#recklesshybrid

[stcrlcdy]

she  sits  back  in  the  seat  of  the  milano,  clearly  exhausted  by the  previous  battle  they  had.  it  was  so  nice  to  kick  your  feet  up  once  in  a  while...  but  when  she  feels  hands  begin  to  massage  her  feet,  her  eyes  opened  to  look  over  at  @recklesshybrid .  there's  a  small,  content  smile  before  she  speaks.

❝  now  that's  what  i  call  GOOD  HOSPITALITY.  ❞

✧˚ · . 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒.

Peter giving Kitty a foot massage because she works too damn hard at keeping his stubborn ass alive

[madeofstories]

@recklesshybrid

Antoinette had just finished the final repairs on the Avenger’s Compound. Rebuilding had been a personal project. Tony had returned into retirement after the final battle with Thanos. His near death had terrified them both. She, along with Pepper, had ensured that he wouldn’t have anything to do with the next step. It was the least she could do after her brother’s sacrifice. 

As the Milano landed outside, Antoinette took off her gloves and stuffed them into the pocket of her oil stained plaid work jacket. Flyaway hairs from her ponytail blew back off her face as the jets wound down. She wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her wrist. 

“Quill. What do I owe the visit? Get bored of Thor already?”

[stcrlcdy]

❝    hope  you  have  a  good  reason  why  you  stood  me  up  on  our  date. ❞  they  had  been  out  doing  their  separate  things  lately  --  but  had,  at  least,  planned  on  a  dinner  back  at  knowhere. ❝    you're  on  really  thin  ice,  quill. ❞

✧˚ · . @recklesshybrid

[stcrlcdy]

kitty  was  reading  a  book  she  brought  with  her  --  honestly,  she  should  have  brought  more,  but  what  can  you  do  when  you  leave  earth  in  a  hurry  to  save  your  long-distance  boyfriend across  galaxy  ?  you  didn't  really  have  time  to  grab  the  things  you  need. especially  when  you  decide  to  remain  out  in  space  with  him.

she  had  been  leaning  against  him  as  she  focused  on  the  book  she's  probably  read  a  thousand  times  at  this  point,  just  happy  to  be  comfortable  in  peter's  arms... she  missed  home,  but  she  loved  being  able  to  sit  with  him  like  this.

the  words  reach  her  ears  and  her  head  turns  to  look  at  him. there's  a  look  of  slight  surprise  on  her  expression. not  because  she  wasn't  expecting  them,  but  how  easily  and  lovely  those  words  rang  through  her  head. she  almost  felt  like  crying. geez,  she  was  always  overly  emotional... she  turns  her  body  towards  him,  cupping  his  cheek  as  she  stares  at  him,  her  eyes  fighting  back  tears,  ❝  i  love  you  too,  peter. i  love  you  so  much. ❞  she  replies  before  leaning  over  to  seal  her  words  with  a  kiss.

✧˚ · . 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 , @recklesshybrid

"I love you." (3 words Peter never thought he'd ever say to a woman.)

[empantis]

📜

✧˚ · . 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑.

[stcrlcdy]

❝  you know what they say, anything you can do, i can do better.  ❞

✧˚ · . 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 , @recklesshybrid

“Only you can pull off the impossible and make my jacket better than I ever could, Kitty.” 😉

[stcrlcdy]

4.

(   ship   )   /   *   peter / recklesshybrid   .

[paragonrising]

plotted starter with @recklesshybrid

“He should be straight ahead of you, Vers.”

Should was the optimal word, and that was easy for command to say when they weren’t weaving their way through a crowded market street on a heavily congested space station. It would have been easy to find the thief if she were flying, but that’d draw too much attention, and they claimed Vers could get a little too eager when using her powers. Nova Corps didn’t want her to blow a hole in the station.

Vers didn’t agree with their assessment, but she was trying her best not to argue.

“You can’t mark him?” She said quietly, slinking her way through a particularly dense group.

“Too many bodies, I can only get a general location.”

“Uh huh,” she replied, unimpressed, “thanks for narrowing it down.”

“If it’s any consolation, you’re getting closer,” the operator responded, “sending you his details.”

She tapped on her wrist console and brought up the target summary, and she gave it a cursory glance. Vers frowned.

“Terran?” She asked, scanning the balconies above her as she moved. “What’s a Terran doing out here?”

“I think a Kree working for Nova Corps trumps the space Terran,” the voice in her ear replied, “keep your eyes on the prize, Vers.”

Vers suppressed the urge to scowl, instead glancing towards a vendor’s stall. There wasn’t a lot on it that she found interesting, but one piece on the table was reflective. From the angle, it showed the higher stories of the station’s main thoroughfare. There was a man on a third level catwalk, matching the description of the thief. He wasn’t running, but moving with a purpose in the direction of the launch bay.

“Think I found him,” she said, itching to start the chase. “Third level catwalk, heading east.”

“Got him, drone’s doing a scan…”

Vers began down the street again. If it was the thief, she couldn’t risk losing him. 

“Daedra Cube detected. You’re clear to apprehend the suspect.”

She jumped up to the second story of shops and vendors, before leaping onto the catwalk. She swung herself over the railing, and landed in front of the human. 

“Hi,” she greeted, crossing her arms as the drone came to hover next to her, its bright orange lens fixed on him. “Mind if we have a chat?”