#vnmblast

[osborninc]

@vnmblast !!

of all the people he could have run into, of all the people he could have stumbled across in the crowd --- did it have to be her? did it have to be now? after their conversation, he had spent too much time ( and far too many company resources ) attempting to find out more information about the woman calling herself jessica drew. when that did not work, he had tried putting her entirely out his mind. when even that did not work, he had felt himself slipping into a deep paranoia, the same paranoia that had once come with the mention of spider-man --- distrust, fear, suspicion, suspicion, suspicion. eventually, that too had faded, and he did not know which was worse: the brief certainty that she was there to doom him or the current uncertainty that she might actually be trying to help. 

either way, he did not want to see her here. he did not want her to see him like this, like an osborn. ( and that was not fair of him, was it? why should he care what she thinks of him? ) he pulled her to the side of the crowd, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any others who might be watching them. 

in a low voice, “are you following me?” 

[usedshield]

@vnmblast !! 

There’s an odd sort of comfort to Clint’s place, and it took Steve a few hours to place it. The last time he’d been somewhere THIS QUIET --- well, it’d been back in the war, sitting around with the Howling Commandos. ( He tried not to think how it was a false sense of security then. Talk too loud, you might get shot in the back before you even realized you were in trouble. ) It was quiet like the end of a battlefield. 

Really --- it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he needed a break from it, a time to think. He made his way down to a park a few miles away. It was far enough that he felt comfortable about it but close enough that the others might not even notice he was gone. ( They would notice, but for a moment, he could feel like he might just be able to breathe. ) 

After a few minutes, he pulled out the device, hit the button she’d shown him. It might not be a good idea to involve SOMEONE ELSE, but --- you had to count on people, right? That was what made them better. 

He'd wait there a few hours if he had to. He knew it, sure as stone: Jessica Drew would come. 

[uwsrogues]

[ a garment bag containing a deep green cocktail dress, hand - delivered by courier to Jessica’s apartment along with a letterpress card bearing a familiar monogram ]

Jessica --- 

Join me for dinner ?  Tomorrow at seven.  I’ll send a car.

Love, Ophelia

P. S. : I do hope it’s your size.

@vnmblast !

[redvcted-blog]

THE APARTMENT building isn’t something she hasn’t seen before. Nondescript, extremely NORMAL against the cluttered backdrop of New York City buildings that JUT upward like jagged teeth toward the sky. Either way it’s not entirely surprising, of course, given the amount of INTEL she already has on it and its inhabitants. 

Hill navigates the sidewalk like a shark CUTTING through water–– purposeful and driven toward one cause, boots clacking on the sidewalk in her wake and up the stairs on the heels of another resident. Maria doesn’t really have the TIME to dilly-dally, and so she’s knocking at the door a half minute later, giving the peephole a direct stare.

When she’s sure there’s someone behind it, she tips her head a little, flicking her eyebrows. 

      ❛ Got a sec? ❜

@vnmblast !!

[grdianoftheocean]

@vnmblast

Kaldur stared at Spider-woman on the top of the darkened and empty roof. The building under them belonged to a LexCorp pharmaceutical subsidiary, much like the two CADMUS facilities destroyed before, and it was clear what the both of them were attempting to do here. Here, with all the disabled security feeds. It just an odd coincidence.

“I take it you’re here to investigate LexCorp as well,” Kaldur stated as-a-matter-of-factly as he continued the stare down without a flinch. “It may be more prudent for the both of us to work together this time instead of getting in each other’s way.”

[usedshield]

@vnmblast​ !!

It’s the FIRST TIME he’s seen her outside of a mission in --- well, it might not be an exaggeration to say years at this point. There was more than one beer can by him too, even if he can’t feel the effects of it bubbling in his stomach. It helps build the atmosphere; for a moment, for one simple moment, it makes it feel like they might actually get a chance to RETIRE some day ( instead of ending up at the bottom of the ocean in a box labeled “Property of SHIELD” ). They might as well just be two kids on a half-assed vacation. 

“ --- You SURE about this?” He knows it’s a foolish question as much as it’s a foolish idea. Permanency isn’t exactly something they got to find themselves concerned with, but it’s still an easy question to ask when he’s got A NEEDLE in his hand. “At this point, I feel obligated to ask.” 

[usedshield]

💓 When did they have their first crush?

Steve was just about to turn eight — it was a hot summer that year, and hot summers seemed to bring out the worst in everyone. Long story short: Steve got into a fight because he was young and stupid and couldn’t keep his nose to the ground. He expected it to end how they usually ended — him on the ground, blood on his freshly washed shirt, and the other kids laughing and walking away. THIS TIME, however, was different. Someone else stepped in to help him out, a boy about his age with just as much fire in his fists and righteousness in his stare. The pair WON the fight ( the first time Steve actually won a fight, although he’d never admit it ), and Steve would’ve sworn right then and there that he believed in destiny, in love, in all the things the Bible said. The boy introduced himself as Bucky, and although Steve didn’t recognize it as such, he was definitely Steve’s first crush. I mean, fighting in an alley really builds trust fast. 

[spoilers-ahead-647]

you probably deserve it.

She’d been standing there for longer than was probably socially acceptable, but still hadn’t come to a decision when the young woman she was vaguely sure she recognized from somewhere appeared beside her.  “I know, right?” Steph held her hands outstretched, hovering over two platters stacked with delicacies. She was pretty sure one was lemon drizzle bites and the other was some kind of cookie, and they both looked amazing. And delicious. She glanced at the woman, and while she’d never met her before, Steph had never been one to meet a stranger.  “Care to sample them with me?” she offered, finally diving in and picking up one of each to put on her tiny plate.