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[quivers]

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[divaricate]

one • two • three

(we ship all the same ships; so come at me with whomever tbh! which one you're feeling most.)

excellent — you gambled on old man trash, no takebacks

[unmiss]

[ He knew she'd be trouble since he laid eyes on her. Except the trouble he'd calculated was the exact kind she'd demonstrated, being a sort of nuisance to the team. One by one, she'd brought down all of their defenses, dragging out their biggest fears to make them vulnerable. All of them — except for him.

But the mind-twisting tricks wasn't where she'd brought him down. It was the unexpected attraction that'd distracted him from maintaining his defenses. When she'd become one of them, there was no easy way to dispel it with the previously obvious excuses such as "she's not on our side" or "she's just some lost kid". Because he'd grown to know her, for more than just the Scarlet Witch as the world had begun to identify her as. She was brave, stronger than she let on, even with the weight of her brother's death, and she had much more wit and snark than even himself sometimes. With how much he liked her company, Clint knew he'd fallen into an unmistakable attraction.

Problem was — she was young. Far younger than a guy like Clint should be messing around with. Which meant there was a need to set up boundaries. Which was easy. All he had to do was set up a distance when it came to romantic advances. And if she pursued him? He could say no.

Clint Barton had all the control in the world. Piece of cake. ]





Shit. [ He groans low against her mouth, a deep growl slipping from beneath his tongue as a hand smooths over his clothed erection. Clint can't even tell when his jeans had gotten so tight, only that they were, and that they weren't being ignored.

Wanda's breath is hot where he feels it exhale over his lips, her eyes dark and lustful from where he can see them right before his own. Despite the darkness of his room, he can see her from the outside lights flickering through the window. She looks better than any daydream he could have ever dreamed up. ]

You shouldn't be in here, you know. [ He says it with a sly smile, because there's little protest in his tone when his fingers are already damp from touching her. The hem of her underwear had been no obstacle from slipping his hand in and stroking gently in a matched rhythm with her own fingers. ]

[divaricate]

[he'd gotten to know her, she'd gotten to know him. Somewhere along that line, she'd also found herself wrapped up in feeling more attraction for him. He was one of the easier ones to talk to, he got a few smiles out of her, he was quite attractive looking, and he'd been a good friend to have. She had found herself tossing most of her fucks to give about her being younger out the window. It's not like it'd be any less unusual to hook up with Vision, a robot, really, if she had gone that route. Who needs to follow 'rules' anyway?]

[She cant't get that much closer to him, but she does try by pushing slightly harder against his fingers, a cry escaping her lips.]

Are you sure I shouldn't? Because it feels more like you want me to stay. [Teasing, obviously, with a small smirk and a bit of a play on words. As she slowly starts to work on removing said jeans he's wearing because she wants easier access -- but not before making another couple of stroking passes with her hand because she will be greedy and take all she can get in the process.]

— toxophiliac

[quivers]

I know it's like 3am over in NY but
I KNOW you're not asleep.

How do I know that?
Because you just butt-snapped a picture of your knee and sent it to me.
At least I HOPE it was an accident because newsflash -
your knee is not a turn on despite what you probably like to believe.

Send something a little more interesting next time, okay, old man?

[ Something better like this which she submits shortly after her previous message. ]

[toxophiliac]

[ Clint checks his phone.

He checks his photos.

He's got no idea when that embarrassing knee-selfie happened, or how, but look. Technology ain't his strongsuit. Not unless arrows are involved, anyway. (And then he's all about it. Boomerang arrows, anyone?) ]

sorry, you're going to have to give me more examples.

I still don't really know what you mean.

[quivers]

Don't play that game with me, Barton.

You haven't earned any more than that.

[ If she's gonna stay up at this time (which isn't a big deal because when does Kate ever get sleep?), she's gotta make it worthwhile by messing with him a bit. ]

— spideys

[quivers]

Hope you're having fun at work!
:)

[ And she'll attached a short video because she's the worst. ]

[spideys]

[ Why Is This Happening? A biopic by Peter Parker.

He manages to get a sneak peek into his phone, in the midst of a headlines meeting of all things, and can't keep the surprise out of his expression.

At least no one's noticed. Maybe. Hopefully.

Well, at least Jameson hasn't noticed. ]

don't tell me

baking accident

got chocolate all over your fingers

thought it'd be funny to send me this video

[ Ha ha ha, he's so good at this. ]

[quivers]

[ Look, if Peter Parker has managed well enough to keep his Spider-Man identify a secret from the world long enough, she can trust in him to know how to sneak a peek at some sexy video during work hours. Even if his personality sometimes says otherwise. ]

Well, I sure did get SOMETHING all over my fingers.

But I wasn't baking.

:)

Nat!

[bethamphetamine]

( Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.

Beth has been training, because somehow running is one of the only things she feels like she can do without fucking it up, any more. Her hair is still damp from the shower, as she goes towards Nat's place, falling into messy waves instead of its usual status of straightened into submission. She's so tired, and it has nothing to do with the training, and everything to do with the shitstorm that's the situation with the Neos, with being dragging into this place, with wondering if they've gotten themselves grouped in with something better than Neolution and Leekie, or if Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. were just another God damn mask.

So far as she knew, they hadn't found Mika yet, but Cosima and Alison and that woman from the train station, the one who'd been there when S.H.I.E.L.D intercepted her - those three had all been around for friendly chats. Whether they'd spoken to Art or Duko, rounded up all the other parts of her life, that she didn't know. Wasn't sure she wanted to, but knew she'd have to face it sooner or later. A new element of her life being a lie from the beginning, she couldn't do that again. Not after Paul.

She just wished, sometimes, that she could go back to being a cop, but they've all come too far for that. She's crossed too many boundaries, and she's about to cross another boundary. It's—

she just needs someone to see her. So she's here, knocking on Nat's door and realising how stupid it is to be trying to feel better with a spy. But, hey. At least she knew what she was getting into if she came here, right? )

Hey. ( Her voice sounds tired, and upbeat in a way that could have been convincing, but rings a little hollow. ) Can I come in?

[breakables]

[ Natasha tries not to get too personal with the people that S.H.I.E.L.D. brings in. That was never the lifestyle permitted for her, not since even before she'd join this secret agency, a stoic professional attitude presented as part of the KGB as well. She'd blame it all on the Red Room, on how they'd train her not to feel, to be nothing but a killer with no personal future to gamble on. Except she wasn't in that room anymore. Everything from here was up to her.

Except it wasn't. She'd traded one secret, dangerous lifestyle for another. There was nothing beyond this.

And yet she feels a subtle warmth in her chest when Beth's voice echoes from beyond her door. She'd grown oddly protective of the girl since they'd brought her in. As though there was a positive to keep her from falling into dark paths like she'd done. Nat knew that was the limit to what this all was. And she knew to keep it that way.

Opening the door, she leans on its edge as she looks over the girl, at damp hair falling over her shoulders and the way she looks more exhausted than she lets on. ] Usually I require a password for getting past this point but — [ She gives a small smile, gesturing with a slight wave of her hand. ] I'll make an exception for you.

[bethamphetamine]

( Oh, if only Natasha had been around some six months earlier.

Maybe kept her from following a tip that ended in a civilian shooting, maybe kept her from ever speaking to Mika in the first place, from finding out Paul was a— a fake, a spy on her life that could barely bring himself to look at her anymore, a void that just lied and lied. There was no one, though, that could have kept Beth's life from unravelling. God knows Art had tried.

She'd gotten onto some dark paths, but she'd gotten pretty good at hiding the extent of them. (Or maybe not that good at all, with the investigations and the surprise drug tests, and Cosima looking at her like she might break.)

The sight of Nat, the open door, both are a relief. Beth summons up a little smile as she steps in, her trademark wry snarkiness - wit was good for covering up all kinds of things. ) Shit, you really know how to make a girl feel special.

( Annnd her gym bag is tossed on the floor. )

kitty kate the great

[greatatboats]

[ one & two ]

kate

[girn]

[ one & two & three ]

[quivers]

[ It's their first night in New York — together. The move was a little weird to grasp for the first part of it since Kate was still unsure about the consequences or effects of having Derek here in a world he isn't meant to originally be a part of. Kate doesn't know a lick of science or magic technicalities, but she's done enough universe hopping to know it's usually a terrible idea.

But they survive the first day just fine, mostly passing the hours by shifting furniture and objects in her apartment. It isn't too much since Derek isn't typically someone with a lot of physical baggage, but even after about two years of sharing an apartment with Kate, she isn't used to someone actually living in her bedroom with her.

But not being used to something isn't the same as disliking. When night falls, Kate slides over Derek, her body only dressed in simple underwear, the heat of a New York summer and a broken air conditioner keeping the room fairly warm. ]

So I imagine this isn't like totally different from the New York you were in, right? Different verse, but same layout, I'm guessing.

[girn]

[ There are parts that are similar. The overall feel is the same, but then sometimes he reads things in the paper or just out in the city that has him realizing it's different. Superheroes are a thing. A thing talked about and referred to. It's not something just in comics or the fictional media like movies and television. It just is. But Derek doesn't have too much time to think about it because they got a move to worry about. Well, it's sort of a move. The things Derek does have were from Eudio. The only thing from his world were his clothes.

He wants to ask her how she's doing, but there's a secret part of him worried about the question. Or rather the answer. Derek has tried to be more open with Kate. Tried to wrangle answers and questions from himself. He knows he can be closed off to others, but he's tried hard not to let that happen with Kate. She usually gets the more verbal Derek, but maybe it's the move. His brain trying to catch up with everything that's happening all around him. Different world. Different rules. Especially concerning his kind.

But his brain does a little less thinking when she slides over him. Derek smiles up at her and focuses his attention directly on Kate. ] Basically. Layout is the same, but things about are different. But it's basically the same one I lived in with Laura. Same energy. Same noise level. But I like this one a little more. [ For obvious Kate shaped reasons. ]

allison. these are the worst prompts ever.

[girn]

[ one & two & three ]

[brav]

[ They'd been out here for hours. It was already late when they'd driven up to the corner of this parking lot, but now it was in the darkest hours, the clock on the car radio reading 3:17, a realization that had Allison sighing as she leaned back in her seat.

There'd been rumors of secret societal hunters having meeting in this warehouse, some sights reported just a few days prior. But when Allison and Derek had arranged their stakeout, they didn't account for the possibility of either false information or an arranged warning to the hunters about having people on their trail. Several hours into the plan, it's all clearly hit a dead end.

Allison almost says something about it, beginning to part her lips to speak the first word, but her eyes fall on Derek gazing out the window, still focusing his attention, ears probably working to try and catch distant voices. But with the appearance of his disappointment, she imagines that hadn't worked as planned.

He's attractive even in the darkness which has Allison rolling her eyes as the thoughts surface. There was new history here, a few nights of casual flings to recall, no commitment present — he definitely wasn't her boyfriend — but it wasn't something she liked to think about when her head was clear.

Probably was, her head wasn't very clear now.

Still gazing out, she sighs, loud enough to be taken notice, as she pinches the edges of her skirt, sliding it back along her thighs, exposing more skin. ] Pretty hot, in here, huh?

wandaaaa

[arcum]

[ one & two ]

[magija]

[ No one else knows she's here. At least that's the hope, considering the sort of scandal that could arise out of this information going public. There's a reason they never went into her room, knowing fully well of Vision's terrible habits of wall phasing. The interesting fact to that concept was that he only ever seemed to miraculously forget how to use the door when it came to Wanda's room.

At least Clint's room was safe, which is why she slips inside quietly, tiptoeing across the floor to find him laying in the center of the bed. ]

I hope you didn't get bored waiting. [ There's a smirk on her lips when she says it, knowing she'd left him with some intimate and very detailed text messages before she'd made her transfer to his room. Just something to keep him busy while she snuck across the floor.

Wearing a soft red robe over her body, Wanda removes the loose knot at her belly, undoing the robe's secure place around her. The fabric falls off her shoulder, leaving her standing, mostly naked, except for the tight underwear worn below.

With a smile, she crawls along the bed, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of him. ] Did you miss me these past nights?

surprise me yo

[recruited]

[ one & two & three ]

this was your gamble

[quivers]

[ There was one rule: don't have sex with Captain America.

Why? Because it's weird, that's why. Because the guy was supposed to be one of her wise mentors, despite the fact that she didn't really hesitate when it came to giving him an earful (though really, there are few who are ever spared of that privilege). Captain America gave her the name Hawkeye to begin with, sort of solidifying her path in this whole hero business. Sleeping with a guy like that would be insane.

But it's not like she can control sexual tension, especially not with the other Cap, the younger looking one with even nicer pecs and a stupidly charming smile. And he's the one who kissed her anyway. Or maybe she kissed him? Who the futz can keep track when she's got Steve Rogers' tongue in her mouth. ]

— bad idea. [ She mutters between a messy kiss, even though her nails are clutching at his neck, keeping him locked close, even though he has a thousand times the strength he does.

Whatever words she can manage to sputter out doesn't really matter. She's almost laughing as she nips hard at his lips, a hand sliding down to seek out the hem of his shirt, sneaking her fingers inside in order to get a cool feel of those muscles she's grown too mad about. Damn this man and his body, she thinks, for the thousandth time since she first got a good look at him ages ago.

Her wrist nudges the shirt up, urgency rising to get it off. ] Just FYI — we are not doing whatever this is with clothes on. You better get naked times a thousand in the next minute or I'll rip it all right off of you. Or, you know, at least show me the pecs.

[assholic]

one | two | three

[fogwells]

[ Somehow she'd stayed the night, to which he'll place the blame on the abundance of drinks they'd shared. Except it was still night, not sensing the usual crispness and heat from the morning sun. He could tell that darkness still filled his apartment even if his sight couldn't guide him on the fact. All that he knew was that she was there, draped along the couch right alongside him from when they'd both gradually dozed off during their tired conversations while seated here earlier.

Only now, he could tell that he wasn't the only one awake.

He could sense it in her heartbeats that she wasn't asleep, a part of him wondering if the bright billboard outside his window could be to blame. But his thoughts focused solely on her presence, on the warmth of her resting there so closely, himself rather surprised that she was allowing for it at all.

But Matt could be a courageous one, usually taking the riskier step when presented with options. Slowly, with continued silence, his fingers rise to rest upon her cheek, a soft caress left there before letting a thumb stroke at the edge of her lips — a silent request to be allowed to kiss her. ]

[shield]

one / two / three / four

( there’s no rhyme or reason here so dealer’s choice? eta FIXED IT)