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"There's smoke coming out of the microwave again."

"Always by your side" {i could not resist like omg}

My muse is in hospital and is comatose. Send me "Always by your side" for my muses reaction to waking up to find your muse at their bedside.

The moment Stephanie woke upeverything came back to her a littletoo strongly.

The light was a little too bright. Herhead pounded a little too hard, andshe found it a little too difficult to movefreely.

A small groan escaped her lips as sheslowly looked around, her head spinningin a thousand different directions at once.It took her a few moments to put togetherthat she was in the hospital. For what orhow long, she had no clue.

But that didn't matter to her. What matteredto her was the fact that Nat was sitting in a chair next to her bed, waiting for her.

Smiling a little in a daze, she blinked andswallowed hard.

"Hey stranger. What year is it?"

#;v: til the end of the line #;answered meme #[ too cute too cute ]#txngledinmyweb #ask

[ Long Ass Pirate Starter { txngledinmyweb} ]

The looming cavern entrance was intimidating. It's structure jagged. Peter scratched his salt filled beard at the sight; anxious. It would not be wise to sail straight into the mouth of the cave, too many obstacles could resort in his doom to escape if the situation arose. Yet, if he had to escape... It would not be without the required treasure within. He was not entirely for sure exactly what the artifact was, he never did. His sponsors never did disclose all the details on the job. Just that he might not make it out alive, and he'd be richer than ever if he did. He sailed through the silent, still waters. A fog hovered over the deathly calm waters as he dropped anchor. The only sound was the familiar heavy splash as the boat rocked into place. His crew were wary of the location. Stories of ships mysteriously going down were often told. But Peter would always counter,'If everyone dies on board, then how do these stories get told?' They called him a brash asshole, and Peter would agree in most occasions. They would be staying aboard the ship. A row boat was quickly in the water as Captain Quill labored to steer it towards the gaping darkness. The fog was thick, and the dawning sun could barely penetrate. A cold crept up his spine as the shadow soon engulfed him. Peter was inside. The soft ocean waves against the rocky outside were the only audible noises besides his own steady breathing. He didn't know what kind of terrors he would encounter, but it would have to be something powerful, something horrifying; for such a high price, and no one to of retrieved it by now. His wooden vessel softly bumped into shore. The lantern's light bounced off the uneven walls like demon shadows. Peter's mouth twitched. Just get it over with, and be done. He made his way out of the water, and onto land. The rock was moist, and slippery. Just one wrong step, and he'd probably split his head like an egg. He slowly grappled with the lantern, bringing it close to his face so the path was clear of darkness. And there, there it stood. The only thing that wasn't a bloody rock in this entire cave. Light flashed off it's metallic surface, the three iconic prongs standing tall. A trident. This was what he was sent to retrieve? Peter could barely contain his laugh. It echoed off the walls, and Peter laughed some more. "They can't be serious... A golden trident? Oh, this is too good to be true." His voice now a whisper,"I'm going to be rich as the bloody King of Spain."

Stumbling was an issue, but Peter quickly overcame it as he ungracefully made his way to the treasure. Eyes glinting with greed. His gloved hand wrapped around the cool rod, and he tugged. It groaned at the sudden force as Quill set down the lantern to use both hands. He heaved with all his might. The trident groaned louder, and then slid out of it's holder with a distinct metal screech. The force was enough to send Peter tumbling backwards, losing his grip on the now freed Atlantian artifact. His rump hit hard rocky floor, and the metal clatter was deafening in the once silent cave. "God dammit," Peter hoped he hadn't dented it. Suddenly, a noise directly behind him screeched in anger. "Bloody hell!" The pirate scrambled backwards after glimpsing the creature. He stayed there, on the ground as his chest heaved, eyes wide. Impossible, just a legend. Was on his tongue. Yet, here he was. Staring face to face with a she devil of the sea. Fucking mermaids existed. He owed someone three gold pieces now.

#txngledinmyweb #v: captain quill #[ SO. THIS IS REALLY LONG. AND UH.#YOU DON'T HAVE TO MATCH LENGTH #JUST A HEADS UP ]

"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."

Injury II [Starter Sentences]

Steve looks at Natasha, lips parting, he's thirsty, really--- really thirsty. And he isn't in the hospital. He likes that, a brow raises.

"Must've been one hell of a hit."

#a: meme #txngledinmyweb

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"That’s cute, Steph. Maybe I’ll keep it."

"You should. It makes you smile."

And smiles were rare for her. She needed to smile more often.

#txngledinmyweb #[ you're welcome! ]

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Every year the Purge was getting more and more violent. Ash specked the skies, and blood stained her clothes. She was so far unsuccessful in saving anyone except for a few homeless men and women she directed to shelter.

It was starting to become more and more evident that she was in over her head, and just when she thought she couldn't take much more of this, she spotted Natasha ready to assassinate a middle aged man.

Her eyes widened and she threw her SHIELD, hoping it would knock the gun out of her hand and get her attention.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

#txngledinmyweb #;purge au

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