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shapshiftr‌:

“Okay, I never thought I was stupid but I just spent 10 minutes looking for my phone when it was in my hand. So I’m beginning to rethink that”

“You wouldn’t be the first person to do that,” Natasha shrugged. “Ask nearly anyone, they’ll probably have done the same thing at least once.”

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icedeira‌:

“Of having my private thoughts invaded by people I don’t know? But who wouldn’t love that,” she replied, sarcasm coating her words. At the agreement of irritation, Eira snorted, a small smile tugging her lips. Easy to miss, but there nonetheless. “Better yet, they let me go back home to Asgard.”

“I know, right?” Natasha smirked, her tone mirroring the same sarcasm. “Having people poke into your mind is second only to going to the dentist.” Her brow furrowed slightly at Eira’s other words, a slight curiosity creeping into her expression. “Why won’t they let you?”

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thebcdpreacher‌:

Lighting a candle in the church was meant as a guiding light, something to help those that have passed find their way to God’s light. If God still left the lights on, when he went around the world on whatever sight seeing bullshit he’d left for. No reason to share those thoughts, of course, not wanting to test anyone’s faith. Sides, who would believe him? He’d sound raving mad. “For anyone in particular?” He asks, same gentleness in that southern drawl.

“That I am; do you come to the church often?” Jesse asks, curious. Mostly, it’s just been regular church goers that have been noticing the new Preacher off the bat, but he isn’t ignorant enough to think they’ll be the only ones to notice. Place like this, where heroes and villains could both send their kids?

Yeah. Jesse would be an idiot to expect no one to notice.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, always wary about giving anyone too much information about herself. Her personal life was hardly her favourite topic of conversation, but she supposed her reason for being there was standard enough, and with a bit of luck the type that wouldn’t invite too many imposing questions. “My parents.” A simple answer, accompanied by a small, sombre smile. 

His next question was greeted with a soft, wry chuckle and a shake of her head. “No, I’m afraid not,” she admitted. “It’s not exactly something I was brought up with.” She had been taught about a number of different religious practices from a range of different faiths, but never actually practiced any. The candles she lit for her parents were as close as she had ever got. 

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icedeira‌:

“Fucking telepaths,” Eira muttered under her breath, the poor freshman she’d just snapped at spring down the hall. If you didn’t want to be verbally assaulted, maybe try not snooping in other people’s heads. Watching the kid disappear around the corner, she turned around just in time to run into someone coming the opposite direction. “I swear, all it takes is one more thing and I’m canceling today.”

"Not a fan?” Natasha chuckled, having overheard as she approached. “And there I was thinking I was the only one who didn’t like having people intrude into my mind.” Her tone was wry as she spoke, making it clear she was joking. “I’ve had those days. Sometimes it would just be nice to go back to bed and hide under the covers, block out the outside world.” 

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shiftinganger‌:

Her posture was stiff, and she held the posters close to her chest. She nearly rolled her eyes. The fliers didn’t matter. Maybe they never mattered if ‘anti-mutant violence’ was still the police’s first thought when young lacrosse stars who happened to be mutants were hospitalized. No, fliers that people barely looked at than tossed in the trash or ripped down from where she hung him didn’t matter. They couldn’t make a difference. At the mention of food, she rolled her eyes. Her energy, frazzled and vaguely nervous even in her anger, left her barely hungry at all. “Look, neither of us are talk about our feelings type of people. Let’s just skip it.”

That was true, and Natasha wasn’t even going to try and deny it. Talking about feelings wasn’t something she liked, quite the opposite in fact, and she would usually do everything she could to avoid it. This was Bucky’s girl, though, and she felt a sense of responsibility towards the children of her friends. “Well then, how about we just find a cafe and get some food?” Natasha suggested. She wasn’t going to give up on trying to encourage Helena to talk, but more importantly than that she wanted to make sure the girl was alright.

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thebcdpreacher‌:

New town, new church, and a whole slew of new trouble to get into. Really, what Cass saw in this town was beyond Jesse, but he had faith in his friend, and faith in their journey to find God. If Cass believed there were hints here, they’d find them. Together.

But until then, this church would be Jesse’s to care for, and it’s parishers his herd to guide. There was bad here, as there was in Annvile, and the children of many bad people as well. What with the wave of crime, the shooting not so long ago, perhaps what the town of Paragon needs is a Preacher.

Jesse studied his new church, taking in the humble but well kept statues, windows, and walls. The cross behind his pulpit was lovely, white with gilded gold edges, a color palette to fit the Lord.

Unlike the palette of his past, crimsons and blacks, the blues of fresh bruises.

Footsteps behind him, echoing in the quiet, peaceful air, down the pews. “Hello,” Jesse greets easily, turning with a smile. “Welcome to Saint Anselms, how can I help today?”

Church wasn’t really somewhere Natasha tended to frequent. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in a higher power exactly, though she did remain somewhat sceptical, but her past was hardly in keeping with any religion. There were rare occasions however when she did find herself there, drawn by what she could only explain as a desire to feel closer to the parents she never knew. It was ridiculous, she knew, and perhaps that was why she never told anyone else. Not that she really needed to considering she lived alone; her cat Liho hardly needed an explanation as to why she was late home. 

That day was one of those days, and she was almost lost in thought as she walked down the aisle, planning to simply light a candle as she usually did and then leave again. The man’s voice caught her attention, however, and she turned, offering him a small and somewhat curious smile. “I’m just here to light a candle,” she explained. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before. You’re the new Preacher, I take it?”

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blcodxs-thicker‌:

“Something tells me you weren’t actually coming over here to offer me a million dollars.” He said as he finally looked up from his notes. “I’m sure charity will make better use of it than me. I wouldn’t even know what to do with that kind of money.” Knowing him, he wouldn’t spend any of it on himself.

“Sorry to disappoint,” she chuckled. “SHIELD might pay well, but it doesn’t pay that well, and I didn’t marry Tony or some other billionaire.” Not that she really cared about money, anyway, at least not in the way a lot of others did. “Neither would I, honestly. It’s an awful lot of money.”

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heroedhawk‌:

“no, no. don’t apologise. you feel what you feel, and that’s important, tasha. don’t try and squash down your feelings because you think it’s– gross or whatever.” clint knew the assassin probably had a much harsher opinion than gross, but it was just a nicer way to put it, and hopefully made the whole thing feel more approachable. whilst the redhead opposite him was quite a tough nut to crack, it was always important to him that she expressed her thoughts, even if he was really awkward in return. “i think you might have to try and broaden your horizons a little bit.” he offered, though it probably wasn’t super helpful. “i don’t know, i’m mainly dealing with ava’s mess, still. she’s getting better, but it’s still… you know. ava.”

Half a smile cracked at one corner of her lips. “Thanks.” The word was uttered in a quieter tone than her usual one, the softness of it making it clear how much she meant it. Even after so many years, having a friend like him by her side, knowing that he understood things she could never explain to others, meant more to her than she could say. “Maybe. We’ll see.” In truth, she wasn’t going to hold out much hope. “At least I’ve got Liho, right?” The little black cat was company enough, she told herself. “Yeah, I know. It’s good that she’s getting better at least, though. You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, right?”

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blcodxs-thicker‌:

Kurt was sitting in the library yet again at a table littered with opened books, sloppy notes, his laptop, and several empty cans of Red Bull. He had been spending almost all of his time here ever since the gas leak, obsessively trying to get some answers. His exhausted eyes were blankly staring down at his notes when he heard someone approach him. “Chances are I’m way too sleep deprived to help you out with whatever you want. So unless you’re getting me an ungodly amount of coffee, the answer is no.”

“Oh, so you don’t want a million dollars then?” Natasha joked, a smirk playing at her lips as she slid into the free seat beside him. It had been a while since she’d seen Steve’s boy, and though she hadn’t intended on seeking him out, she couldn’t resist saying a quick hello when she’d seen him in the library. “Not a problem, I’ll just give it to charity or something.” 

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gxbbykxnnxy‌:

“That’s reassuring to hear. Everyone I’ve talked to makes it sound like there is no hope for any of us and that everything is going to to shit. It just seems so down here and I always thought school was suppose to be this fun thing like in the movies.”

“I think you just arrived at a bad time,” she shrugged, a slight chuckle in her voice. “The students here usually seem to find some way to have some fun, whether it’s school organised or something they come up with themselves.”

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shiftinganger‌:

Helena hated when people were worried about her, almost always had. She tried to seem like she was fine, like she was always fine and that anger was the only thing that bothered her. “I’m fine. Peachy, even.” Her tone, shaky as it was, did little to convince. “Just want to hang up these stupid fliers already.” In the very least, it was something to do. “Maybe get some of the idiots that go here to shut up for once.” The excuse came to her easily enough, at least. These days, she always seemed to be shoving fliers into the hands of people who could not care less about whatever facts and rhetoric she put on the flier. 

A brow arched, her expression making it clear exactly how convinced she was, or rather wasn’t. Still, she nodded. “I see.” Her eyes stayed on the girl for a moment, almost studying her, before she continued. “Well, how about I help you hang up the fliers, and you can tell me what’s really bothering you?” It wasn’t often that Natasha would push people, wanting to afford others the same privacy she wanted, but there were exceptions, the children of her friends being one of them. “Or we could go find a cafe and you can tell me over food?”

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gxbbykxnnxy‌:

“I heard that alot of things have happen here. I’m just wondering if its safe for my friend Jonathan or not. They can take care of themselves but I’m asking for the safety of other people too.”

“I think most people around here can take care of themselves,” Natasha shrugged. “And the faculty try our best to keep everyone as safe as possible.” Which was easier said than done sometimes, especially over the past year. “I think it’s as safe as any place can be when you’ve got the kinds of people we have here all in one place.”

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ava-bartcn‌:

ava was silent as she listened to natasha’s words, taking in each statement. there’s weight behind those words, she knows. Ava doesn’t know all the details of Natasha’s life, but she’s no fool in thinking that it’s been easy. for a moment, she feels comfort. she’s not the only one that has been stuck in the trap of taking orders, and that is comforting. despite the comfort, Ava doesn’t feel like she deserves it, in the slightest. she lets out a long sigh.

“I’m a grunt, aunt Nat. That’s all I am. It’s all I know how to be,” which is true in a sense. all her adult life was spent taking orders and following instructions, but it’s not as if she’s incapable of taking charge. still, the state Ava Barton finds herself in now, that’s not even a possibility. she looks at Natasha with a level of helplessness that she is not used to showing, “I don’t know how to be anything else.”

“Hey,” she shook her head firmly, eyes fixed on Ava’s in the hopes of making sure the girl knew how serious she was. “You are so much more than a grunt. Maybe you haven’t figured out how to be anything else yet, but I promise you that you will.” It would take time, yes, but Natasha had no doubt that Ava would manage, and she’d do everything she could to help her.

“You know, before your dad found me, I was pretty much a grunt myself. A weapon wielded in whatever way the person in charge wanted.” It wasn’t something she liked talking about, but given the circumstances she felt that she had to, if only so that Ava would know that she understood, and that her past didn’t have to shape her future. “If I can figure it out, then you sure as hell can, too.”

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heroedhawk‌: 

nodding in agreement, he had to admit that he could see why that would be more frustrating than anything else – being close enough that somebody would want to sleep with you but not take you seriously would be disheartening, particularly if that was something natasha specifically wanted. he was at least glad that she was happy to talk to him about the things she felt, because natasha keeping herself on the dark ( even if it was on something so simple as her love life ) wasn’t something clint wanted to see. “i think if you move in the right circles, people would understand the assassin gig.”

“Mm, I don’t know,” she shrugged. “The trouble is, the kind of people that would understand aren’t necessarily the right people either. They’re people who are the same, or at least similar, so the chances of trusting anyone enough to have something real would be slim.” Her lips twisted thoughtfully for a moment as she lapsed into silence, gaze dropping to the floor. Then she forced a smile, looking back up to Clint. “Sorry. I don’t know what’s brought this on tonight. Just ignore me.” Her lack of a love life bothered her from time to time, especially when she saw her friends happy in relationships, but she was usually careful to not let on. “How’ve you been, anyway?”

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heroedhawk‌:

‘ no one’s ever liked me like that. ’ // @notallthingstoallpeople !!

clint wasn’t great at these conversations. he had thought they were difficult when he gave them to his children when they were young and having their first crushes, and hell, he was a grown ass man and couldn’t have this conversation with himself. still. and he’d been married. and it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to talk to natasha about these things, because if she wanted to talk things out, he wasn’t going to say no – but that didn’t mean he’d be good at it. “come on, tasha. you don’t think anyone has? ever? it’s gonna happen.”

She didn’t know why she was suddenly talking that way, so often such things were played closer to the vest, carefully masked and hidden behind the walls she had built up around herself. Admittedly those walls had always been lower around Clint, but for them to be so completely non-existent was still a rarity, and one she was inclined to blame on the bottle of vodka she’d been slowly making her way through over the course of the evening. “What people like is the ‘sexy little redhead’,” she chuckled wryly, repeating words she had heard only too often. “They don’t like the assassin with a ledger full of red.”

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nvthawkguy‌:

“During the next Hawkeye team up, I’ll see what I can do to get him falling into a pool on video. Maybe my bad luck will carry over.” Kate said. A smile on her face, she nodded before saying, “Can’t believe I forgot my aim, that’s my thing. Let’s not tell Barton about this lapse in memory. I’d never live it down.”

“If you need any help, let me know!” Natasha laughed. “And even if you don’t, at least let me see that video. I’ll pay you for it!” And then proceed to tease Clint about it for a good while, no doubt. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure we’d be able to think of a fair few things he’s done and lord those over him until he dropped it!”

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bctvnist‌:

“Okay, bye!” Estela said before hanging up the phone. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “I’m an adult, and phone calls are still terrible.”

“Yeah, I’ve never really been a fan of them, either,” Natasha shrugged. “I don’t know what it is about them.”