#shootsxruns

[scores-of-antiheroes]

@marvelmyriad [to Bucky Barnes] @shootsxruns

Erik packed up his things from work. His tools, and the remnants of the lunch that Magda had packed for him. Erik had met Magda while hiding out in Pruszków, Poland three or four years ago, taking on the name Henryk Gurszky. They fell in love and got married and a not long later they had a little girl, who was now two years old, Nina. Erik, in his flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his serial number tattoo from his time in Auschwitz, 24005, visible, and his work pants and boots, took his bag and walked out of the factory, turning left and heading down the road that headed to the northern edge of town. Erik and the girls lived in a cottage right outside town.

Everyone in Pruszków knew "Henryk", and care about him and his girls. As he walked down the road he waved at each person that he saw. They all waved at him, but not back at him, more of the exact same time. Erik smiled at them as he walked by. Erik consistently has to push back the thoughts, anxieties and fears that these people would turn him over in a heart beat. Or that they would fear and hate him and his family for Erik being a mutant. Erik had experienced so much trauma in his life. Starting with his time at Auschwitz during the second World War. The Nazi's experimentation on the Jewish people, his people, on him. Being forcibly taken from his family in 1944, never to see them again. Then Nazi's experimentation on the people with the gene, that at that time was unknown, but would later become known as the X-gene. The Nazi scientist, known at that time as, Dr. Klaus Schmidt and later Sebastian Shaw, took a particular liking to Erik's mutation. He had found a new family in his rage fueled pursuit of vengeance toward Sebastian Shaw. Charles Xavier and Division X. Erik then looses that family, once again because of Shaw, even if he did get his revenge in the end. At what cost, though? Keeps losing those he loves the most in his life. Wait. A familiar face, not someone from Pruszków. Someone Erik had not seen since he was a child. A ghost of Erik’s past. The ghost had a little child with him? Erik follows the ghost and the child. He followed them for a few blocks and around a corner. Erik never seemed to get any closer to them. It was like a nightmare. Was he dreaming? No he was definitely awake. The ghost and the child turned another corner. Erik was losing them and rushed forward and rounded the corner....

[manbehindtheshield]

Steve drained the last bit of coffee from his mug and set on a coaster on that desk that he was sitting at.  He then blankly stared at the computer monitor, the list of names -- potential new recruits -- all becoming one garbled word.  Sighing, he ran his hand through his blonde hair.  Getting the Avengers up and running again was a much larger and hard task than he thought it was going to be.  Of course the team hadn’t completely disbanded but there some of them were stepping back a bit.  They need fresh blood to pass the torch to.  He had leads on where to find them, but talking to them about becoming an Avenger was a whole different story.  The few that Steve did talk to passed because they didn’t want to give up their lives.  It was understandable.  There was times when Steve wished he could’ve just had a normal life -- 9-5 job, a wife, kids, a little house somewhere also.  Still, it was frustrating when he couldn’t grab anyones interest.  

Today, he had a little hope.  Bucky’s daughter, Ana, was coming to stay at the compound.  He had never met her before but heard a few stories and he was excited to finally meet his best friend’s child.  She wasn’t just Bucky’s daughter, though, she was also Natasha’s.  When the intercom chimed, he looked over at it and smiled.  Ana had just arrived.  Standing up from his chair he exited his office and went down to the garage to meet her.

“Welcome!” he said brightly with a smile on his face as he approached the younger girl.  It was crazy just how much she looked like her parents.  “I’m Steve.”  He felt kinda dumb for introducing himself, because she likely already knew who he was.  Everyone did these days.  

“It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

@shootsxruns​ (plotted starter)

[remarkableheroes]

@shootsxruns. @marvelmyriad.

[widowschild]

@shootsxruns continued from here: (x)

Aleksandra smiled and playfully bumped her sister's shoulder. It was still odd, having siblings and parents but the brunette found that having a family suited her.

"I sometimes wonder if that's where I get my smart mouth, besides physical traits people tend to say I'm more like Mom."

[marvelmyriad]

starter for @shootsxruns

If there was an ideal place to vanish in the United States of America, it was within the Midwest region.  It had been a decision that he had made while on the ferry with Ana.  They had been given ample time to decide with how long their time at sea was.  Two weeks on a boat made both James and Ana grateful when they were finally approaching the docks of Chicago.  He had considered Illinois as an option of where to settle their home, but there still seemed to be a little too much notoriety there.  Chicago was a major city that seemed to be on the further upswing when it came to media attention and they needed to avoid that.

In the end, the final jaunt of their trip was a car ride to the middle of Indiana.  While James had no way of knowing just then, Shelbyville was where he’d been born, and raised for six years.  He hadn’t stayed long, but his young formative years had been there.  Long enough for him to develop the discipline and durability that came with living on a farm.

They arrived just outside of a town called Hawkins and stayed in a hotel for about a week before James had been able to get a house.  He had enough cash to make these steps fairly easy, even if it took just a little bribery to make it so that no questions were asked.  Besides that, the homeowner seemed to be pretty eager to leave the town.  That wasn’t James’ problem though, nor his business.  He and Ana had a home, and as they pulled into the driveway, he looked over to his daughter with a small smile. The shudders were auburn while the roof was an earthy light brown, the rest of the house white. The front and side door were a deep blue-green. There was an attached two car garage and even a space for a garden in the front.

He spoke English now, as was for the best.  “So…” he put the car in park and turned it off, “what do you think?”

[izzysarchivedblogs]

Text Message Prompts -> Accepting // hey @shootsxruns, how much blood are you covered in if you need that much soap? -> [text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America. - to clint

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:01 pm ] -> wait which cap?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:03 pm ] -> your dad or the old man one or sam?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:10 pm ] -> wait a minute

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:12 pm ] -> katie bought a bunch of soap too

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:15 pm ] -> is there some new soap craze I don't know about?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:17 pm ] -> at least you'll be able to wash away all the blood

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:20 pm ] -> that you left on my couch

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:23 pm ] -> when did i say my apartment was a safehouse?

[ihadnothing]

@shootsxruns liked for a starter

A moment of peace, a rarity since they'd been on the run. But it reminded Natasha of those still foggy memories of the time before Ana and her son had been born.

Bucky and the kids had passed out long ago, but Nat was still up, so she tiptoed around and put blankets over her sleeping family members.

Until she got to Ana, who must have woken up at some point.

"Hey, Kid." Nat whispered, trying not to wake the other people in the room.

"I thought you were asleep."

[grimmusings]

⭐

⭐ Ellie Rogers + Ana Barnes: In her main verse, Ellie was raised in Hydra!world where Armin Zola had taken over, and her parents and most of the Avengers were killed in the underground resistance. She hops dimensions a bit before she ends up in 616, but I feel like warrior girls raised in hell would have some things in common (plus Steve and Bucky's kids are practically destined to be friends, right?).

⭐ Elektra Natchios + Natasha Romanoff: I've never written her against a Nat before, but I know they have some antagonism in the comics, so I don't know if that would be the best friendship waiting to happen or an absolute disaster, but I'm here for it. 😂 Personally, I think Elektra would be having major do I kill her or kiss her conflict.

⭐ Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers + Kobik: HI I'M SO EXCITED YOU ADDED KOBIK I ADORE HER. Bucky goes full-on Dad mode with her, and I'd love anything with them, from Winter Soldier days to happy reunions later on or straight-up raising his kid AU. I also have some verses for Steve where I include their history and he remembers being stuck in her mindscape while Red Skull had control of him. He's Steve though, so he'd be very forgiving about it, and I think he regrets that she erased herself at the end of it all.

[hcrctic]

— @shootsxruns gets an starter; literally insert any teenage problem "I really don't know Annie." Wanda exhaled quite loudly before throwing herself on the bed. "If we're going to make this work we need a plan.. but we both suck at those apparently. And of course we won't ask my brother, he's a jackass."

[americasdaughter]

"So we're supposed to just eat pizza and watch movies? That's what a sleepover is?" @shootsxruns

"And staying up all night eating ice cream, the ice cream is important." Liberty said, if she was being honest, her idea of sleepovers was based on what she saw in the movies.

She hadn't had the most traditional childhood either.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!"

[crisispider]

@shootsxruns​ liked for a starter !! 

“I’m not convinced I know how to read, I’ve just memorized a lot of words.”

[scores-of-antiheroes]

@shootsxruns

A woman in a yellow translucent jacket, a long sleeved black form fitting shirt, with lower covering face mask attatched and black military cargo pants, complete with tool belt. She had a bulky digital watch on, and fitted gloves. The woman carried a leather shoulder satchel, used to carry paperwork, over one shoulder and carried under the same arm. This woman was an ex-Red Room agent known in certain circles as Banshee, a code name or call sign given to her by the Red Room. In other circles she was known as Alexandra Prizrak, or simply Sasha to her friends.

The person that Sasha was waiting on, was not a friend, nor were they an enemy. The person she was waiting on, was a client, a customer. Sasha, the Banshee, you see is an information broker, an informant. What? She had to utilize those skills, forcibly instilled in her from infancy, by the Red Room some how.

Sasha, did the cliché thing and set up the meeting, two floors from the top floor, of a parking garage. The night sky showing through the open sides, revealing the rest of New York City. A figure coming down from the floors above put Sasha on edge. Sasha just stood still leaning against one of the pillars, the loan light on this floor of the garage shining on her. She wondered if this was her client. Sasha checked her phone for the signal that she had set up with her client.

[seesbetterfromadistance]

Why the purple? What inspired that?

It’s a valid enough question, after all purple isn’t the most common color amongst men, it’s not the color you expect to be a favorite and yet it is, well his favorite at least. His shrug is subtle and fairly indifferent, “Dunno, did you put that much thought into your favorite color or did you look at it one day and say hmm yeah that’s the one I like.” 

[gleamingcrowns]

starter for @shootsxruns from thor

Thor laid on the couch on Ana's place, his shirt tossed somewhere within in. His hand laying lazily on his stomach. He glanced over at Ana, brow cocked to her as he watched her carefully. "Come here, I insist you come here and let me ravish you instead of doing the dishes. For the fifth time this week." He had offered, but once you break two large plates and three mugs in a span of a day, well you're not allowed to do them any longer.

[marvelmyriad]

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͓̽Y͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽l͓͓̽̽l͓̽ ͓̽n͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽v͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽r͓̽ ͓̽s͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽m͓̽ a͓͓̽̽g͓̽a͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓̽

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[izzysarchivedblogs]

Marvel's The Order (2007) quotes -> Accepting // hey! be nice to your uncle, he is very tired and somebody did try to stab us !! @shootsxruns -> Hey -- toughen up, buttercup. - to uncle clint!

HE SQUINTS AT HER, TOTALLY OFFEND. LIP PARTING.

There's an internal debate of whether he takes the arrow shaft that he was working on to whack her or reach over to flick her on the forehead. It would absolutely be earned, considering he was recording from a stab to his shoulder. Trying to defend him and Ana from a hunter duo who had manged to get the jump on the two of them.

Some of his arrows got snapped in the ensuing fight, and considering he had a thing about using bows? They were taking the lull in infected to craft more, and let his stab wound heal. At least for day.

TRAVELING ACROSS THE COUNTRY WAS GOING LIKE THIS.

❝ Oh, I'm sorry, pigeon! Were you the one stabbed and thrown flat on his ass breaking most of my ammunition? ❞ He snips right back as he lifts up an arrow to wave it around. Clint huffs, grumbles to himself of nothing that could be made out as he finishes up another arrow.

❝ There should be deer up in these parts, and ARROWS are going to be a lot more effective in not scaring them away. So don't toughen up buttercup me. ❞ He doesn't see her being useful at the moment.