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[waketothefirearchived]

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They were so hungry. Eddie promised that they could eat the bad guys once in awhile. And he held up on that bargain. At first it was one or two people a month. And then a few more. Now, they were up to two meals a week. Eddie felt the same hunger for something living that Venom did. No matter how much they stuffed their face, it didn’t take away the ravenous feeling until they devoured something alive. 

Their image was splattered all over the news at first, everyone trying to figure out what they were. But then the hyped died down and they were safer to come further out of the shadows. They never touched anyone big and stuck with common criminals. Robbers were off limits, but rapists were their most common meal.

Saliva dripped from between their fangs, tongue curling as they tasted the air. Blood had been spilled nearby, the scent drawing them closer as they avoided the street lights. Food. So hungry.

[loki-god-of-menace]

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“What are the Norns, or the universe, or whatever higher power chose us for this life, attempting to communicate by making strong, golden-haired, blue eyed hot-heads for us to watch over?” Loki remarked from some more sequestered corner, his shoulder jammed against the wall. He did not look sullen as much as he appeared enigmatically irritated.

“I object.”

But he objected to many things the Norns had decreed for his life up to this point, and they had not seen fit to listen to him yet.

[shesnipes-archive]

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“I can’t decide if that’s a real spider up there, or if it’s part of the decorations?” 

“It hasn’t moved yet, so...”

[sccrltfcmes]

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“Will you just trust me, date night in my room will soon make  perfect sense” she says smirking as she pulls him towards  her door. She had worked all day on this, getting lights and stealing  pillows from every room she could get in to, blankets too.      She opens the door and let’s out a small sound of triumph as she      shows him her fort;”it’s a blanket fort...I put in lights and it feels just        like a big cozy tent! And I got this” she says showing him Steve’s tablet          that she had borrowed;”we can watch a movie, eat sweets and just...            pretend the outside world doesn't exist” 

[vi-brain-ium-a-blog]

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While Shuri wanted nothing more than for her newest patient to adjust to things on his own terms, she knew that she needed to monitor his progress. She’d never attempted anything like that before, and while she was certain that H.Y.D.R.A.’s hold on his brain was over, that didn’t mean that they were finished. So many of the neurological triggers were connected to core memories - what made James James - and she was determined to make sure that he didn’t come out of the procedure as a completely clean slate, void of both the bad and the good. 

She wasn’t exactly sure how to approach him, though - while she had been inside his brain and seen much more than anybody would ever see, she still wasn’t completely familiar with him. He had been unconscious during most of the time that they spent together, whether it be in the cryo chamber or on the operating table. 

Walking over to the hut that she had persuaded her people to give him (while she loved guests in her lab, she didn’t think that allowing him to live there while she worked into the late hours of the night was a good idea), she stopped outside of the archway and knocked on the stone wall. “I hope I am not waking you,” she said, even though it was almost the afternoon. “-may I come in?”

[the-bctman]

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The Bat had been tracking the fabled Winter Soldier for months, ever since the fall of SHIELD. He was lucky to catch any, and everything regarding his own identity before Natasha leaked them. He was lucky they had a history. 

The signs pointed to Barnes hiding out in the Narrows, and he had set up round the clock surveillance by his drones. Tonight was the night he’d find him. Tonight was the night he’d save the man who helped cause the fall of HYDRA.

[embracemortality]

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Adam felt as his days were numbered, ever since word of his existence made it to the newly founded SHIELD (free from Hydra’s clutches) and the Avengers. He and the Soldier were laying low, any idea of running was out of the picture. He knew it was only a matter of time that SHIELD will be kicking his door down to take him in, a flare of fear settled in his stomach at the thought of being chained, questioned and eventually put down. flickers of memories, of Hydra’s cruel medical lab where they would reprogram Adam to their desires.  

The Soldier was not pleased at the memories and he tried to push to the surface but Adam would not allow him to, things would only go worse if the Solider made it’s presence. “No, I’m not fighting, I’m not going to fight...” he mumbled to himself as he sat in the darkness of his apartment, he could hear the drip drip of water from the kitchen sink he hadn’t been able to fix. 

Suddenly his fight or flight sense kicked into overdrive and he snapped his eyes up to a dark corner, was he so out of shape he couldn’t tell when the other entered. Yet, he wasn’t surprised, it was the former Winter Soldier, the original, the first one. He felt the Soldier let out a low growl and he hunched his shoulders to look non-threatening. 

“You’re here for me, aren’t you?” he called out, his voice a mixture of the Soldier’s coldness and his own fear. “I don’t want to die, but  I don’t want to run anymore...” 

[mysticwtch]

❛  i’m  thinking.  let  me  process  zhis  ❜  //   @assetforced  + sc.

[ofwarbondsarchive-blog]

|| Freedom is a State of Mind

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Steve is beginning to sound -- and feel -- like a very broken, and unmistakably annoyed record. The blonde folds skinny arms across his equally thin chest, chin tipped up to glare defiantly into his father’s less-than-impressed face, and all but stamps his foot like a petulant child. Another day, another argument regarding whether or not a security detail is truly necessary for Steve to travel ‘safely’ to and from university. Steve is inclined to say ‘no’; his parents, however, tend to disagree with this assessment.

He looks imploringly to his mother for assistance, knowing within his heart that she will turn a blind eye to the situation (as she always does), but still clinging to that small sliver of hope that today will be the day she finally takes his side. As the woman pointedly averts her gaze to a spot on the wall just beside of her son’s face, Steve is struck by just how truly conflicting it is, to be both right and wrong at the same time.

“Alright, fine.” The words are spat with as much venomous contempt as the twenty-four year old can muster. Given their most recent conversation, he has plenty to spare. “Well? Bring ‘em out. I want to see the latest muscle head you managed to scam into taking this job with that bottomless bank account of yours.” 

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[wallcravvler]

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“That’s your going-into-action voice,” Peter turned to look at the older man as he kept his eyes peeled for any form of threat, his spider-sense wasn’t tingling so that wasn’t reassuring at all... Or it could be, he didn’t know yet. “Everything okay?”

[loki-god-of-menace]

this is no place to die .

He had nearly died in far worse places.

That was hardly the thought that should have come to him in the current situation, but Loki was almost hilariously, feverishly delirious. Barnes’ voice was muddied and consciousness kept sliding in and then blinking away when he became just lucid enough to feel the pain.

It was not an ache. It was nothing quite like he had felt before, but neither Thanos nor his lackey’s had ever had reason to break his neck prior to now. He had always been too useful alive, even while he had been little more than a ruined rack of tortured flesh.

He had become inconvenient; he had become their enemy.

Loki managed little more than a choked noise as Barnes tried to help him to his feet. The bruising wreathing his collar bone was ugly, the cant of his head was wrong. It was only when the agony slammed in that his body seized, his legs gave, and he made his best impression of a scream.

He did not want to die, but this seemed as good a place as any.

[diversiformheros-archive]

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Blue eyes are shining as bright as the smile on her lips as she peers over the crowd of people they are making their way through. Although the goddess has been a part of man's world for a century there is a lot that she never tried to come acustomed to, the whole fall celebration was always lost to her besides the admiration of the leaves changing. 

Though they are wrapping up a mission she can’t help but get distracted by the sight of a pair of children getting excited as their father places a few, what were they called, jack-o-lanterns? on their front steps. “What is the purpose of cutting faces into the pumpkins?” She gestures to the jack-o-lanterns as they pass by. “I don’t understand, it’s a waste to let them rot on the steps like that, is it not?”

[webhaed]

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they’ll be fine :’D just don’t shake them around like a fish in a bag.

I’M FUCKING CRYING

[ivoryribcage]

Sadness Comes With Spring

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There was something to be said about not understanding the true worth of the little pleasures until such pleasures were gone. It’d been countless months since the world had spiralled into the panic of abated silence, and she almost couldn’t remember how it had felt to peruse much-loved novels at her leisure in bustling cafes. Did she the miss the gentle, audible ambience of people? She thought so. But she could no longer picture herself reading in a place that wasn’t near the stream’s shore -- its bubbling waters a barrier to the crisp turning of pages -- or the comfortable nest of the sound-proofed bedroom she shared with her fiancé. She paused to listen for a sound that might not belong, a page corner of the almanac’s planting calendar pinched between her fingers. 

But the bright warm afternoon brought no reason for concern. She waited a moment longer then returned her attention to the almanac sat in her lap. Ozias, as was commonplace for him, had been reluctant to allow her an entire three hours from his sights. But he had almost no merit in terms of gardening and a pressing need for a sustainable food source afforded them little time to waste. Nor did she trust herself to follow him on his scavenging trips into the once more populated regions of their home, and though her replanted garden had begun to yield viable crops it made her feel better preparing other options such as the plot of land near the stream. 

Ozias couldn’t promise whether or not the sparse resources at their disposal -- cultivated and gathered -- would be enough to see them through. Or rather, she supposed, the very much viable fear of losing her made it difficult to accept the chances to her life that had to be taken. Veata understood. But emotion had no influence on circumstance. She traced with her finger a line of text noting potential autumn harvests. Root plants were some of the simplest to manage. Berries and the like, on the other hand, would require more time. She glanced to the line of sproutlings near her feet. Each shade of green that colored them looked to be healthy, but the size of a select few worried the dark-haired woman. No matter how much she researched, it didn’t measure against experience.

Her attention turned further south and to the bubbling stream. On its opposite shore near the once well-travelled bridge she watched the familiar almost stranger. So it seemed that he too had survived the second winter. Veata felt a slight softness unravel inside her chest. Good. She waited for his head to turn in her direction then raised one hand to sign a simple greeting. ( Hello. ) People were perhaps the scarcest resource. She couldn’t hope to count the number that had been lost in the first months, but then as time had marched on the losses had continued despite their best efforts. Not James though.

( It’s good to see you again. ) She remembered their first happenstance encounter as one fraught with guarded wariness. The saving grace of a world immersed in silence had been its forcible prevention of violence among its survivors. But there’d been no reason either to assume the good faith of strangers. James had been much the same in that regard, and for a time they’d been no more than an occasional passing presence in the other’s life. It’d gotten better. Sometimes she had enough to trade for valuable information or goods that Ozias had more trouble procuring. She’d worried, after the first month of spring had passed, that he hadn’t survived.  ( Come look. There are sprouts. )

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❛ You don’t miss much, do you? ❜

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He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the other. Now, Dum Dum wasn’t necessarily the brightest man in the world, but he definitely wasn’t born yesterday. He was more than capable of catching some of the subtleties in other people’s actions. And in all honesty? Well. While James Barnes might be a decently subtle sort of man…his buddy? Jesus Christ. Dugan had never seen a guy more blatantly obvious. It was almost embarrassing.

“Not really. Did I miss you and the good Captain having a lively conversation? A bit difficult to do.” Argument more likely, but at least the idiots had the sense not to broadcast that fact with their voices. Bad enough that Dugan had caught on. But really, it was difficult not to notice, considering how squirrely the good captain had gotten. Not to mention the stomping around and the way that two assholes that usually spent a great deal of time together were avoiding each other.

It didn’t take a genius like Howard to figure that one out. Dugan shook his head, reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. When he was faced with a conversation that he didn’t enjoy, or at least irked him, he was more inclined to smoking. But then…he was more inclined to smoke in general now, so perhaps it was just the time for another damn cigarette. If he had to continue to watch two leading members of the team squabble…well then he deserved several dozen.

“Are mom and dad going to make up already, or do I have to go find a new job?” Dugan finally asked, turning to face Sarge as he lit his cigarette. “Can’t plan the next Hydra party if you two don’t get it together. Don’t gotta spell it out for ya here do I Sarge?” He inhaled a delightful breath and let out the smoke with a sigh. “Maybe I do. Alright. If the two highest rankin’ officers of the Commandos are on the outs, this team will cease to function. Can’t let it get so…personal. There’s a war on…apparently.”

[wecunningfew]

@assetforced || Bucky/Wanda

Everywhere around her, people went about their day as if TODAY held nothing special. Arms wrapped around slender frame and Wanda took a deep breath as she entered the PARK. It had been a short walk - but she couldn’t breath all the same. Lungs BURNED and eyes STUNG as if she had just ran a marathon in the dead of winter. 

Shaky legs brought her to a near by BENCH and there she sat - for how long? The witch didn’t know. But eyes STARED blankly ahead as hands idly FUSSED with the ring upon her middle finger. HE had given to her, on this day many years ago. PROBABLY stolen, but she loved it all the same. And now it seemed like it was all she had left. Nothing but a MEMORY.