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Pepper’s afternoon lunch walk had been thoroughly ruined. What promised to be a lovely, warm September day had turned into a torrential downpour all over the city. She quickly slid under a nearby awning, brushing the water off her arms, wishing she’d grabbed the newspaper sitting on her desk before she left.

She glanced to her left to see another doing the same, and she smiled a little, wet bangs clouding her vision. “Summer in New York, huh?” she said. “Always unpredictable.”

#shastarters #This is awful buuut Pepper wants to talk to more people :)

Evangeline watched the video on his phone, headphones in his ears, the rest of the restaurant she was in was lost to her. The images of the young boy - he was still a child, it was so clear he wasn’t an adult yet - being carried like a criminal broke the woman’s heart.

“Geez.”

She spoke in a small tone, hand covering her mouth as she watched once more in an attempt to understand what was going on. However, nothing could explain the treatment the boy was going through. He was one of them, the gifted, who had some sort of power, maybe due to birth or some kind of exposure. Every day the news talked more and more about them, but she had not met anyone like them yet; even though they looked like everyone else and probably just wanted to live their lives as normal as possible.

“This is inhumane. He’s just a kid.” She was speaking to no one in particular, and while her voice was low, it was still loud enough for someone around her to hear.

#shastarters #{ writing one for evangeline because i'll try to reply to people with the other three }#{ also to those who don't know she is trans but she isn't out yet }#{ so pls don't refer her as a she or by her female name if she hasn't told you yet }

“Ugh, it’s been so hot.” Loki complained, fanning herself in an ill attempt to lower her temperature. After finding out she was Jotun, she understood why she didn’t feel as much cold as the Asgardians - although they, too, had a very high tolerance for cold, not as Loki did, but it was enough to just be odd, and not scandalous. However, Midgard seemed to be hotter and Loki had no idea how the humans managed to live like this. “Is it normal to be this hot in September? When will the cold begin?”

#shastarters #{ small starter to have more interactions }#{ come talk to me! :D }

“Yes, Mr. Stark has seen the video. No, he does not--”

Pepper stopped abruptly, tapping her foot impatiently against the pavement beneath her Manolo’s. “As I said, Mr. Stark--”

She was cut off yet again by the person on the other end of this phone, this time offering a frustrated sigh. “Listen--Mr. Stark does not have a comment to make at this time. Nor do I, for that matter. Perhaps if you spent more time listening rather than interrupting, I’d be more amenable to answering your questions. Goodbye.”

She hung up the phone and tucked it into her bag, glancing at the person who appeared next to her outside Stark Tower. “Sometimes, it still feels like Tony’s running the company, and I’m the assistant,” she said, shaking her head.

#shastarters #convo

Enforced Curfew | Spidey & ______

I’m worried about you lately, Peter. “I know, May, but I promise, I’m doing fine. It’s all good. I’ve got this whole college thing in the bag.”

You always seem so tired when you visit lately-

“It’s nothing, Aunt May. Really. Okay, I gotta go- There’s this, uh,” He glanced down from the web hammock he was currently perched up on at the truck that had appeared, motor running, “-Study group I joined. Yeah. No. Sure. You could call them friends...” The white of his lenses narrowed from the black optical shutters cutting off the background noise as it honed his enhanced senses on the clearly hush-hush meetup below. Moving his textbooks, notebooks, and study notes to the side he pushed himself to his previously kicked up and crossed Spider-Booties (Trademarked). Crouching low, Peter moved towards the edge of his makeshift perch, quietly inching forward with the panache of a runner during the Olympics.

“It is nice that I’m already making pals- Huh?” He raised his head at the question his aunt asked. “Uh, what’re they like?” His head snapped back down to the deal in progress. “I dunno, actually. How about I go and find out? Haha, yeah I love you, too, May. We’re still on for this weekend, right? Okay, I’ll see you then.” He clicked the end call button on his phone, testing the durability of his webbing while keeping an eye out for the chance to spring into action. The mysterious men below talked for a few more minutes, three in all: a buyer, a seller, and a lookout who kept peering out the alleyway. The Seller gestures towards the covered truck behind him, the deal sanctioned between the two. Peter caught the tail end of this moment: “--next step in making sure nobody, not even those damn Avengers, can stop guys like us.” That was enough for Peter, webbing a new line for himself so not to disturb his college work station, he stepped forward onto it, then dipped really low so it began to bend before launching himself into the air. Backflipping into a dive, the arachnid based crimefighter kicks off the Seller with the ease and acrobatics of a gymnast. “Hiya fellas. Shady Back Alley Deals Con is over at the Javits Center, didn’t you get the e-mail?” he quipped, immediately flipping to kick the gun the Buyer had pulled out at the blur of red and blue spandex. His head whipping back around from the momentum, the lens on his mask widening in sarcastic surprise while dodging the various punches the Buyer threw. “Woah, that almost looks real! I know it ruins the illusion of cosplay but you’re supposed to spray paint the tips orange, dude.” Throwing himself onto his back, Peter kicked the Buyer in the stomach, doublng him over then leapt back onto his feet. His wrist flew out at the Lookout, webbing the gun in his hand and yanking it away. “Tsk tsk, your buddy here is already cosplaying sore loser criminal with a gun! One of you is gonna have to change!” he grunted as he used the webbing to swing the gun back around and crack the Lookout in the head. The Seller pulled a whip from under the cover on the truck, he cracked it and the leather end seemed to glow similarly to the man who attacked the Stark Expo back when Peter was a kid. “...Well, he’s got the right idea.” Peter muttered with a three point landing, eyes wide at the crackle of energy.

#shastarters #{Enforced Curfew}#//first come first serve

The images on his feed were disturbing enough to bring doubt into the young man’s mind. Memes of This is Fine and Paul Blart: Fire Cop flooded over the timeline. He’d been so distracted by his phone and the thoughts of disgust that followed to remember to look up in time. Dodging the individual in front of him, he swiveled to the side, looking back while maintaining control of his groceries as well as his discounted cellular.

“Shit- shoot, I’m so sorry. That was my bad!”

#shastarters #c: whoever #//this took me way too long to think of xD

FLAMING MUTANT LIGHTS UP MIDTOWN. Of course that was the headline they would choose for that poor boy getting carted off like a criminal. Ridiculous.

Andi looked up from his newspaper when he saw someone approach out of the corner of his eye, figuring he really had been hoping for too much when he’d expected a calm coffee break. Even off-campus, his students managed to find him everywhere. Not that he recognized this one, but then again, there were a lot of them.

“Hi,” he greeted, a bit confused. “Can I help you?”

#shaopen #shastarters #(something small to start my boy off!)