#angrophobicscientist

[nerdybirdboy]

IMPORTANT

I hate doing this and I love all my muses, but I barely have energy to exist, so I'm going to put most of my muses on an unknown length hiatus (and I'm going to try and force myself to not activate them again no matter how much I'm missing them until I actually have energy for them, since it's not fair for them, me or you). I'm sorry about this and I know some of you might be disappointed, but I have to do this and it's not something I'm doing lightly.

WILL REMAIN ACTIVE

Francis @heroprogeny

Nathanael @goodheartedfool

Tim @nerdybirdboy

Yoyo @concertedlysuper

HIATUS

Barry @lovepoweredspeed

Bruce Banner @angrophobicscientist

Bruce Wayne @assortedsouls

Johnny @demondosha

Tony @hightechgenius

Once again, I'm sorry for doing this, but I really have to. I can't keep up with all these muses no matter how much I want to. Will and love is not enough this time.

[heroesandironmenmoves]

@angrophobicscientist“ You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.” (angrophobicscientist to Tony)

Tony looks over at his friend and shakes his head "All I need to be doing is getting the suit fixed after that last bad guy kicked the shit out of it Brucie Bear and I can't do that if I stop." He continues to put the parts back together until he can no longer deny that he's exhausted "I don't suppose that you have anything that you could give me to help me sleep do you Bruce? I have these awful nightmares that make it impossible to stay asleep for long."

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@angrophobicscientist​ liked this for a starter

“Bruce?” Wanda called as she knocked the door of the lab. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she peered around at all the screens and machines, most of them speaking a foreign language to her. “Are you here?” She called out again.

[thunderbringerarchived]

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[weaponizedembrace]

The House Guest || closed

@angrophobicscientist ❤️ed this starter call [open, but be patient if I haven’t written with you beofre bc my DMs aren’t working. Or send me your Disco?? Idek, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

Bucky didn’t want to be alone after his last mission ended so terribly. He’d been away from his friends for months after the second battle with Thanos, pouring himself into work that kept him busy and distracted from some of the pain he was left with in the aftermath. And he was saving people’s lives, using his skills to help other people get free of the people who held him captive so long. It was bloody work, though. Hydra doesn’t like when you steal their “help”.

Sharon understood the need for a break, at least, but he had a feeling that this time, more than the others, he was prone to spiraling. He needed to be with someone, and preferably someone who wasn’t gonna hassle him to be cheerful all the time, or to go out. Someone who didn’t mind quiet, even with company. He knew exactly who that was, and to be honest, he missed Bruce. A lot.

He packed Alpine in her carrier, loaded his car, and drove off. It would have been a nice long ride to New York from Indiana on his bike, but with the cat in tow, that wasn’t an option. He was a little road weary and in need of a cup off strong coffee by the time he knocked on Bruce’s door, cat carrier in hand, and he smiled when it opened. “Hey, stranger,” he says. “Thanks for lettin’ me come. I missed you, man,” he adds, stepping close to wrap Bruce in a tight one-armed hug.

[starkxsarcasm]

Send me a ☆ for my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours holding their hand after having been unconscious in the hospital for days. (Maybe after Endverse and Tony manage to survive? But any time works for me.)

Waking came slowly, like wadding through miles and miles of swampland and mud. He wasn’t even sure he was awake when he opened his eyes and found himself staring at a stark white ceiling with halogen lights blaring into his too-sensitive eyes. Everything felt heavy and distant, like he was trapped underwater.

Funny, he thought. I never would’ve pictured an afterlife with so much white. Then again, he wasn’t much for believing in an afterlife to begin with, but looks like he was proven wrong. But if that’s what this was, why did it hurt to move?

Slowly, agonizingly, he turned his head to the side and a blurred figure sat there. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get the person into focus. He opened his mouth to try and speak, but the only thing that came out was a hoarse rasp.

[mister-dxctxr]

@angrophobicscientist​ asked: ‘ any demons here? you got any demons out tonight? any horn-y boys or whatever they are. ’

          IT HAD BEEN TRUE THAT BRUCE WAS HIS BEST FRIEND,  and  even  closer  like  a  brother  ,  Stephen  respected  him  ,  trusted  him  and  wanted  only  the  best  for  him  ,  but  now... He  was  resisting  the  URGE  to  send  him  down  a  portal  .  The  man  was  CYNICAL  beyond  measure  and  sometimes  it  drove  the  Doctor  MAD  ,  however  he  shouldn't  have  expected  anything  else  when  he  invited  him  to  stay  in  the  Sanctum  ,  he  rarely  spent  a  day  without  being  MOCKED  over  some  relic  or  a  dimensional  door   .

      ❛❛  The  company  of  a  demon  is  far  more  merciful  than  yours. ❞    he  muttered  with  a  tired  sigh  .

[buchananbarnes1991]

❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞

Bucky scuffed, rolling his eyes. “Stealing back what was originally your property is not a crime. It’s just taking what is yours..now getting captured, that’s on you.” Commenting as he was already getting himself out of the restraints, surprised that their captors didn’t have security cameras in the room. 

[hcwardstcrk]

                            @angrophobicscientist​ asked:                                     “I’m here- I’m here, now”

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them. || Accepting!

He had been around for less than a month, and yet already he had been sought after, kicked in the shins, and kidnapped. Not everyone liked Howard Stark - it was true in the 40′s, and true in this day and age. It was just disappointing that even without revealing himself to the world, he had managed to gain the attention of several different entities that wanted to either kill him, or use him. He unfortunately, was not surprised - or unused to it all.

He had been in a room. A normal looking room. The first interrogations had became aggressive, and after Howard had continued to deny them of the knowledge they wanted, it turned into a fully fledged torture game. Howard was barely holding on by the time he was found; away from the table in the centre of the room and curled up in the corner. Even the sound of someone approaching made him tense. For while his will would still seem strong, it was hanging on by a THREAD.

Howard was no soldier. He was a scientist. He was no assassin; he was a civilian. Lasting a week - hell, even two days - of what he went through, was impressive enough.

“You’re new.”

New, with words that meant to comfort?

“If this is a rescue mission, you are way out of your depth. Hell, if you’re one of them, you’re also out of your depth; you look like a high school professor.” He was going to get hurt whether he liked it or not, so a hand, with a wiggly finger approached Bruce’s glasses as he gave a weak, almost patronising grin.

[nitwng]

@angrophobicscientist asked: “ Why are you looking at me like that? ” 

             ❝ Sorry,sir. I didn't mean to stare !! ❞ He apologizes immediately with a light bow of his head before jumping down from where he stood to face the other.Nightwing was merely out on patrol and this man caught his attention, as he walked so slowly in the shadows, Grayson feared he might COLLAPSE or something,he didn't look well at all.❝ It might be none of my business, but— you look tired.I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to pass out.are you okey ??  Is there anything I can help with ?? ❞ 

[guardian-rocket]

@angrophobicscientist

The war on Thanos lasted only minutes, and Rocket’s mind whirled endlessly at how many ways it was his fault.  He saw Groot, who he raised from a splint turn to ash, he saw half of the heroes around him turn to ash-- even that guy with the cool metal arm.  Those who lived had a heavy helping of survivor’s guilt-- and Thanos got away.  He had no idea who remained of his team.  He hadn’t made contact with Quill or the others and he was worried that he might wind up being stuck on Earth longer than he anticipated.

Thor survived but hadn’t really been of any consolation, and Rocket found himself in his own state of helpless depression in a way he never felt.  The closest he could compare it to was losing Groot, the old Groot, the first time-- but it was different because they won the war on Xandar, and he had the Guardians to support him through the loss.  Losing Yondu was hard, but again, they won the battle with Ego and there was closure.  Here, there was nothing but stark failure.  What is there when everyone lost?  Every single person lost someone important from the snap.  Everyone was hurting, and when everyone is hurting it was extremely hard to find any sort of support... 

With his ship on Nidavellir he had no way of getting off Earth until Thor took him back or one of his teammates found him, and Thor didn’t want to go back anywhere, he insisted that they went to the Avengers Headquarters, which was some sort of heroic team clubhouse or something-- but it had a lab with fairly high-tech tools that Rocket was making himself at home in.  He was seated at a desk, his chair had a booster seat to get him high enough to type on the holo-projected keyboard.

“Hey Quill-- if you hear this please transmit back,” he said into a device he through together.  “Quill, are you there?”

He would pause a good while between speaking into it, repeating those words over and over.  His anxiety over what could have happened was tormenting him.  He tried to distract himself by working on a computer on some other sort of project that seemed to have some sort of galaxy range radar going on, analyzing data that he was gathering through their satellite system.  All it really did was giving him one more thing to worry about: finding Thanos.

A human walked in on him-- but he didn’t stop what he was doing.  There had been many humans who came into the lab, mostly they’d just ask what he was doing.  No one on Earth seemed to have any faith that his scanning for extreme energy flares was going to be any help.  He still kept at it.  He hadn’t had a decent sleep in days after the battle.  Desperation was in his voice.

“Quill, please return transmission!” he pleaded to his device.  He was so obviously downtrodden, but that was nothing unique.  

[thewonderingsorceress]

From here x @angrophobicscientist

THEWONDERINGSORCERESS  -“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.”

Bruce looked up from the pad, his gaze widening when he noticed the state she was in. Before she could finish talking, he had already put down the pad and rushed to her side. Ignoring the fact that he got bloody, he caught her, trying to be gentle as he lowered her to the floor. Sure a bed or a couch would’ve been more comfortable, but he didn’t want to move her too much before he had assessed her injuries.

“Shit,” he swore under his breath as his gaze wandered over her body. “Ella, can you hear me? What happened?” Were there internal injuries or was she lucky enough to ‘only’ have caught external ones? He certainly hoped it was the latter.

Ella’s mind was a swimming mess right now, she was in survival mode, she had no time for pleasantries or worrying if she’d ruin someone's night. She needed someone who could help her before she bled out and that was going to be soon since she couldn’t do much right now, without her powers thanks to the inhibitor. She’d manage to get into Bruce’s house, and crack a joke, but she must have been running on more adrenaline than she though because as she finished she felt she was about to pass out and said as much- before promptly everything went black. 

Ella thought she heard someone call her name and she tried to open her eyes, but she just couldn’t, everything started to feel cold and the pain was over taking her body. She struggled, unable to contain any moans of pain as she moved her fingers to her neck, pry off the device that was stopping her powers, which could start helping her heal. “H-btor, h-bitor” She’d move a slowly down to her shoulder “Sh--ot”. Move to her stomach, “z-wrd”. There was another gun shot wound on her leg but she’d used all her energy and ability to tolerate the pain, still not even managing to open her eyes she start to let the darkness consume her again. 

[asgardianborn]

My Bruce is 5'10 (like in the comics)

send me your muses height and I’ll compare them!! // accepting

thor 6′8″: left, bruce 5′10″: right

that sure is a big thunder man

@angrophobicscientist

[endurraesa]

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“I can appreciate the concern, Bruce,” he spoke quietly, still drained from the fight but alive at least, “but I’m immune to infection and I don’t require food to live.  Your efforts are wasted on a god among plenty of mortals that could use your help more.”

[trickshxt]

for @angrophobicscientist​!

He’s unsure who is more surprised: himself or the man he only knows from afar. His hand hovers over the door knob. Nose wrinkling a bit in thought and unease. (Already he’d been skeptical about coming here at all; but Clint had insisted and in the interest of mending fences, well, here he was.) “Sorry, supposed t’ meet...someone around here.”

[weaponizedembrace]

❝  my faith in humanity will never restore and this one of the many reasons why  .  ❞

mess of discord quotes starters [accepting]

Steve’s eyebrows lift and he takes a moment to decide how to answer that before finally saying, “That’s a little dramatic just because I accidentally bought decaf.” Not that he wasn’t a little cranky about that himself.