#rainy hour

[starrphantom]

@xcapt-americas-ass​

So close. So close to making it a single month without being in pain. Scott’s plan had worked, the particles soaring through her keeping her stable. No more going on the fritz, no more losing control of herself. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt whole. The occasion called for a celebration. A quick trip to the “store” wouldn’t hurt, something nice and sweet to mark the occasion. The downpour of rain was sudden, but not something she couldn’t arm herself against with a simple umbrella. It was refreshing, being able to smell the rain and feel the moisture on her skin, not having it fall through her like some kind of ghost. If she had the time, she could walk through the city for hours, actually seeing what it had to offer and imagine what it looked like during the day. Then a familiar profile crossed her path. The nose and chin were the same, but this person was so much shorter, the coat they were practically dragging on the ground behind them in the rain. That couldn’t be... He had a beard the last time, another him, and now he was... Another alternate-Steve? “Steve...?” She flailed her free hand, waving at him to get his attention. If it was a mistake, then there were worse things to be embarrassed about. And it would be a test to see what ground they stood on. This Steve and her hadn’t exactly parted ways on good terms. It would be nice to get over that hump (called Scott) and at least be civil with each other.

[kochou-gakure]

@xradioactive-webhead

Betsy was glad she’d found refuge under an awning before the rain soaked her clean through. She knew it rained in the city, but this hard? This was something out of the ordinary, not to speak of the rain’s weird colour. A flash of red stole her attention; it was the wandering neighbourhood Spider-Man again (though she’d prefer calling him “boy” to his age), swinging from the rooftops. A distant yell told her he was in pursuit of someone, and she’d seen him in action before. He was capable of taking care of himself. Even if he was still a teenager. Until he wasn’t, apparently. Through the rain, she could see his descent on the feeling thief, but instead of the graceful landing she was used to seeing him perform, he flailed through the air and crashed into the criminal. Maybe he was having an off-day, she told herself. An off-day that quickly became worse when the thief grabbed him by the front of his suit and socked him clean across the jaw. ... okay. That definitely wasn’t like him. “Sorry, kid.” Betsy exited her refuge from the rain, ready to lash out with her powers and throw the guy off Peter. The power ran down her fingertips... then fizzled altogether. Time was not on her side to consider what this meant, not when Peter’s face was being introduced to the guy’s fist over and over again. Luckily, Betsy’s assassin talents were still in check. Out from the darkness she approached, sliding into the guy’s leg and knocking him off his feet. “Pick on someone your own size.” One quick strike to the man’s throat knocked him out cold. Quickly, she kneeled by the groaning Peter and helped him to sit up. “Distracted today?” she jested.

[starrphantom]

@hellsguardiandevil

This city was getting crazier by the second. Regular humans suddenly gaining powers, powered individuals suddenly unable to use their gifts. Ava wasn’t sure what convinced the universe to make it Opposite Day. But whatever it was, it wasn’t looking too favourably on a man she noticed crossing the street. Downpours aside, she could barely see two feet ahead of her. She was sure the same could be said for the other body she encountered walking on the other side of the street... until she saw the bright strip of white and heard the light tap tap against the concrete. Crap. She should go over there and help him, at least until he got to where he was going, right? It wouldn’t hurt, she wouldn’t even have to talk to him... right? Then a woman appeared out of the shadows and rain, looking quite determined. Her gaze was fixed on the blind man seemingly minding his own business, her hands suddenly erupting and surrounded by flames. Ava wanted to tell herself it was a mistake. What could this guy have done to her to get on her bad side? With her powers, she could have easily phased herself over and turned him immaterial, but without the luxury of her powers, she was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. Soaked completely through, she sprinted as she watched the twin jets of fire spiraling right towards him. Just a few feet more... She leaped the rest of the way, her arms around his chest and tackling him out of the way. The landing wasn’t at all graceful or well thought out as she felt a tear going up the thigh of her pants. “I’d say sorry, but I think someone is adamant about burning your head off.”

[starrphantom]

@hereshawkguy​

Something didn’t feel right about this place. The air felt heavier or there was a pressure building around her, but Ava didn’t like it. She felt like she was going to puke. Just her luck too. Someone was already in the closest bathroom, the door closed and locked up. She pounded her fist against it several times, hoping whoever was inside would take her urgency seriously. With no response, one of the nearest potted plants had to suffer. Maybe when this city was fixed, she could get Stark a new one. Or leave it that way. From the stories she’d heard, he sounded just like Pym. The crash and breaking of something behind the door stole her thoughts away. She wasn’t the only one affected by whatever this rain was causing. “Are you alright in there?” she asked, her ear pressed to the door. “Should I go get help?”

[starrphantom]

@wiggiiewoo​

Ava wasn’t sure what was going on around here, but she could tell that the air was different in the mansion somewhat. It wasn’t a smell, just a... feeling. And it was making her feel more uneasy than she was used to. Spying was her forte. It was what she was used to doing for years since SHIELD had taken her in. Yet she found the ability outside of her grasp. Had the cure completely removed her powers altogether? She wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse, hence her search for the one who’d helped put her back together. It was in her search for him that she found the one called Wanda looking quite distressed for some reason. Ava’s first thought was to back away and pretend like she hadn’t seen anything, leave the young woman to her own mourning of whatever it was that was bothering her. But that would be the easy way out, and she was trying to be less like that. “I’m not the best with words, but Scott says I’m getting better at hugs,” she said meekly from the doorway, her hair done up in a messy ponytail and her arms wrapped around herself. In the back of her mind, she hoped the woman would ask to be left alone because she was just bad at this sort of thing.

[kochou-gakure]

@shockandawesome​

Another night, another attempted mugging. Betsy was getting a little tired of those who didn’t know how to just let things be instead of making things miserable for everyone else. She was in pursuit of the man who’d stolen a woman’s purse. How cliche. That’s when the crack of lightning sounded overhead, then the impending boom. Great. The city hadn’t seen rain in what felt like months now, so it would be a pleasant change to have some moisture in the dry air. Maybe it would make everyone - even the bad guys - stay inside for once. The strange colour of the falling rain should have been the first sign that something was wrong. It had a purple sheen to it that she would have found beautiful... if not for the effects it had on her. The psy-blade she had wrapped around her fists, ready to drive through the man’s chest to stop him in his chest flickered out like a dying light bulb. Taken by surprise, she skidded to a halt, staring at her now-empty hands. A mistake; her target whirled around and fired a bullet right into her stomach. Something she could have blocked easily at this distance, or at least moved herself out of the way. Instead, a bloom of pain in her stomach reminded her of her now-pointless task, her knees crashing into the quickly-forming puddles around her.