#that one thats like “oh cross would wear a flannel and jeans”

[toffeebrews]

Oh my god.... would Cross dress up like Sam Winchester if he wore more casual clothes /j

[samcrobae]

The Artist

Gif Credit: mine

Just something cute I thought of for our Angel Baby. Wanted to shout out @summertimesadnesswithadashofsass​ for this idea, I was so stuck on how i wanted reader and Angel to meet, and she threw this out there. 

hope you like it! <3 

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Walking into a local art gallery was not how you envisioned spending your thursday night. It was Thirsty Thursday at the bar, but your best friend had some work that was going to be featured in this exhibit and she begged you to come along, for support. She had been your best friend for 12 years, and after your mom passed, she had been there through your darkest days and even let you move in with her, how could you not? You asked your boss if it was alright that you asked someone to cover the last few hours of your shift so that you could make it out on time. 

“Y/N! Holy shit, they actually let you go early?! Im so happy you’re here!” Daisy brought you in for a tight hug, “come on, my stuff’s over here.” She led the way to her exhibit and you took in her work. You didn’t know a thing about art but you knew how incredibly talented she was. You listened intently as she told you about her work when you felt someone staring at you and looked across the room. He was leaned back against the wall, wearing a red flannel and dark jeans, his tatted arms calmly crossed in front of him, showcasing his ringed fingers.

“Helllooooo,” Daisy tapped your arm. 

“huh? sorry..” you reply, looking back over your shoulder, the tattooed man was gone. 

“You okay? I was just asking what you think about this piece?” she asked, an excited gleam in her eye. 

“oh! I love it. Hey, do you mind if I take a look around? I’ll meet you back here in 30.” you turn around and slowly make your way through the gallery, pretending to be interested in all of the pieces in front of you, but really hoping you would have a run in with the man from just a few minutes before. You were rounding the corner when you came across a piece you actually really liked. You stopped to examine the detail in the painting.

You felt another presence but didn’t bother looking at who it was. “I love this... I wonder if the artist would be willing to part with it.”

“Yeah good luck, heard the artist is a real asshole.” You look up at the man next to you, his voice like silk as he talked. You swallowed hard when you had realized it was the man from earlier.

You let out a laugh, “Yeah most artists are..”

Your laugh was like a melody, it was soft, genuine, care-free. His gaze never left yours as you studied the piece in front of you, almost as if he was memorizing every blemish, every mark, every line of your face. The way your eyebrows furrowed when you were reading about the artist on the note next to the painting, as if you were trying to understand what it was you were looking at. 

“I’m Angel.” you turn your head back to face him, and studied his features. His dark eyes, his beard, the lines on his face. He’s been through some shit. You smile, “Angel. Im Y/N.” 

he repeated your name to himself over and over in his head. your name fit you perfectly. 

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he led you through the gallery and you stopped at almost every exhibit. “alright, alright, what about this one? what do you see Y/N?” God he loved saying your name, and you loved the way your name sounding leaving his lips. 

You shrug your shoulders, a smile spread across your lips, “I dont know... just like the others, I told you Angel, I dont have a knack for this stuff.just like the other 6 we just looked at.” he laughed and looked behind you, a woman approaching your direction. 

“Y/N! so much for meeting back there in 30 minutes.” Daisy shouted as she came closer to the two of you. “You ready to head out? I Just loaded all of my things up. Im starving.” she looked back and forth between the two of you, trying to get a feel for whatever she was interrupting. 

“Shit, Daisy, Im sorry, I lost track of time. Angel, this is Daisy, Daisy, this is Angel. yeah lets head out, Im hungry too. Angel, you wanna come?” you ask. 

Angel shook his head, “Nah, thats okay, Ima hang out here for a bit.” 

“alright, well, it was nice meeting you Angel,” Daisy emphasized his name and turned to head toward the exit. 

“Nice to meet you, this was fun, thanks for hanging out with me..” you looked up at him and he smiled back, nodding. “see you around?” you start to turn for the door when he called out to you. 

“Y/N-” you turned around to face him again, “go out with me.” he looked nervous, unsure. you barely gave him time to finish his sentence when you shot our your answer, “okay. when?” 

His eyes went wide, “wait, really?” 

You laughed, placing your hands in your back pockets and shrugged, “why not?” 

“aight.. tomorrow? 7?” he asked. 

“okay, 7. I work at the diner 3 blocks from here, meet me there. see you tomorrow Angel.” 

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it was 6:45 and your shift was coming to a close. You were wiping the counter down and looked out the window and saw Angel, leaned against his bike, clad in a blue and grey short sleeve button up, black jeans, and a leather vest. You knew that vest. You had seen it around town on other men, belonging to  the Mayans. He held a cigarette between his lips as he watched you work. When 7PM hit, you never clocked out faster in your life. 

“Hey”, you smiled up at him, making him feel like he could melt. 

“Your chariot awaits you.” he shows off his bike and hands you a helmet. you took the helmet in your hands and looked cautiously at the bike. 

“You know, I drove here.. so, we can take my car?” you say. 

he laughs and takes the helmet from you, placing it on your head and strapping it up beneath your chin. “its all part of the experience, querida. come on.” he swings his leg over his bike, as you get on behind him. “alright, put your hands here, like this,” he brings your hands around to wrap his center, “a little tighter, like this”. you took in his scent and it was intoxicating. The smell of leather mixed with his cologne and burnt kush was enough to make you dizzy. 

Your date was perfect. Angel was the perfect gentlemen and carried quite the conversation. When the night was nearing the end, he offered to drop you back at your car and follow you back to your place, to walk you to your door and ensure you made it home safely. You happily obliged.

When you pulled into your driveway, he parked his bike, shut it off, and met you at your car. He walked you to your door and you felt like you were in high school all over again.

“Thank you for tonight Angel, I had fun.” You felt you cheeks turn red as he looked at you, a grin on his face.

“Yeah, me too.... I like you. Y/N. A lot...”

“I like you too....” you reached into your purse and dug for your house keys.

“Thanks for coming out with me, you should come by the yard tomorrow, we’ll get some lunch.” He said. “I should head out... goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Angel.” You held a gaze for a few seconds, hoping he’d close the space in between you , but he smiled and turned to head back to his bike.

“Angel, do you ... wanna come in?”

He turned back to look at you, a sparkle in his eye. “More than you know... but. Not tonight...” he walked back to you and pulled you into him, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, mi dulce..”

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@starrynite7114 @jadert15 @woahitslucyylu @briana-mishell24 @elcococruz @briannab1234 @blackmissfrizzle @thickemadame

[alightwhendarknessfell]

Idk if anyone cares to help, but ig its worth to try. Im a transguy who just recently realised that when i 'try' to look like Andy(2010-2013) its the only time i dont feel dysphoric. Do you or your followers have any idea how to have it as an everyday thing? I only find pictures of him in warpaint/show clothes and sometimes it feels kinda excessive and it would be awesome if someone could help out

(The transguy anon again, i guess part two? hi) i already have the hair pretty much down and have like one outfit thats similar to STWOF era but thats the exactly too showy sometimes, like casual looks would help a lot

Reply: Oh boy have you come to the right place lol. Yeah, I get what you mean and I’ll include some reference photos from that era. Basically, his style around that time was black skinny jeans with some type of black boot which should be good for every day. Then for shirts, he wore a lot of long sleeve v-necks or tight band shirts, plain black shirts, leather jackets. He wore multiple belts, bandanas, earrings, rosaries, and hats. Makeup wise basically gray/black eyeshadow with eyeliner and just don’t tease your hair up (he’d wear it just straightened and cut with layers/fringe). You can also custom cut your shirts/pants which is something he did a lot of. 

Andy’s wardrobe: black skinny jeans (normally cut up), leather jackets, black 3/4 sleeve jackets, anything with studs/chains, layered belts, black cowboy boots, black boots, feathers, cross/feather/religious jewelry, rosaries, black hats (cop hats/beanies/wide rim), white/black shirts (v-neck/cut up), form-fitting band shirts or ‘alt’ style shirts, flannel shirts worn open, black button-down vests, bandanas, fingerless leather gloves, layered necklaces/bracelets, scarves, button-up white/black short sleeve dress shirts, black eyeliner, smokey eye, pale nude lipstick/gloss 

Here are some ‘everyday’ looks that were typical of his style then. 

[scarletthart96]

John Winchester and OC

A John Winchester and OC two part One Shot! (Or i might turn it into a small story. Who knows!) Hope you enjoy! ❤

Part 1-

John Winchester sat there on a lawn chair, Bobby next to him and the two men nursing a beer. It was the 4th of July and for once, the man didnt have a hunt to go on. He didn't have to drag his kids to some town and enroll them in yet another school. They could enjoy this night without a care.

That put a smile on Johns face. Sure, it was a tired looking smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. But a smile nonetheless.

Sam and Dean were running around and playing tag. Laughing and just being kids. Dean at the age of 9, Sam was 5. Finally having a day to be just kids.

"Bobby!" A female voice was heard and the men turned their heads to see a blonde women coming over.

Wearing jean shorts stopping a little under her butt, a white tanktop witha shirt sleeved red and white flannel shirt over it. The buttons to the flannel were unbuttoned, showing off the shirt underneath and her curves. On her feet were a simple pair of flip flops. Letting her french manicured toes be shown. Her Hands filled with containers.

"Shit..." the man with the baseball cap muttered under his breath. Standing up after setting his beer down, Bobby gave a small smile.

"Didn't expect you to come over this year, Scarlett." Bobby gave a smile to his neighbor.

"Yeah, well parents are on a cruise and besides. Its become a tradition, old man." She teased, stopping when she noticed that he had company. "Oh.. i should have called."

But Bobby shook his head and looked over at his friend, John and the two boys who stopped playing. Probably wondering who the strange women was.

"Nah, its fine... " while mentioning for his house guests to come over. Bobby put his hands into the pockets of his jeans, standing there awkwardly. "John.. this is Scarlett, lives down the road. Comes by every year to celebrate the holiday with me since... uh, since ma wife died." Bobby told his friend who nodded. "Scarlett, this is John and his two boys. Sam and Dean. They're hunting buddies of mine." Bobby introduced everyone.

Not missing the lingering look John was giving the young girl. Bobby wondered if he should have made Scarlett head back home.

"Well shit.. had i known there were more people, i would've brought more food." Scarlett laughed and shifted the containers she was holding. It was filled with uncooked meat and ingredients to make food on the day a special.

"Let me help you.." John offered, grabbing the top dish and earned a greatful smile from the girl.

Bobby walked off, muttering about going to grab the grill. Leaving the two adults and children to head inside.

"I don't remember Bobby ever mentioning you.. you hunt together?" Scarlett asked, setting what she held on the kitchen table. Only to start cleaning up the messy kitchen. Pots and pans dirty, along with plates and utensils. Beer bottles scattered around and cups in random places.

Dean, having been taken by the older women instantly started to help gather the dirty dishes. That act alone surprising the eldest Winchester. Not used to his son being so helpful when it came to clean up.

"Yeah, uh we travel around a lot but whenever in town i come over to fix up the car and hunt with Bobby." John shrugged and leaned agaisnt the counter. Arms crossed over his chest.

"Ah.. okay.." she nodded her head, secretly wondered what hunting buddy he was. If he hunted animals or the supernatural like her parents.

"Well, i am going to head to the store. Get some more food. But go ahead and tell Bobby to start grilling some stuff. I shouldn't be too long." She smiled and set some things in the fridge. Not wanting to leave it out in the hit kitchen.

"Can i come?" Dean spoke up, only to shut his mouth from the look his dad gave him.

"Dean! Manners boy!" He snapped at his son.

But Scarlett laughed. "That's fine, John. Hes just a kid. If its okay with you, he can come along. Push the shopping cart for me." She said, grabbing the car keys she had put in the back pocket of her jean shorts.

John had just sighed and shook his head, allowing Dean to go along. Dean, with a huge smile on his face let out a small 'yes' under his breath and looked at her.

Smiling as well, the two left the house and were soon in the car. Driving off to the grocery store. As she drove, Scarlett listened to Dean talk. Learning of his liking for cars and music. How he loved pie, cause thats what his mom used to bake. Along with how they never stay in one place for too long.

Arriving at the store, she let Dean push the cart around for her while she picked up some things and placed it inside. Dean, being the curious nine year old, looked inside the shopping cart and grinned. Soda, a few more different meats, hamburger and hotdog buns.

"Whats the flour for?" Dean asked, looking at Scsrlett as she was picking a few apples and peaches.

"Well.. instead of buying us desert, i thought it would be more fun to bake us a few pies." She winked at the small boy.

She could see the excitement behind his eyes as she finished getting what she needed. Once it was all paid for, the two left and Dean helped put the bags inside the trunk. Noticing the silver dagger that was poorly hidden under a jacket. Not that he said anything or even asked about it.

-Meanwhile-

John had taken the task in cleaning the kitchen while Bobby put the books they had been reading away.

"So.. whats with the girl Bobby? Bit young for you, don't you think?" John asked his friend, glancing over and smirking as he finished in the kitchen.

Bobby rolled his eyes, and turned to look at John. "What do you take me for? I ain't no idiot. I saw ya staring at her. Shes a good kid, finished college. Turning 26 soon." Bobby told John and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Dont start, Bobby.. you know i can't. Not after.." but John didnt finish. Bobby beat him to it.

"Not after Mary died. I get it. I DO. But ya got to put yourself and the boys first John.." Bobby frowned and looked over to where Sam was playing with his little green army men.

John just stayed quiet and grabbed a beer along with the meat. Heading on back to start grilling them.

Not even noticing how much time passed before he heard a sweet laugh coming from inside. Followed by Dean's laughter and soon both him and his brother came flying from the backdoor and went back to playing. Each holding a water gun and attacking one another.

The sight making him laugh and feel happy that they came to spend the holiday at Bobbys.

The two doing that for a few hours, by 6 they were laying around on the grass playing with the army men. Drying up from playing with the water most of the afternoon. Only stopping to eat lunch when their dad called.

After they all had dinner together, the burgers with a side of french fries. The five of them sat around the grass enjoying the evening breeze. It was a little past six when they ate, so they got to enjoy the summer sun while having dinner.

Part 2

[resilientreader]

1-98 for asks like we did a million years ago, I dare you

i knew the MOMENT i saw the notif in my inbox that it was gonna be YOU pulling this shit and i crossed my fingers when actually clicking, HOPING i wouldnt have to answer all 98, maybe you’ll be tame this time, but no! this is what you’re doing to me. and ykno what, Fine. u dare me and i Will do it. i hope u rb the asks post so i can do it to u too, tho

1. coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars

3. bubblegum

4. that smart student who always read instead of actually paying attention

5. soda from glass cups is the best

6. its hard to just Decide between all these styles so ill say which one applies to mine most, which i Gotta say has to b preppy even if i want like goth or grunge to b mixed in

7. headphones

8. good omens, fmab, castlevania, uhhhh. those are just the ones ive watched so far this summer

9. my grandparents’ home. which is kinda weird but i have a lot of summer memories there

10. i sucked at like Everything in p.e., there Was no best

11. leftovers

12. i cant choose a favorite playlist?? /some/ of them, tho, are soar my ethereal heart, neither here nor there, mountainside storms, and sync of my heartbeat. so like any of my more recent ones

13. lanyard

14. i had to google a list for this bc honestly i always eat just chocolates but i like starburst

15. fahrenheit 451 was a rly fun read. ray bradbury’s writing gave me inspo for metaphors and writing and such and it was rly nice

16. sprawled across one of those comfy armchairs where i can swing my legs over one arm n lay my head on the other one

17. my black converse

18. cool temperature and rain without storms, or a cloudy day that lets me take a nice walk

19. on my side if i can but on my back otherwise

20. on my laptop, in google docs, to be more specific

21. winnie the pooh

22. idk?? i try not to look to just one person for a source of “this is how i should be”, so i guess,,,, a mix of family members and then a couple like more famous ppl??? which would basically consist of one of my aunts, my dad, and jenna marbles, to keep my Brain Process for role model stuff simplified

23. i dunno if any of the habits i have are strange?? i bounce my right leg and my right hand kinda. like. shakes when im nervous. i cant rly think of anything else i do tho i Know i probably have other habits

24. amethyst or pyrite

25. ur really just assuming my memory is good enough for this but if i had to say, it’d be any popular song from 2009 specifically

26. hide in my room with a fan and ac

27. read with a blanket wrapped around me or smth

28. atlas: six by sleeping at last, flaws by bastille, atlas: five by sleeping at last, she by dodie, and neptune by sleeping at last. there are probably more/better ones but those are the first ones i found

29. listen. be open with me. talk with me. not to sound like that person, but sharing ur life secrets is a rly big ice breaker for me because it helps let me know i can trust u. but also idk im a really awkward person and can accidentally distance myself from ppl so when ppl notice theres smth up w me or even do the bare minimum of doing Their part to maintain a friendship, that’s always rad as shit when idk how to communicate what i need

30. my room, my high school’s auditorium, the local barnes and noble

31. black boots, black jeans, any button-up shirt that’ll match that combination OR a really cool sweatshirt

32. im a bad bitch, you cant kill me. road work ahead? uh, i sure hope it does. it is wednesday, my dudes! welcome to chili’s. i love you, bitch, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.

33. probably “omg” or “oh my god”

34. sc johnson. a family company.

35. i dont even have one but on a good night like 10-11

36. the troll face memes

37. suitcases feel much more organized

38. lemonade

39. lemon cake

40. ummmmm....one time a tech/theatre kid left a paint can sitting out in the open accidentally and a person took a shit in it or smth then knocked over the can, spilled a bunch of paint, and tried to clean it up w a broom and proceeded to like snap the broom in half. then they ran away to leave the kids to clean it up the next day. i wasnt actually there for that but ive heard the story firsthand enough times to Know

41. my dad

42. jacket pockets

43. hoodie is what i wear, tho everything else is Very Good

44. lavender

45. fantasy, my dudes

46. this set of pjs i got for xmas w a soft tshirt and matching baggy flannel pants

47. colby jack

48. uhhh a banana?? i could probably give a better answer if i was more

49. i dont rly live by a quote or saying, i just Go for it

50. my sister has probably done smth before to like Break me

51. everything ever but mostly myself

52. arial

53. uhhh...kinda worn? my nails aren’t doin so good and i have a couple scratches and stuff that Still havent healed after a few weeks

54. get a move on

55. the ugly duckling

56. tradition is kinda vague but i like that it became tradition for me and my siblings to go to my grandparents’ home every summer

57. i think im still overcoming like everything ive been faced with ever

58. writing? listening, helping, giving advice. idk tbh like talents who?

59. "jesus christ, my dude”

60. a fantasy/comedy, or at least if its gonna be fantasy with death and stuff, it should be dope as fuck

61. "isn’t vulnerability the opposite of being in control?” from a webcomic called aerial magic. super simple but the entire scene leading up to it,,,,,so good

62. umm fuck! i dont kno whether favs r usually ones that i relate to or ones that i wanna b like but??? keith from voltron, jirou from bnha, chromedome and/or rewind from transformers/mtmte, sypha from castlevania, and jayfeather from warriors

63. planetary (go!) by mcr, the seed by aurora, hayloft by mother mother, the cup/halloween blues from relient k, choke by i dont know how but they found me

64. coolmath was THE shit

65. yes! two on my leg from a surgery i had to get to realign my femur, bc i snapped the bone in half

66. lavender, snowdrops, hibiscus

67. i dont really have any, mostly bc i have a hard time attaching like. That sorta meaning to just random objects, but i do still have a small teddy bear stashed safely away in my room from when i was a little babee

68. pickle-flavored pringles. disgusting. would not recommend

69. lions’ roars can be heard up to 5 miles away from the original source

70. right handed

71. horizontal stripes, i guess? there’s not much wrong with them but i just Never wear them

72. math

73. i dont usually eat /weird/ flavor combos, even tho ill eat basically anything, but i like ketchup in mac and cheese sometimes. or fries in shakes. chicken and waffles. stuff like that

74. 11

75. idek honestly, my memory is too bad

76. hashbrowns

77. i dont kno a Lot of plants off the top of my head other than the Basic ones but literally any flower in a windowsill is like bone apple teeth in my mind

78. sushi from a grocery store. publix taught me that grocery stores can, in fact, be trusted when needed

79. my school id photo

80. earth tones

81. fireflies

82. pc

83. writing

84. talk radio is nostalgic but podcasts are always more entertaining to actually listen to

84. polly pocket

85. mythology with a dash of fairytales

86. cupcakes, because of my dog’s name

87. abandonment

88. to grow unbreakable attachments with everyone i care very deeply about and grow into an old age with them, or something

89. i feel like answering this question totally honestly would hurt ppl’s feelings, but also i literally could think of like 4 people to put down for this and i’m bad at deciding, esp w smth like this, so. not to b vague but These People kno who they are

90. becoming a part of a certain website with a bad crowd and managing to pick out the good apples in such a rotten batch

91. boxes

92. lamps /and/ fairy lights

93. i dont rly have any but my parents call me hannah banana. that’s ab it, tho

94. fall/winter? it kinda is inconsistent because fall has bad weather in florida but winter is when like everything has Gone Wrong in life these past few years, but then fall has such a GOOD aesthetic and my birthday is in winter, so they’re pretty even rn

95. uhhh??? thats such a weird thing, to try and assign a “favorite” app, but the only thing i could think to say would be spotify just bc i use it so much on my phone, even if the app itself isnt the greatest

96. i havent set one, actually, bc im lazy and havent found anything that’d fit

97. 2 and a half

98. the part where fish were learning that they could walk on land

[infinityknight25]

Avengers Illuminati: Oval Office part 6

Back at the debate Williams had finished her response and went back to her chair. " We have a question from the audience here. It comes from an Erik Lensherr." A grey haired man stood up wearing a well pressed black tuxedo. He walked down the bleachers from his seat standing in front of the presidential candidates. Everyone at the hotel instantly became on edge. There was an imense amount of nervousness in the air. " My question is for all three candidates. This country is a mess and there is definetly unison in these United States. It too would appear that only one of you is truly focused on bringing everyone together. While the other has expressed more about genocide and not a word about bringing "her kind" together as she has put it lately. And the other hasn't said much one way or the other. In short what are you going to do to bring the country together?" "Mr. Hartford you will have the first chance at the question."  Carlisle said. "This is a great question. First off I love mutants. I know of a family that works for me their twins just recently showed signs of being mutants. Great kids I met them at a picnic last year. Now more than ever we need everyone to stand together. No matter who wins we have cops being shot while trying to protect out citizens. We have alien races trying to snuff out all life on our planet. We can't be at each others throats and expect to be able to withstand attacks from any kind of foreign nation. Wether it is from this planet or elsewhere in the galaxy." "Mrs. Williams it's your turn." Said Thompson. "First of all you have some nerve coming here and talking about how our country is in shambles when you and your Brotherhood of Mutants are as responsible for everything going as much as anyone else.Wouldn't you say Magneto?" Erik Lensherr better known as Magneto put his hand up in a stopping motion "If I may. It has been months since me and the brotherhood have done anything. We haven't even been so much as seen in public together since the election started to heat up.  I'll even make a statement right here. The Brotherhood will remain silent so long as someone who will speak for us mutants is elected. But mark my words. If someone who threatens the use of sentinels comes into office. We will stand up for our rights." "Let me tell you something....." Monica Williams was again interrupted. But this time from someone in one of the lower bleachers. "Acutally I have a question that might coincide with this one Mrs. Career politician." said the voice. The man stood up. He was wearing a dark black button up shirt and black dress pants. His face was cut up, bruised and he had dark Brown eyes.  His dark black hair was cut to military regulations. He unbuttoned his dress shirt revealing a bullet proof vest with a skull spray painted on it. It was Frank Castle. The Punisher. "There are people who think its ok to murder police officers and our government currently does nothing. It may as well applaud the fact that these thugs are murdering the people who are trying to protect them from themselves." The Punisher was cut off by Monica Williams. "Thats very ironic coming from you! How many people have killed in cold blood? Your a monster! You are unfit to be a part of society." "I've brought justice when you've refused to!" The Punisher stated strongly. Magneto laughed and crossed his arms as he stepped over beside Professor Xavier. "That man is more fit than you ever will be for office." Monica Williams laughed "This man may be a war hero. But now he's washed up his brains are more scrambled than the eggs I had for breakfast!" "That's because you had eggs Benedict." Said Magneto. "Are you calling me a traitor!?" She questioned "Take it however you want Mrs. Williams." Suddenly there was a small sound in the auditorium. Magneto stopped a bullet just inches away from Charles Xavier's chest. "Oh my...." Magneto said looking the direction of Monica Williams. Punisher spun around to see a man dressed as security guard on the too floor turn to flee. "He's on the too floor dressed as security!" Punisher exclaimed as he ran for the back of the auditorium. "I'll stay here with Charles as a safe guard." At the hotel everyone was springing to action as Wolverine gave the orders for the Eviscereight's first mission. " Nightcrawler, take Tyron,  A-Bomb and Miles Morales. Tyron watch Charles. A-Bomb stand at the ready at the elevators. Morales watch the back make sure this guy doesn't escape.  Strange take War Machine and me to the front. Once we're in War Machine get a focus on minor exits on the front of the building. He's not gonna want to be seen. Hawkeye get yourself in a good spot to get a good shot off in case we fail. And Hawkeye. Wound him."  As Wolverine gave the orders everyone was jumping into action. A-Bomb, Nightcrawler, Spiderman Miles Morales, and Tyron Owens all huddled together and prepared to teleport. As this was happening Spiderman was putting on his black with red webbing  mask on. Tyron Owens' Skin began melting giving way to the flaming skull of the Ghost Rider as they vanished. Doctor Strange and the others followed immediately. A black cloud appeared on the stage and stepping was A-Bomb who headed toward the elevators. Spiderman and Nightcrawler who headed to the back of the building to cover the rear exits. Ghost Rider stayed on the stage in full blaze looking around keeping a watchful eye. Suddenly the rider caught a smell of a trangression so bitter. Owens' could suddenly see it all. The talk with Taskmaster. The plan that many of her advisors and vice president were in on. Monica Williams had planned it from the beginning. He turned from facing the crowd and put his full attention on Monica Williams. He pulled his chain's from what seemed to be out of nowhere. He began to walk toward her. His chain's lit with the fires of hell. Monica Williams became terrified but couldn't make a sound. She had made her way back to her chair and was gripping the arm rests with white knuckle terror. "Tyron." Said Xavier telepathically. Ghost Rider stopped and looked his direction. " Whatever you may have seen we cannot do anything at the moment. If we do we have no proof to show the general public. Please be patient." Ghost Rider looked at Williams then back at Xavier and back at Williams. He then turned around and continued to keep a watchful eye. Taskmaster was headed down a multi floor stairwell headed toward a side alley. He had with him an assault rifle in hand. A pistol and a knife on his person as well. Wolverine met him a few floors from the ground. They stopped just a few feet from eachother on one the flat spots between levels of stairs. "Taskmaster!" the plaid flannel and Jean wearing Wolverine growled. "Hello Logan." Taskmaster said behind his skull like mask. Out of nowhere the Punisher jumped from the level above and kicked the rifle away from Taskmaster. "Hmmm now it's almost a fair fight." Taskmaster said standing up. Punisher and Wolverine stood side by side keeping Taskmaster a few floors from freedom. "Whyd you do it Taskmaster?" asked Punisher "Simple. For the money." He replied secretly pressing a button on his watch. "But soon enough the word will get out about my employer and I'll be far away for a while. Maybe I'll take a job in Latveria training soldiers." Taskmaster said. "Alright bub enough talk!" Wolverine said and ran forward. Claws ready to strike. He swung his right hand to make a stabbing blow. Taskmaster side stepped and blocked another shot from Wolverine's left hand. Punisher jumped in quickly. Making an attempt to strike Taskmaster in the jaw with a right hook. Taskmaster ducked avoid the blow. Taskmaster struck Punisher in the gut sending him up against the railing and caught Wolverine in the jaw with a left uppercut. "You guys are gonna have to do better than that. Did you forget I can copy your fighting styles?" Taskmaster said mockingly. Punisher looked at Wolverine. "What you think? I go high and you go low?" Wolverine pulled his claws back out. "Sounds perfect!" He growled. They rushed in Punisher aimed to punch Taskmaster in the face but he slid to the side avoiding it. At the same time Wolverine tried to slide tackle his feet out from under him and when Taskmaster dodged Punisher's punch he avoided Wolverine's slide tackle. Taskmaster kicked Wolverine in the chest and grabbed Punisher by the wrist flipping him onto his back. He grabbed Wolverine by the collar and threw him through a door. Wolverine landed in the auditorium. Taskmaster proceeded to punch Punisher in the face opening up some cuts. A bloody Punisher managed to kick Taskmaster in the chest sending him into the auditorium. "Tyron go up there and help Logan out. I'll be fine." said Xavier. Owens ran up a inner flight of stairs. Skull still blazing and chain's at the ready. When he got to the fight Taskmaster had regained control of the situation. Ghost Rider wrapped a chain around one of Taskmaster's wrists. "What the?" said Taskmaster. Punisher got in a punch to Taskmasters face. Taskmaster stood up and swept the legs out from underneath the Punisher. Ghost Rider wrapped a chain around the other wrist and pulled Taskmaster to his knees wolverine jumped in and threw a right cross that stunned Taskmaster. Punisher came right back in with a left hook that knocked him out. The crowd began to cheer. Suddenly Larry King appeared on the screen behind the candidates. "As many of you concerned citizens know. There was an assassination attempt on independent candidate Professor Charles Xavier. CNN and other have been emailed information from the assasin. He is known as the Taskmaster and in this short video we are about to show, he informs us who hired him for the failed assassination attempt." The screen switched to a recording of Taskmaster. In his gravely voice in front of a black background.