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[lluvvsilly]

Deadly combo of a pretty face and a cocky personality.

[dr-stephan-strange]

looks like this is where the multiverse is deciding to crash open. Wonderful. Now I have to have a job here too.

[mysister-isstillaposer]

Hello Lena!

— @moongirlwidow

hello little widow

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

With the one little tie-in story from the Thor Corps book out of the way, we can finish this large run of GotG books.

[merrymarvelite]

Cover of the Day: Daredevil #138 (October, 1976) Art by Gene Colan and Tom Palmer

[shamlesspandanerd]

[sneakymystique]

Newly revealed never seen before photos of Rebecca Romijn from X-Men 2000

[naoa-ao3]

Instrument of War

Frank Castle is old now and the streets of New York know when to be afraid. Petty criminals and the scum that run the streets know.

The crunch of his boots and the clink of his casings hitting the dirty pavements have become as regular as church bells but there's always more to clean up. The city's never clean and as the years roll past he wonders what will become of it after he's dead.

Men like him don't usually live this long.

Vietnam and all the shit before and all the shit after. . . men with his kind of anger and his kind of temper. . . but somehow he's still here. Everyone else is dead but he's still here and so each night he goes out and tries to reclaim a bit of the streets, tries to right the wrongs that have already passed.

He see's visions when he closes his eyes.

His wife.

HIs children.

Burned villages and dead men.

Blood on the streets and stars pinned to chests when they should be in the sky.

He's always been angry but he'd been normal once.

He'd had parents and some vague idea of what his life was supposed to be like.

The streets here are rotten though, the people unfriendly. They don't want to be saved and maybe they shouldn't be.

He'd once tried to be a priest.

Maybe if he'd stayed with it he could have saved someone but it hadn't been in him and he hadn't stayed.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

He unloads half a clip into a rapist and knows why he couldn't be a priest.

There are people that think the death penalty is wrong, people that want due process and a jury made of peers but he's looking at the woman on the ground, eyes wide and shocked, blood that isn't hers splattered across her face and blouse. Those people don't think about her.

She's blinking like she can't make out what she's looking at as she stares at him.

Where there is hatred let me sow love.

Only when he holds out a hand she screams and slaps it away. "Don't touch me!" She shouts, kicking backwards away from the dead body between them. "Don't fucking touch me! Help!"

He let's his hand fall.

Where there is offense, let me bring pardon.

"You should get to a hospital." He say's.

White fingers claw at her face, smearing her would be rapist's blood. "What have you done?" She chokes.

Relieved the streets of one less piece of shit.

"Oh God what have you done?" She has red stains over her face now, across her lips and cheeks.

Where there is discord, let me bring union.

She's in shock.

He doesn't blame her and so he leaves her there, not trying to save anyone. Just trying to make the streets better. Just trying to leave the world a little less shitty than when he came into it.

Where there is error, let me bring truth.

He stops at a pay phone and calls an ambulance.

They'll take care of her.

He hangs up when they ask for his name and walks on.

The rapist wasn't on his agenda but he always has room for one more and tonight he has a meeting.

A mob boss, lower level- ambitious but not important will be celebrating his birthday at a local pizzeria.

It's a front but it makes a good pie.

He might not have given two shits about such a low level but the bastard is ambitious and he has potential in spades. He'll do a lot worse than he already has and he already isn't innocent.

Twenty-three and he's had four men killed.

Where there is doubt, let me bring-

What does a city like this believe in any more? Gleaming glass and steal and dirty pavements. . .

He doesn't pretend he's saving anyone.

This is revenge and that's all it's ever been.

Where there is despair, let me bring-

He can't remember the words. Faith, hope, light, joy. . . he can't remember the words any more. They've fallen behind him like all of the bullet casings he leaves behind. Scattered and lost. Down alleyways and into storm drains and sewers.

Where there is darkness, let me bring -

Let me bring what?

He spots the mob boss from a roof top across the street, from a roof top across the street on his belly through the lens of a two year old scope.

The smug little fucker is laughing with someone.

Four men dead and he's laughing and eating like anyone else.

Where there is sadness-

Frank squeezes the trigger and the man drops, face first onto the table, shot straight through the chest.

The other men shout and Frank can't imagine pardon or understanding for them. Twenty-three years old and he'd made his choice.

He doesn't believe in rehabilitation.

Not in this city.

Not in this life time.

He packs up while they're scurrying around and is gone before they reach his roof. There will be no pardon tonight, not for any of them.

Frank's bones hurt more and more from this, his body doesn't like getting down on the ground any more.

He wonders how many years of this he has left.

How long until his vision and hearing and reflexes go and he's just another face, withered in a nursing home?

The dawn is coming and so he heads home, hearing some song he hasn't in decades and thinking of a time when people pushed flowers down the barrels of guns like it meant something. He knows now why he was never on the side of the flowers. Why he always held the gun.

He's lived long enough to know that he could never be an instrument of peace.

Not him, he never had it in him.

He's an instrument of war and it's too late to turn back now.

[skeith-platinumprincess]

One thing really cool about the 2019 Spider-Verse event that I wish Marvel kept doing was that every issue would end by showing off various Spidersonas

[patriasayres1985blog]

[amphibiahawks321]

Natasha : Hey there handsome~ you single?~ cause tonight I think we should go out on a fine romantic night~

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Okay first, we've been dating for two years second, I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that question....

Natasha : I didn't hear the yeeeeesss~

M!Reader : Sighs then chuckles yes I would love to go...♡

[filenameghost]

sequel to my GOTG headcanon post, I made this image :)

I think she's like. a nonbinary woman. she doesn't really care abt pronouns bc like the post implies, she's too busy to do that. but if she lived a normal life I think they'd use they/she pronouns.

[illyanarasputinfan]

Nate Conner

[thebestcomicbookpanels]

Daredevil #87 by Gene Colan

[reneethegreatandpowerful]

It's a bit belated, but a very merry and blessed Christmas to you, my lovelies, @thegardenerknight, @thethiefinwhite and @lepetitcaporal! Thank you for all the fun times! <3

[docmsday]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson icons.

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