#whose calling ||: asks

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@hiredassault​ said:  ‘  i  have  never  seen  a  more  tragic  creature.  how  might  i  help  you  ?  ’

                     she’s hit. pitiful as she tried to keep from bleeding out a force field wedged into her abdomen in an attempt. in moments like these she envies those she knows who heal, wolverine, deadpool, and more; the ones who despite the pain begin to grow numb to each break and snap and shot. where they can reassemble themselves so quickly and easily without flaw, but mortality seemed to be her vice. 

                      tucked snuggly against the now warped car she hides, the desperate urge to scream in rage boiling in her throat. teeth grinding together as she fights her own conscious, the mantra in her mind screaming repeatedly. DONT LOOK AT IT! DONT LOOK AT IT! GOD DAMMIT SUE DONT LOOK AT IT! 

                      the roar of violence and chaos behind her was consuming, each throb of pain and wash of dizziness pulsing in time with the hell around. boots appear in her peripheral and with a weak turn of her head her eyes travel up long legs before finding a familiar but foreign face. the news, she’d seen him on the news before and had a brief encounter with him. 

                     his words make her teeth want to crack, jaw locking as she glares up at him. “ help me? you shot me! “ another wash of vertigo swims through her mind, making her limbs feel too light and limp. she didn't want to die, she didn't want to die -- not like this. “ help me...stop the bleeding. please. “ 

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@duttongirl​ said:  ❝  you need to rest.  you’ve done more than enough.  ❞

                    why did that feel so final? like a nail slamming in a coffin, where she could scream and frantically fight her way through only to be compressed deeper and deeper into darkness. rest wasn't easy, it hadn’t been in a long time and to hear it leave scarlett’s lips made sue laugh. the soft sound bordering between exhaustion and manic, she hadn’t done enough. not enough to save those that were lost, not enough to keep others from being injured. she’d barely been able to save the few she could, and what was she of a hero if she couldn't save everyone? a failure. 

                      the world itself made her gut twist and cinch, every nerve in her body weakening at the mere thought. she couldn’t fail, it wasn't going to happen. even battered and bruised and barely hanging on she wouldn’t rest, people like her didn't rest. the kept moving till they died. 

                       “ I cant. Scarlett -- I cant sit around and let the world crumble around us, I cant do that. If I cant help, I’m better off dead. “ 

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@alexsmmrs​ said:  ❝  last time i tried to help i just made shit worse.  ❞

                   “ you’re giving up? “ the question is soft and not meant to be hurtful, it wasn’t the intention in the slightest. the words slipped from her lips before she could catch them and suck them back in, and with a soft frown sue can only sigh deeply. “ i dont think there really is anyway to make this worse. “ and truly there wasnt much that could be done to dig the grave they were in any deeper, the very bottom had been hit and with a final thud here they stood. 

                    “ look, i’ll be honest with you okay.” her words are being collected, as she rolls her shoulders back and levels her eyes with his own. “you name can be havoc, chaos, destructor, whatever you want -- that doesnt stop the fact that you are a good person. in order to have good the world needs to collapse or else society wont grow, you just like every other hero is crucial.” her nose scrunches as she rubs her temple, expression tightening before she shakes her head. 

                    “ listen, im not gonna sit here and stroke your ego all night. I would like to save the world and go home and celebrate with a drink. now please help me! “

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@torriis​ said:  ❝  everyone always wants something from me.  ❞ -Elliot

                greed was what drove the world. she knew this and had since she was young, its what drove her father into an early grave. its what made her and johnny lose everything they almost had, security, money, a family -- greed had stolen it without a word. a silent thief that slipped in an out of peoples lives in various forms, its most popular as friends. how many had come and gone after their bought of fame? too many and none that she longed to remember. her heart ached for johnny and his desire to have friends sometimes blinded him and it pained her to watch the fallout. he at time mentioned how bad she had it, being a shut in and reclusive from friendships; and maybe he was partially right it was tough keeping real friends. 

                its why elliot’s words resonate with her, the pale brows on her face lifting as she feels her lips turn downward into a frown. no one deserved to be used or treated like a piece of money, it was so -- “ its dehumanizing.” the words are soft as her eyes shift to look at him with a sorrowful expression, shoulders lifting and falling in an attempt to seem unbothered by the notion in itself. 

                 “ really sucks putting so much effort and love into people, only for them to turn around and use you like a rag.” a hand comes to shove her hair out of her face as she lets her gaze break from his own and look into the distance, the sun setting in the distance almost comforting. a close on another long day, sleep would be kind to them both probably. it would shut out the world around and bring some form of peace, and with a small grin she looks back at elliot. 

                 “ as my brother would say, fuck ‘em. which he would most likely literally do if they were attractive, but i think he’s right. if they cant seem how valuable you are away from what you have -- then they arent really worth your time are they? “ 

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@defyxoblivion​ said:  ❝  no one else can do what you do.  we need you.  i need you.  ❞ Namor

                 need. once upon a time the idea of being needed made her skin crawl, the sheer responsibility that word held something she found heavy and so obligating. even as a little girl everyone would tell her, ‘we need you sue.’ ‘johnny needs you sue.’, back then she didn’t know why. why was it so important that she was on their side? in their corner she wasn’t anything special, just a smart girl. it became clear after the radiation why people needed her, she was resilient, strong, impossibly determined; she was an asset. 

                 another form of bitterness began to stain her tongue with being a weapon, a walking creature capable of creating mass destruction. it scared her how easily her heart and head began a war with one another when it came to her new role, no longer just a mother figure to her brother or even a care giver to those who required her attention. she was now a savior to those who called out her name, like some form of a god that heeded to the need of those who could not save themselves. 

                she’d learned, that being needed by someone who was like her was a completely different thing. to need her despite being strong, to need her despite their gifts and abilities; she felt like she had worth then. she was a piece of a bigger puzzle where not everything relied on her shoulder, it made being a hero easier. it made her feel less alone. 

                  lips part as she holds her words on the tip of her tongue, cool eyes shifting to look at namor. the unsettling sincerity in his eyes leaving the hairs on her arms to raise, as she shifted and straightened in her seat. “ tell me its not a mistake. that you wont let me lose myself in this. “ 

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@hlfaghst​ said:  “ this  is  a  mistake !  i  shouldn’t  be  here . ”

          “ wait danny -- “ her words are cut off by a swift gesture made by reed, letting the boy waltz right out the door. cool eyes shift to scowl at reed with a look of distaste the frown pulling her lips downward heavy. her hand is jerked away when he reaches for her moving past reed with a swift gait she’s already rushing through the door and down the hall. the crop of dark curls fading around the corner has her heart seizing as she speeds up, walk turning into a trot as she calls out to the younger male. 

         “ danny please, wait.”  she’s careful coming to stand next to him, not to touch or reach out to the other. eyes looking to his face as she gives an apologetic expression, the right words leaving her like always in times like this. its one of the reasons she questioned why she’d been given such abilities, why was she given the role of a hero when she barely could play the role of a supportive friend without feeling awkward or making things worse. johnny was always better at making people feel better, it was pretty obvious. “ you cant leave. you belong here just like the rest of us. “ 

         lips press together as she casts a glance to the others shoes before she sighs, “reed -- reed is scared. he isn’t the wisest person when scared or unsure, he’s so bound up in facts and proof that its hard for him to take anything that doesn't make sense to him immediately. he didn’t mean what he said, you arent a trouble; you’re a brilliant boy who deserves a chance. just like we got one. “