#sheworthied

[penguinpositivity]

@sheworthied / @heprogress

[rlyehbound]

     “IF THAT’S THE ONLY PROBLEM THAT NEEDS to be addressed, I’d be pleasantly shocked.” Of course, Aaron didn’t believe he needed to address anything. Maybe his constant need to be alone, but that was ultimately besides the point. “Then again, I didn’t come here for an idle chat. I believe… we can help each other.” a pause. “Or at the very least listen.”

// @sheworthied xxx

[hadnothing]

SOMETHING HAPPENED HERE.

@sheworthied // continued from x. 

            “Um.” It’s sheepish, more than a little guilty as he peeks at her from under the mussed hair falling in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to cause a mess, honest, but that was the problem with him, wasn’t it? It was so easy to get overloaded with information and forget all those nice, polite precautions. 

// APOLOGIZE0AND1CLEAN1THE0ROOM. // 

Ducking his head, he scrambles to start gathering up the wires, Warlock shaping around his shoulder and adding an extra hand to untangle and sort the wires, tying them neatly back into separate loops. “Sorry! We were just running maintenance checks on, well, us. Using the apartment wiring as supplementals. And I really just didn’t think about where we were sitting. Um - I’ll cook tonight, whatever you like?”

[iironbled-blog]

@sheworthied continued.

it wasn’t unusual for one of them to get caught up in work and forget the time so at first tony didn’t think much to jane not arriving on time. but as time ticked on the longer it took for him to hear anything from her the more worried he became. he sent a few texts but received nothing from her, then he tried to phone but he still got nothing. did he panic and go look for her or would that seem clingy and over the top? did it matter? something could have happened. tony was pacing for a while until he finally decided he needed to find her himself. 

he grabbed his jacket and slipped his arms into it just as he heard F.R.I.D.A.Y. announce jane’s presence. “your phone got wrecked?” keeping his jacket his on he made his way down the hall and then around the corner so he could see jane finally. judging by her badly bruised black eye and her arm it wasn’t just her phone that got wreck. “what happened to you? have you been at the hospital? why didn’t you call me?” 

panic set in as he drew closer to jane until there was very little space between the two of them. “did you run out of the hospital?” surely she should still be there. “you should still be there.”

[timeforgcda]

@sheworthied cont. from ( x )

Landing in London after yet another alien invasion brought a lot of memories rushing back.  Steve walked through the rubble and he could see New York as if it were yesterday.  He’d gone to help.  It was too late to be of any use during the battle itself but he could help deal with the aftermath.

One major difference between the two tragedies was one Jane Foster.  Instantly, the soldier could see why his Asgardian teammate was so enamored by the scientist.  That was why he’d initially felt guilty when they started getting closer.  Even more so when he found himself falling in love.  Granted, Thor and Jane had already parted ways by the time that happened but the thought always lingered at the back of his mind.  Every time she graced him with a smile those feelings melted away.  Every time Steve felt the warmth of her hand tucked between his fingers the world felt right.

The initial invitation for lunch didn’t strike him as odd.  Before riding over to Jane’s flat on a Triumph Bonneville ( since his Harley was still back in Brooklyn ) he stopped to buy her a bouquet of multicolored snapdragons and sunflowers.  Pasta was something he could easily devour but there was a nervous energy in the air as soon as he stepped through the threshold.  Was this the end?  Had he done something wrong?  Blue eyes traveled every which way all through the meal.  Concerned questions were an attempt to get to the bottom of the odd behavior.  If it was something easily fixable Steve didn’t want to hesitate in setting things right.

Arms encircle her much smaller frame, though he never worried about holding back his strength.  There was a lot of power in that body.  Power he was proud of.

But, that power seemed to slip as the secret was finally free.  “Cancer?”  The soldier nearly chokes on the world.  His stomach churns.  Fingers flex.  This isn’t something he can punch through.  It’s not an enemy he can stare down and strategize.  Immediately, his thoughts go to the serum.  When it was injected into his body everything that ailed him had been whisked away.  Now he couldn’t even get sick.

“Don’t be sorry,” Steve kisses the tip of her nose.  “Being sick isn’t something easy to talk about.  I understand that.”  Again he takes her into his arms and holds her as close as he can.  A large, calloused hand covers the back of her hand so fingers can mindlessly massage small distracting circles against her scalp.  “You’re a fighter, Jane.  This is nothing.”

[loyaloutwear-a2]

❝ the only thing that makes sense is that nothing makes sense. ❞ // mcu!jane

@sheworthied / korg starters / selectively accepting

                    ❛ … aren’t you a scientist or something? shouldn’t EVERYTHING make sense to you? ❜

[chokethelight]

“Shame. I kind of liked you.” / constantine from comic!jane

well, wasn’t that just cheery? she actually liked him? sort of? kinda? well, wasn’t that great for her. to trust him was a mistake, to put true power in him was worse. john constantine was always making mistakes and this one? far worse than one’s he managed to make in the past. or maybe that was just his opinion on the matter.

“look,” he says, yanking the cigarette out of his mouth, “don’t think for a second that you can just come around an’ start goin’ on the whole shame thing. i’m more dammed than you can fuckin’ imagine an’ then some.” more or less at least - john stoped counting at this point in time. “so if you liked me? even a little bit? yer damned fault. i got into this bloody mess an’ i’ll get outta it.” 

of course, it was out of john’s hands now - not even he had the power to patch up the holes between there and some death dimension now. it was just a matter of time before something or someone broke through, once that happened? well… who knows what could come through. “just gotta give me a moment.”

@sheworthied

[stormweathered-arc1]

. @sheworthied . 

        they had told him she was coming. 

        and now, here he is, alone on the stark, rolling landscape, rocky cliffs falling into rolling scandinavian sea.  far distant, the beginnings of a new city can be seen, modest beginnings. it’s a beautiful day, breezy and bright, and he waits, odd-eyed gaze squinted into the glare of the sun as the s.h.i.e.l.d helicopter lowers, lowers, lowers. 

        oh, he does not budge, and out here, he is completely and unabashedly asgardian, armor gleaming and cloak snapping in the wind stirred from the helicopter blades. here, he stands as though he owns this land, bold and confident and stance wide and shoulders squared: for is he not a KING of his people now? his hair may be shorn and he may have more scars than he had a year ago, but he is still fearlessly him. 

        he stands unflinching, unmoving, until the helicopter is settled upon the grass. he is every ounce asgardian nobility until the moment he sees her exit the helicopter—— 

       —— it’s a damn fool grin, warm and bright and eager and excited and THRILLED, any mask of stoicism melting away to leave bare a heart that has been raw and strained for too, too long, and he goes to her, and oh, are those eyes full of warmth and that open, painfully raw sincerity. 

                      ❛  ——— they told me to wait in the city, but i would not. ❜ ah, and is there ever a certain annoyed indignity at having been asked, but it’s tempered with a swift smile.  ❛ i am glad to see you. ❜