and was just very tired, and very, VERY hungry after work.
"I'll be right back. You just sit tight and rest up," Khare says quietly before leaving to attend to another order and stopping by the kitchen. It's not long before the diner is full of good smells, an especially chocolately aroma filling the room as she returns to Eddie's side with a stack of fluffy pancakes...
"There you are, Eddie. This should help you feel better, and, uh, don't worry about the cost. This one's on the house as long as you remember to stop by more frequently." Khare says, with a mock wagging of her finger as Edward stirs in his seat.
@eclipscius
@question-marked (a mini-starter for barton's joker war verse, or 'chasseur' verse will be below, as we plotted / talked about!! i hope you like it :D)
though thing's had certainly gone bad for gotham city in it's entirety in the past, barton couldn't recall a time where the joker had more influence on it than now — and from the even more tortured state of the place now, this made it even more evident to people why the clown should not be in charge. at least the chaos within the city was somewhat controlled before what with the presence of the batman (as much as barton hated to admit it). but with how the joker had apparently seized control of all of his weapons as well as took over the city government, the people of gotham were in very dire straits. he wanted to turn it into a shell of itself, it seemed like, with destruction around every corner and unfortunately...
it seemed like the clown had succeeded thus far. as if crime before wasn't a problem, it had risen tremendously in the weeks that followed jokers takeover and riots, as well as fires broke out throughout the city. they both called out for someone to do something to help the people along with some outliers who said that they 'liked the way gotham was lawless now because it finally meant everyone could get what they deserve' or something similar. in any case, barton decided to be on his own side and utilize a new identity during this crisis. the joker was not only closing in on not only the docks, where his family lived, after all; but there was no way barton was going to allow joker to go on with this without trying to do something about it.
for, yeah, he might not have been perfect by any stretch himself... though there were lines that you just didn't cross and dooming everyone in gotham? that was one of them for barton. so, he grabbed an old wolf skull he had within his shed and modified it to fit his head. he also put together just a basic non-gimmicky outfit made for ease of movement as he headed out early that morning to start killing supporters of the joker or anyone that could bring him closer to the bastard. just as barton had crouched down in front of a clown-mask clad individual that he'd cornered in a construction site, however, was when he heard something come from behind him.
barton was prepared for another fight within an instant then; the long knife he wielded suddenly being held towards the person who entered the construction site unannounced. but then he came face-to-face with someone who was the person he about least expected to be here. beneath his mask, barton's eyes widened as he was greeted with the sight of the riddler. the voice modulator he was using that made his voice sound more gruff (as well as concealed it behind synth) suddenly was activated as he said only a few words, ❝ ... edward? what are you doing here? ❞
Marcus let his shoulder rest against the building as he leaned, arms crossing over his chest as the mask over his face lit up as it reacted to its programming.
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"I can hardly imagine what my actions matter to you. I thought you were against the police, not working for them. What a pointless waste of your time to try and figure out who I am." The hacker mused in a voice that was so obviously coming through a smile. It was entertaining how quickly the Riddler seemed to get wound up.
"I'm a ghost. I assure you that I have no business against you. Simply doing my own thing. I just wanted some data on paper like it's the fucking 1940s." He laughed.