#v; grid

[galaeus]

STARTER : @violetstriped​​ [ BARON ZEMO ]

“USUALLY WHEN ONE OF YOU start a text with hear me out, I’m inclined to expect the worst.” Flying in from the Netherlands proved exhausting when standing on American soil felt so off. At least a year since the war, maybe more; she’s lost track of time as a forgotten ghost, abruptly moving from country to country. Bucky and Sam had proven themselves to be the exceptions to the rule --- yet by now it would be wise to make peace with the concept of never coming home.

With a heavy thud, her livelihood knapsack drops to the hangar floor. If she didn’t know any better, she’d suggest the two men look on with... nerves? “See, I usually expect that kinda text from him---” Her left hand gestures to Bucky before her chin tilts towards Sam. “---but you? That’s new. I don’t like new.” Echo Galaeus draws a sharp inhale as a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. “So what’s the big emergency?”

[galaeus]

STARTER : @scouser​ [ CIAR PIERCE ]

IT ISN’T OFTEN someone knocks on her apartment door, much less the safehouse she’s nestled on the outskirts of the city. Close enough to her old residence, but distanced to avoid the correlation in a pinch. Staying on home soil is a gamble she’s willing to take for the sake of breathing in familiar air -- to get away from the panic-driven world as it readjusts itself to what the Blip has caused.

But this knock on her door may prove otherwise.

Checking for her weapon snug in the back of her jean waistband, the former agent makes a slow pace towards her door. When an unassuming person is on the other side, Echo opens what little her doorframe lock will allow. “You lost or something, guy?”

[galaeus]

@sinnhelmingr has an ace up her sleeve.

       “-----gotta tell you, this is the weirdest fuckin’ story anyone’s ever told me.”

[galaeus]

✖ - echo/tony!

the cursed kiss meme // 16. multiple kisses

       She’ll never get tired of this. Even through the wars and the muddied trenches they’ve found themselves in just to get back into this bed, she’ll always choose when the hands of the clock meet at 7 a.m. and the light gently peers in from the shaded window. She’ll always choose turning to her right to see him wide awake thinking about a thousand and a half problems he could be solving, or the rare times he’s actually asleep (which, admittedly, are her favorite).

She’ll always choose this life over the next, and continue to choose it no matter the difficulty. She scoots with purpose to near him, his half-awake smile only spurring her to kiss his cheek, his nose, his lips, his jawline --- until she’s rolling them so he’s on his back. “Mr. Stark,” she greets in a low hum, kissing his neck, his clavicle. And she’ll continue to crawl further, unashamed to keep eye contact. She’ll never get tired of this life, or their next. Never.

[galaeus]

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

She wants to protest --- would, too, if this wasn’t such a tight spot to sit in. “I kinda didn’t know where to start, so... thanks.” Retirement? Apparently for the birds. She walks through the threshold of the door. “Remembering when I thought I crossed my t’s and dotted my i’s? Unlikely. We still got people to fuck up.”

/ @deathtake

[galaeus]

" it's okay... i'm here now... "

“PICKED A REAL NICHE TIME TO SHOW UP, CAPTAIN.” Wrapping an arm around her middle with a grimace, the former agent finds her footing as she regards the mess around them. Calling for back-up isn’t particularly her favorite Plan B, but there’s only so much her human hands can manage before calling in the big guns. “Space got a delay on beepers or something?” 

                             / @alwaysrises

[galaeus]

STARTER / @envoutnt​

“--------------no. NOPE. I’m retired, this ain’t happening.” She gestures to the overgrown array of plants behind her. “See that? I’m a horitculture-somethin’ now. I deal with things that don’t... yap back at or shoot at me.”

[galaeus]

@twelfthintellect appeared from goddamn nowhere.

        “-----they got FRENCH FRIES where you come from? Because this,” she picks up a fry and wiggles it like a worm, offering it from across the table, “is somethin’ Earth is great for. In any... doo-hickey timeline.”