#v:marvel

[scarletsilkpoppy]

“Then, come, sit beside me.”  She patted the cushion of the velvet chaise.  “I can listen, I can give a- a healing touch if you need it.  Sleep, and rest, need not be a bad thing.”  Poppy tried to give the most reassuring smile she could to this broken man.  “Why not tell me something you have not forgotten.”

@wxxtersxxdier

[ofmorgana]

@justabrooklynkid liked for a starter

Morgana had been alive too long it seemed. When she was supposed to die, she was instead given another chance and well it seemed that immortality suited her. Her seer powers never went away, meaning the nightmares wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon in her long life either. She saw Asgard falling and rather than anyone listening to her, they brushed her off as if she wasn’t once the most powerful sorceress in her land once. But that didn’t account for anything in this modern age now did it?

So she was at Midgard now, despite knowing that earth too didn’t have anything peaceful going on. Mutants? Super humans? Evil organizations that just won’t stop? It really made her rethink some of her life choices. Also, she kept getting called Lena for some reason and she wasn’t entirely sure why. What she had recently heard was the fact that the Avengers had disbanded after the situation in Wakanda, something she didn’t think would happen so soon. Maybe that was why she was so curious to find Captain America himself, to figure out why but also to add her own personal agenda. No, she wasn’t entirely malicious but she certainly did want a pro abilities society-the gods knew she’s wanted that since Camelot. 

Sure, she might’ve created the creature who was trying to “attack” her, and sure she had a feeling she knew from the aura that Steve Rogers would be in the area and perhaps she was hoping he wouldn’t be able to back down from the chance to be a hero. “Help!” She cried out, eyes wide as she struggled in the monster’s grip.

[scarletsilkpoppy]

“Miss Maximoff?”  Poppy knocked on the door.  “Captain Rogers asked me to bring you these files.”  She held out the bundle of manilla folders that she had sourced from the archives.  “This was everything I could find on magic users throughout history.  Some of the SSR files are a little worn, but still readable.  I think he thought they might be of use to you.  To know you are not alone...”

@auguratricisrubro

[redxeyedxmonsterarchive-blog]

@vcllichcr asked for a starter 

❛ —— I’m only attending this mutant rally to protect  my non identical twin brother, not because I want to  start a  fight or wanted to start a fight.  ❜ 

[ he said to the mutant who came up to him, he would have used his powers to stun them, or stop their heart, had he not seen that they weren’t here to cause any trouble. it was a good thing to as he wasn’t ready to reveal his powers just yet, at least not to a member of the X-men   ]

❛ —— are you here to cause trouble?  ❜

[argentleader-a]

@littlebrokensurvivor

“Cora! No! I can’t. I’m busy right now!” She said as she looked around. Yeah she was getting stared at for being on the phone and in her spidersui.

[your-sweetdaydreamer]

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“I have healing hands, I need to touch you to heal you, so can you please stay still? That would be extremely helpful.”

[efficientqueen]

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“Hello, sorry to interrupt, but you look beautiful.” Jeanette made it a rule for herself if she called someone beautiful in her head, she should say it aloud. Even if the woman there might be a threat to her work.

[ourheartscondemnus]

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what-the-thunder-struck

With a familiar ear splitting creak the bright florescent hallway lights streamed into the dark room causing the vampires eyes to sting before he shifted his head to look away from the burning white glare. The sound of footsteps approaching would come soon, maybe a few laughs and taunting words, maybe the dragging sound of a chain across the floor. His ‘owner’ had been insistent on using one to pull him around lately, and it came complete with a muzzle to prevent any form of biting that could help him get free of the nightmare he’d been stuck in for what seemed to be a century, when really it had been only a year. Keeping his eyes closed,body curled up in his usual place at the edge of the room, Adam tried to steady his breathing,to feign sleep or illness, in order to keep the man from doing too much harm this day. Not that it ever helped. He’d been given the liberty to be as free spirited as he wanted,but he’d been forced to submit to the mans whims just to stay alive. The burn marks from the sun usually healed quickly, but his arm was covered in a large bandage where the healing hadn’t taken place as quickly as usual from the frequent torment he’d received. 

Something was strange about the footsteps today. It was one pair, but they were far too heavy to be his ‘owners’. There was also a strange smell of sweat, dirt, and fire coming into the usually musky room,and was that screaming and shouting he heard in the hall? It had nothing to do with him. Why should he care what was happening to the zombies outside of his windowless cell. Shifting, the sound of his shackles scraping against the concrete filled the room. Whatever was happening, it didn’t sound very pretty with all the alarms shrieking out in the hall.  Maybe he could just go to sleep, forget where he was for another few hours, and if he had the energy devour the next person that came to give him his daily feed of blood.