to save the world

She was like a sword. Her tongue was sharp, she was always ready to f i g h t . She never showed fear; Her eyes only ever showed determination.

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blackxwidcws:

“That is on PURPOSE,” Yelena replied, allowing her accent to slip in briefly to demonstrate. “I am… a CONTRACTOR, I suppose, is what you’d call it.”

“The accent sounds good on you, it’s fitting.” Trish replied with a smile. “Interesting. What kind of services do you offer?” She was always asking questions. Part of the job.

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✉ (Frank)

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

( ✉ → Frank Castle [UNSENT] ): If they ever catch me, you promise to take care of Jessica?( ✉ → Frank Castle [UNSENT] ): I know I’m not risking much, no one knows about me. But just in case.

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☎ (Claire)

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

( ✉ → Claire Temple ): You want to be my date to a dinner tonight?( ✉ → Claire Temple ): Long story. Free food and drinks, if you drink.

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inkstcins:

@trishwclkcr  liked for a starter.  

         After sharing drinks ( or a drink ) Vicki Vale liked to think that she and Trish became sort of good friends —- though she wouldn’t assume that far, she was still outside the woman’s place of work, with the new york times rolled in her arm. with one smooth movement, she passed through the closed doors and stood before the receptionist. “ Trish Walker is expecting me, “ she says with a fabricated smile. though at the same time, Vicki was already sending a text to the other, in case the receptionist took her time. 

        “Trish,” her assistant said to her, knocking once on the door to her office (and recording space -- it doubled as both. Patsy had paid well, but not well enough for a large office space in New York City). “Your friend is here to see you,” she said continued once she nodded to continue. “Thank you, Rachel,” Trish replied, retrieving her coat and heading out to meet her. (She didn’t move too quickly -- underneath her clothes laid bruises. Hellcat was already taking its toll).

         Vicki Vale was an interesting woman. Quick witted, sharp as a whip, and opinionated. She was strong, and she respected her for that. She enjoyed her company, even. It was a welcome change from the people who danced around what they were saying because of her reputation. “Glad you could make it,” she said with a smile. “I need a change from the usual. I feel like all I ever hear lately is complaints.”

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luckythief:

Hellcat wasn’t boring, that was for sure. This city had a lot of colorful characters. “You bet,” Felicia decided, perched atop an empty balcony. She was supposed to be watching the building and getting information, but some idle chatter wasn’t gonna hurt anybody. “Hope you’re not here to arrest me. That’d just suck.”

“I left my badge in my other suit,” Trish quipped, obviously joking. Her lips curved into a smile as she looked up at Black Cat. So far, for a first mask to mask interaction, this one wasn’t so bad. She always expected heroes to have more of an attitude, like they were entitled to something. (Maybe it was envy). She ought to rethink that. “Anyone giving you trouble because of the Act?” She asked, more concerned that curious.

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alexeithered:

“THIS is child’s play, Уважаемые.” DEAR. She has no idea!! “It will only get worse.”

“What did you just call me?” Trish asked, brows furrowing. She should have known better than to speak to a man about this. She was fighting a losing battle, and so she relented. “And you’re idealistic, too. Wonderful! This is just what I needed this morning.”

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frcnkxcastles:

“I dunno, I know a couple of reporters who are all right.” He offered her a rare smile. “Noticed your name missing. Always new you were smart.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Trish replied, although she returned his smile. It was nice to see, Frank never seemed to smile. (Bet it hurt his face). “What reason would I possibly have to register? I’m a lowly radio host.” On a more serious note, she said, “I’m glad you didn’t either, Frank.”

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alexeithered:

“No one cares if you sign or not. When will the talk of registration bullshit be over??”

“When heroes have their freedom and rights back. It’s opinions like that that allow this kind of fascism.”

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frcnkxcastles:

“So they’re publishing people’s names in the paper after they register? Yeah. That’s smart.”

“Don’t think anyone’s ever described the press -- or government, for that matter - as smart, Frank.” 

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defendermagnet:

“Getting longer by the minute.” Claire abandoned the tone she was prone to using. She could scream at Trish until she was blue in the face and for all she tried, Trish would go right back out into the streets after she was patched up. “I forgot how clumsy you are,” Claire offered, as a truce. “Just be more careful, next time.”

“And here I thought I’d brighten your day,” Trish said drily. She was anticipating Claire’s disapproval, preparing for the next ‘you’re only human,’ or ‘you don’t have superpowers, Trish.’ But neither of them came. She released a breath she hadn’t realized that she was holding. “I’m a human calamity,” she agreed, forcing a smile. “I will be, I promise,” and that she truly meant. “You doing okay?” She asked, because god, Claire deserved better than all of this shit.

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blackxwidcws:

“Russia.” Yelena saw no reason to LIE; it was a big country, after all. “It is, yes. My bosses are VERY strict.”

“You don’t have much of an accent,” Trish observed. “I’ve been there before,” to the extent that they monitored the foods she’d eat. “What do you do?”

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luckythief:

 That was the truth. Felicia got lucky—she inherited hers. The Cat was a legend in his own right. His daughter was making her own reputation.

“Black Cat.” Felicia slid her eyes over Hellcat. Nice. “You gotta be new if you don’t know it already.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Trish said, looking her up and down. She didn’t bother to be subtle about it, the mask gave you some anonymity. (It made sense in the context, too. Since she never went for high profile villains, she rarely into other vigilantes. If Black Cat was one). “Presumptuous of you, but yeah, fairly new.” She paused, “Good timing on my part, huh?”

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fe-fist:

He was indeed quite the fan, he’d even seen bits and pieces of Patsy since returning to New York, he’d been told he needed to know that about her before really getting into her show. He never saw much of the correlation, but  he was never much the master of media.

“Oh, good, I was hoping not to intrude, I’m usually pretty bad about that.” he said with a small laugh. “I’m willing to go upwards of $300″ he teased back with a small laugh.  “Danny Rand, a pleasure, Trish.” he said, shaking her hand with a grin.

“If you were intruding, you would have had to wait,” Trish said with a small smile. She didn’t know what to make of him yet, he’d already revealed that he was wealthy, and generally speaking, wealthy men were a pain in the ass. So far he seemed to be exempt from that, but god, she was waiting for it. “Make it 500 and you have a deal,” she said with a chuckle. “Pleasure’s all mine,” she released his hand. 

“That’s where I record,” Trish said, pointing towards the sound booth. There were three chairs across from it, “And that’s where you would have waited. Outside is where the reception desk is, and that’s it, that’s the grand tour. Worth the money?”

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akafuckyou:

She was too out of it to interpret Trish’s sigh as anything other than disappointment. She had screwed up, royally, in so many different ways it was getting hard to keep track of it all. Trouble does seem to find you, Bruce had said to her once. But it was her, it was all her. She didn’t look for it, didn’t want it, but apparently, that’s just who she was. The sort of person who couldn’t take a step (a stumbling goddamn step) without putting her foot down in shit. “Just promise you’ll visit and sneak some goddamn shanks in,” she quipped, though her usual sarcasm fell flat.

She could feel Trish tense up, sending a new wave of guilt crashing over her. Christ. She really had no goddamn control anymore. She shook her head violently, sending the world spinning. “Mostly I ranted until I hit her and she tossed me out,” she muttered, leaning her head in one hand. She was quiet for a moment, breathing raggedly. “I’m here aren’t I?” she asked, her voice dark. “It’s like, 3 am, and I just showed up on your balcony.” It had always been like this between them, she knew that. Hours had never meant anything, but the guilt was still raw and real tonight. “He knows me. Well enough to see…” She trailed off, biting her lip hard. She picked up her head, glanced at Trish with tired, desperate eyes. “You did it better than I ever could, Trish. Kicked your shit, got away from everything, and didn’t – didn’t let it swallow you whole.” 

“I won’t have to visit,” Trish said, and there was no room for arguing in her tone. “You won’t be in there. You’ll be here, with me, or at your house, you hear me?” Like hell she’d leave Jessica to rot in a cell, to be confined, without any hope of escape. She couldn’t be trapped there, and she wouldn’t be. Not while she was here.

Her shoulders rolled, releasing any tension that remained in them. This was Jessica, this was her sister, and unfortunately, her saviour (no matter how much she didn’t need one). She was the only person she’d die for, and she knew that feeling was returned. She’d never hit her. (Her anger was understandable, it came from the abuse she’d faced. It wasn’t intrinsically part of her like it had been her mother). “Have you talked to her since? Apologized?” Trish asked gently. If Jessica was mentioning it, it meant that whoever she’d hit, they were important to her. 

Her hand reached for Jessica’s and she squeezed, letting her know that it was okay. “I want you to be here, Jess. If you need someone, I’m that person, always.” It wasn’t something that she said often, but it was necessary. “No, he doesn’t. If he thinks that you drag me down, he doesn’t know you at all. You built me up. You helped me become this person.” She was going to kick Bruce’s ass later, that bastard. “No, I let it swallow me whole, and then I crawled back out. I was at rock bottom, and you know that better than anyone. Don’t glorify it, Jessica.” She paused, “But you can do the same.”

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new americana | steve + trish

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Summary: Steve is a guest of Trish Talk.

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blackxwidcws:

“I WISH I could leave this country. I have work to do here before I can go anywhere.”

“Where are you from? Must be a hell of a commitment if you can’t leave.”

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luckythief:

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“Another cat motif?”

Felicia gave Hellcat a once-over. Somebody was new, and it showed. “Are we starting a club?”

“Pity how few animals there are to choose from,” Trish said drily.

Shockingly, she refrained from rolling her eyes. All those years of acting finally paid off. “I’ve never been much of a team player.” She eyed the woman back, “You got a name?”