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[greenwithgamma-blog]

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ // @ofcrimsonenchantresses

The idea of staying up all night with his minds preoccupied on all the nights that had followed was something Banner could understand. To sleep soundly after what they had all endured, what Wanda had endured, was no easy feat. The welcome glow of his computer screen was a much more familiar companion than his pillow in the last few weeks. He had seen her every now and then walking around the empty dimly lit halls of the compound during the early hours but never thought to disturb her thoughts; he wouldn’t know what to say to her in the first place.

He turned from his attention from the screen towards the young woman who settled down next to him, offering her a small smile in reply to her comment. “They like to find a way to catch up, hm? If you’re struggling, I might have something to help you drift off, even just for a bit.” The offer was genuine, a remedy that Bruce had found most useful when he found things getting a bit too much. Shifting in his seat slightly, he removed his glasses, hand softly rubbing over his eyes to wipe any sleep away, “No one ever got anywhere by slacking...besides, if I’m not going to sleep I might as well do...something.”

[drarnego-blog]

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‘Whoa, hey--’

It was true that for the past few minutes, Tsura couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being followed through this strange world. But for the sounds of nearly silent footsteps to turn into... sobs? Is that what was happening? It certainly surprised her.

General rule always was to not talk to strangers, especially one that seemed to be shadowing you for the past few minutes, but how could she ignore him? If something was wrong, she was the only one around that could help. 

Such is the nature of hearts of pure light, perhaps.

Quickly Tsura approached the man on his knees, kneeling at his side before taking one of his hands in hers... or rather, both of her hands. Goodness, he was huge compared to her.

‘Hey, hey. It’s alright.’ Was it? She wasn’t even sure what was causing these tears. But she spoke softly, hardly above a whisper. ‘Can you tell me what’s wrong?’

[greatlakes-avengers-blog]

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ | @sinswrote |

The teen before him seemed somewhat anxious. Even from behind a mask, DeMarr could sense that the other didn’t feel too comfortable around him- it was fair enough, not many people were. Unable to express himself much, the finger guns were a weak attempt to try and get on his level. Clearly, the youth had a language all their own.

“You don’t have to humour me, kid.” He laughed gently, feeling just as awkward as Peter did; crime fighting was a lot easier than small-talk. “You’re doing ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ, you know that right?”

 If DeMarr had half the confidence that Peter had when he was his age, he’d have been a lucky guy. It wasn’t easy growing up enhanced, being a kid was hard and weird enough without having unconventional abilities. Hidden eyes flickered to the web-shooters adorned on the other’s wrists, the brain and the ability- he could see why the Avengers™ would want to snap him up so quickly.

[tcnaciious-a-blog]

@screamsanddreams continued from here (x)

     The hungry look in his eyes made her blood run cold. He was unlike any other beast she had ever come across but she was not about to become his next meal. Steeling her nerves and clearing her mind she prepared for his charge, only dodging out of his way when he was almost upon her. 

          “I appreciate the compliment but I’m not some fuckin’ prey that’ll stand around and be eaten,” she growled before searching for a means of escape. “I ain’t gonna sit still until ya eat me.”

[deasidarchived]

      I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’ Redcoats redder with bloodstains

// @wiiredstars

[sparkmender]

“I’m going to call it a night, now, alright?”

Rung holds his arms out.

Is he asking for a hug or to be carried?

[sparkmender]

"I like the orange paint."

“Ah- thank you! I’m fond of it myself.”

Cheerful, the therapist stoops to offer out a finger to the young lady in lieu of a proper handshake— humans certainly seemed to like touching their hands together, and Rung’s been doing his best to brush up on Earth culture.

“I like your fur, it’s very brown.”

[sparkmender]

{ @ask-smokescreen :: Intake Form }

“...Smokescreen, correct?”

The ‘mech sat on the edge of the desk flips through the files and images on his datapad, lip-plates pursed and eyebrows furrowing as he peers over his oculars, before glancing back up at the ‘bot in front of him, confusion dancing over Rung’s narrow features.

These Earth inspired alt-modes... How avant-garde most of them were.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable anywhere you’d like. My designation is Rung, and I’m here to provide an unbiased, nonjudgmental resource for you to talk to.”