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・ ─ 𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖳𝖮𝖭. finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .
⋯ ・ ─ ☆ Their lips meet in that kiss , & they can get a clear picture of just how long he's waited for this. It's a foreign feeling to her , likely forever would. The need for connection for the former assassin was always 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 for them compared to others. Connection was a nuanced , convoluted word , that couldn't be easily explained to them. So instead … Left to remain a 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 thing to ponder. Love was felt. How could it not. But loving Anya was so often like loving a reptile. That love looked different for them.
❝ Nice t'know you missed me. ❞ They tease once lips part & they could look at @sonoftheshield. ❝ Glad t'see you didn't go too crazy while I was gone. ❞
#║▌ THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. // IC.#║▌ ENCRYPTED MESSAGES. // ANSWERED.#V. MARVEL.#║▌ A NEW LIFE. // CH. 04.#sonoftheshield#set this a bit back in the timeline.
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Steve wasn't the 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 driver , but they were what they had at the moment , & Bucky needed to be with Anya in the back with his daughter. His daughter , who was currently trying 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 to hang onto that promise that he had given them. That they weren't going to die.
That was mostly because in that moment … It seemed like the 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 outcome … was going to be them dying a very unpleasant death. Anya had always thought it would be a little more 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 than this , but beggars couldn't really be choosers. Though they'd settle for no death at all.
Shivering from the 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 , they nodded when he confirmed that they weren't going to be dying , & did their best to try & relax , despite the 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 as Steve quickly got them on route once again to safety. Unaware that HYDRA seemed to be taking on the tactic of taking them out 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 , one by one.
❝ I hope you're right .. ❞ They muttered , swallowing down the 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 feeling they felt trying to sneak it's way out. Their eyes closed for a moment , before forcing them open again , & looked back to Bucky. ❝ Cause right now … I feel like CRAP. ❞
@vintertsarn.
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Bucky felt like he was experiencing the entire world around him from UNDERWATER.
His hearing was muffled by the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, his vision was blurred, both from unshed tears and the sheer magnitude of the STRESS he was feeling...and he still had to persist through it all so that he could actually be of any real USE in the mission to save Anya's life.
He had grabbed the blanket that Steve had tossed his way and while they set to getting the HELL OUT OF THERE, Bucky kept his focus on his child. He was working in quick movements that were almost registered as autopilot for him, checking on their pulse and making sure that her breathing didn't STOP.
Beneath the surface of his panic and despair, Bucky had processed that Anya had been muttering names as he had ran with them in his arms. Names that he wasn't even entirely sure that she would KNOW any longer at one time. Now, as he ran through the checks for their vitals, he could hear the recognition interlaced with the PAIN AND FEAR.
Forcing a legitimate breath through his nose and exhaling so that he had enough oxygen to speak, Bucky put forth his BEST EFFORTS to reassure her. The smile that he wore was quivering, but he couldn't stop that from happening.
"No..." He shook his head with a quiet adamancy, before he moved to gently sweep away some of their hair that had stuck to their forehead. Bucky checked on her fever once more with the back of his hand as subtly as he could. Had they gotten even WARMER? No, that couldn't be POSSIBLE...
"No, you're not gonna die, babygirl, I PROMISE..." He had caught sight of Jamie out of his peripheral and his son was handing over a cold compress that he had activated to utilize in helping Anya. Bucky took the compress and nodded slightly in thanks before moving to gently lift Anya's head just enough so that he could place the cold compress at the back of her neck and laid her head back down after that with care.
"You're gonna be okay..."
#║▌ THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. // IC.#║▌ ACCESSING MISSION FILES. // REPLIES.#v. marvel.#vintertsarn
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Suddenly, billiards obsession
#gambit#deadpool#remy lebeau#wade wilson#marvel comics#xmen#x-men#art#marvel#x men remy lebeau#deadpool v gambit#fan art
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Thanks @hazelfoureyes for suggesting I make banners of these working on stickers and pens possibly bc I really like that idea!
Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell
#the greeks had socrates y’all have me#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel smut#hetalia smut#Mha smut#jjk smut#aot smut#demon slayer smut#anime smut#haikyuu smut#hunter x hunter smut#v tuber smut#yt smut#dsmp smut#mlp smut#soul eater smut#hazbin hotel x reader#genshin impact smut#helluva boss smut#alastor smut#marvel smut#supernatural smut#bds smut
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Soldier Boy's smile is a wicked grin, his voice rough and dirty as he speaks. "Now, that's what I like to see. Two pretty boys making out with my dick... you're gonna be perfect for my fucked up world, aren't ya?" He looks down at Y/N and Peter. Both of them pay lavish attention on every inch of Soldier Boy's cock, hands moving in unison as they each pleasure a different part of his shaft. Their tongues flick over the sensitive head, then suckle on his balls, worshipping his masculinity.
"Fuck, that's good..." Soldier Boy groans out, his voice rough and low as he watches the both of them eagerly suck him off. "You both love my cock, don't you? You two little whores... make me cum..."
Y/N and Peter nod, moaning like bitches in heat as they pleasure Soldier Boy.
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#peter parker#soldier boy#Soldier Boy x Spiderman#soldier boy x male reader#spiderman x male reader#tom holland#jensen ackles#spiderman comics#marvel mcu#the boys#gen v prime
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The harsh response doesn't 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 the teenager like it might any normal teenager. Far from a normal teenager , or normal girl was Anya Barnes. They 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 had been , every day since the beginning showing nothing but promise. Rising to every challenge & proving to be just as ruthless as her parents before her. The perfect weapon if she could be molded properly.
Her training had been 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 handled. Every mentor of their hand picked for a specific effect they wanted it to have on Anya. All in order to strip away what would have made Anya individual , leaving a nice canvas for them to use.
Standing at 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , they can feel the way the air shifts while she circles her. Breath even , shoulders remain steady despite what 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 promote ones fight or flight response. Not her though. If anything , that fight will come out. But only at the right time. The next statement though , that one 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 manage a pause from the teenager.
They had separated the two , the excuse that ‘ He had taught them everything he could ’ & was needed elsewhere. Not telling them the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 reason being that he had gotten too attached to his prodigy for what they would have liked. Especially seeing as it had eventually led to Anya's first attempt at an escape.
Now she was here , with a new teacher. One that was likely expecting an answer.
She nodded before speaking. Swallowing down before speaking. ❛❛ Да, так и было. До недавнего времени, пока его не перевели в другое место. ❜❜ She probably knew all of this already. The reason for the brows to 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 in a mix of curiousness , & confusion. ❛❛ Он и тебя обучил. ❜❜ Again , like her new mentor , it was spoken as a declarative statement , rather than a question.
anya shakes her head at the young widow, a hand coming up in order to signal her to stop talking. " Мне плевать на твою растяжку. . . " her hand drops to her side and an sigh escapes her lips as she moves around the younger. . . she was examining her. reading her body language. the strength in her arms, the sharpness of her knuckles. everything. - it all came into play in the end. she moves around her again. a circling vulture. eyes picked apart everything she could to understand her trainee. to ensure they are learning what they need to with ruthless efficiency.
the elder widow stopped. she looked the other dead in the eyes. - she saw herself. young. twisted into something that was a widow, but also not an widow. was this why they wanted her to come out of her cage? because they wanted her to train herself? build another prizrak? the blonde pulls in an deep breath through her nose.
" ты тренировался с ним " it was not a question - a statement. the winter soldier trained her as well, just after she was given an version of the super serums that were passed around governments. of course, the red room had to have their own.
was that their plan here? to give this widow the same serum? they hadn't even let anya heal before making their move. the red room shot her down, dragged her into an cell, and told the other widows she was dead all so that they could remake her in their image. - without the red room, who would she have? she was alone.
anya didn't hesitate. they wanted ruthless, and so they will have it. the elder widow hooked the others ankle with her own foot and pulling. she was fast enough to knock the younger to the ground flat on their back. she stepped back, waiting to see what the other widow would do next. this was her test - and how she was going to improve the other widow so that she was practically marble. ( @drekkavac )
#✡ ( IC. ) ― ACCESSING FILES. ― IN CHARACTER.#✡ ( IC. ) ― ACCESSING MISSION FILES. ― REPLIES.#✡ ( CH. ) ― CH 03. GOOD SOLDIERS FOLLOW ORDERS.#V. MARVEL.#farforvdova
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Bitchass pose
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#art#fanart#symbrock#venom#nex#tom hardy#veddie#eddie brock#nex art#marvel#marvel rivals#venom marvel rivals#top surgery scars v because i can
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#yellowjackets#arcane#you#challengers#gen v#the boys#scream#marvel mcu#agatha harkness#agatha all along#lottie matthews#natalie scatorccio#tashi duncan#sam carpenter smuts#amber freeman#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#ellie williams#abby anderson#yelena belova#quinn fabray#robin buckley
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a crossover absolutely nobody asked for!
#loki series#loki#hades game#hades 2#WORLDS i typo'd i'll fix that later#hades spoilers#?#Marvel#Mcu#marvel cinematic universe#my art#Mine#okay that feels weirdly possessive lol#okay i’m v aware these aren't even the same mythologies but I wanted to study the art style so!#procreate#digital art#artists on tumblr#loki season 2#loki season 2 spoilers#also the dialogue isn't great in my defence I'm very tired sorry 😭
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They never thought they would 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 make it to that happily every after that so many people took for granted. Even if they remained out of the clutches of their captors , they always thought they would live their entire lives feeling like they were 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 something that everyone else around them had. Someone to love. In whatever form that took. A simple desire. Something so simple … It often times seemed like a 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍. Not always , & always something Anya was too afraid to want until Marcus had come along.
❝ Hopefully we can at least hold them off long enough to make a quick getaway. ❞ They joked. Though being quick was going to be 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 compared to how quick they normally were. Still faster than most , but pain when you breathed hurt no matter how enhanced you were. Anya had just learned to 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄 the pain for the most part. ❝ Hopefully the currently broken ribs can still join us on said vacation. ❞ Another joke. A dark one. That was the usual for Anya. They were never good at jokes , always relying on the only thing they had experience with. The dark stuff.
a soft chuckle would come from marcus's pursed lips. something about anya made him feel warm, safe & comfortable. he cared about her. TRULY. his callused hands gently caressed her hands as he sat next to her on the bed, his brown hues looking into hers. " anywhere nice? south of france? venice? or somewhere we can not get into trouble.. "
" ah, like they would never notice us not answering.. we work on our own terms.. " that bright smile that often remained hidden - only reserved for a select few people that he could trust; HIS FAMILY & ANYA. " just us. a nice vacation, no broken ribs; no bullets. just us having a breath of fresh air for once. "
#✡ ( IC. ) ― ACCESSING MISSION FILES. ― REPLIES.#✡ ( CH. ) ― CH 05. BEAUTIFUL IS BORING.#V. MARVEL.#renownedagent
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you can run but you can’t hide
Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal
summary: you sleep with one witch without killing her and suddenly your girlfriend has the time to hunt you down. Go figure.
Or, Agatha wants Rio’s attention and now she has it. Quick and dirty style.
tags: top!Rio, brief power!bottom Agatha, they are switches after all, fingering (both receiving), knife play, no blood description, biting, thorny vine restraints, possessive Rio, little shit Agatha
masterlist | ao3
authors note: this is early-ish in their relationship. Before Nicky but when Agatha is already well into her serial killer phase.
“Oh, Agatha~” Rio sings.
Her voice comes from all directions. Running from the original green witch in a centuries old forest isn’t the best idea but Agatha is quite literally out of options.
A branch rustles but there’s a suspicious shadow in its opposite direction. Agatha aims slightly for the left of the branch and finds herself sliding into a ditch. Her muffling spell deadens the sound of snapping twigs and sliding leaves. She resists the urge to cast an illusion over her little dip in the ground. Not only would it not work on Death but it would be a dead give away to her. There’s leaves sticking to her face, roots poking her ribs and something sharp grazing her ankle but she doesn’t risk moving.
Leaves crunching in a steady pattern give away footsteps.
“Agatha~” Rio sings out again, a dark edge to her voice Agatha hasn’t heard in a long time. A warning that she’s toeing the line, and not one of the fun ones they like to draw for each other.
Two steps closer and Agatha can see the edge of Rio’s silhouette. Her hand twitches but she doesn’t take the bait. They’ve been playing this game long enough for her to know better.
Her restraint doesn’t matter. Rio already knows where she is. Shrubs grab at her and propel her into Death’s waiting arms.
“Got you,” Rio says with a cheeky grin before slamming her against a tree. Agatha tries to grapple with her but her breath has been forced out of her. Rio has her pinned within a second. “Someone’s been naughty,” she says.
“Can a girl not spend a night curing her loneliness?”
“You know the rules. That is not how you get my attention.” Rio’s pulls her knife out and pokes into the soft flesh under Agatha’s chin.
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” Agatha says.
“Don’t tell me you’re being the jealous one, Agatha. You can summon me whenever you like,” Rio says as she trails the knife down Agatha’s throat.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the area’s a little bare of witches at the moment.”
“And yet you still managed to find one to bed,” Rio’s smile edges more towards a snarl.
“A green one too,” Agatha smiles as Rio’s snarl stretches further. “I knew that would get under your skin.”
“Oh, Agatha,” Rio knife digs in, “We both know the only thing under my skin is you.”
“Prove it,” Agatha snarls back. She goes for the knife but Rio digs it in deeper.
“Careful, sweetheart, you know what happens when my claws come out,” she slides her knife lightly along Agatha’s neck. Just enough to make a thin, red cut.
“They’re not out already?” Agatha asks. “Was me fucking another woman not enough?”
Rio growls and throws Agatha to the ground face first. Agatha doesn’t get a chance to push herself back up. Rio jumps on top of her and she narrowly avoids slamming her chin into the ground. She expects at least a few more verbal jabs but Rio’s been pushed past her limit. She forces herself between Agatha’s legs, keeping her down with a hand pressing her head into the dirt, and tears off Agatha’s pants. Half a second later and she’s forcing three fingers into Agatha’s soaked cunt. They moan together.
It only takes three harsh thrusts for Agatha to stop being disappointed that the game is over so quickly. She pushes back onto Rio’s fingers and Rio’s grip tightens in her hair.
“If you’re so desperate then come,” she demands with a snarl.
They’ve only just started yet Rio curls her fingers and Agatha finds herself right on the edge. Rio leans down and sinks her sharp teeth into the vulnerable skin on her neck and Agatha comes with a muffled scream.
Rio removes her teeth and laughs against Agatha’s skin.
“She must’ve been bad if that’s all it took,” she says.
“Who?” Agatha murmurs through her post-orgasm haze. Rio laughs again. She ignores Agatha’s whine as she gently pulls out and turns her over. She settles on Agatha’s hips.
“Who owns you, Agatha?” she murmurs as she runs her wet fingers down Agatha’s throat, enjoying the way Agatha basks in the attention. One corner of Agatha’s mouth twitches up.
“That witch,” she says. Rio’s fingers close around her throat. She doesn’t break eye contact.
“You don’t even remember her name.”
“I never even knew it,” Agatha says with that same teasing smile.
What should cancel out her previous statement makes it burn hotter by the way she says it. Thorny vines shoot out to wrap around her wrists and ankles.
“I could just leave you here,” Rio threatens.
“You won’t,” Agatha says with such certainty it infuriates Rio.
Another vine caresses Agatha’s throat before wrapping around it. She’s right. Rio has gone too long without her to leave her so soon. That doesn’t mean she has to satisfy her.
Rio begins grinding down and Agatha watches her with that same lazy smirk.
“Don’t get too cocky, Agatha. I’m going use you to come and then leave you here wanting.”
“Just like that other green witch did?”
Rio gnashes her teeth together. She resists the urge to sink them into Agatha again. Her anger will create too much force and she’ll break something.
Instead, Rio leans down, never faltering in her rhythm, to breathe the same air as her love. She watches as Agatha drinks in every inch of her expression as she gets closer and closer. That cocky look turns into desire which then turns into pure want as Rio nears the edge. Rio’s eyes flutter close and she leans that little bit closer so her lips brush Agatha’s. Agatha tries to close the gap but the thorns cutting into her skin keep her still. Rio moans into her mouth.
A needy sound leaving her has Agatha squirming but it’s too late. Rio shudders on top of her and comes before Agatha gets a chance to fully enjoy it.
The desperate eyes that greet Rio are almost as sweet as her orgasm. She gently runs her fingers over Agatha’s cheek before gripping her face tightly.
“Don’t ever do that again,” she growls, her eyes creeping towards their other-worldly purple glow.
Or what? Agatha wants to say but Rio’s grip is too tight. The challenge is still clear on her face and Rio’s nails lengthen to dig into her skin.
“You are mine, Agatha Harkness,” Rio hisses. “I can make you wish you were dead as much as I can make you feel alive.”
There’s a much darker note under Rio’s voice than Agatha is used to. Her challenging look turns wary. She doubts this game will ever stop being fun but that doesn’t mean nastier moments can’t sneak through. She doesn’t want Rio to doubt her devotion. That would be more dangerous than anything she’s attempted before.
“I claim you, Rio Vidal, Death, The First Green Witch,” Agatha declares. Rio’s eyes widen a fraction. “You are mine as I am yours, until the end of time.”
The words carry a hint of magic and Rio’s snarl slides off her face.
“I am yours as you are mine,” Rio breathes with the same amount of devotion. A hint of desperation hidden by Rio sealing the vow with a kiss. Soft at first but quickly devolving into their usual hunger.
Rio removes the vine keeping Agatha’s neck pinned, so she doesn’t have to break the kiss as she rises slightly on her knees and slips her fingers back inside of Agatha. Agatha moans into her mouth and Rio swallows it eagerly. She wants to devour her, merge their bodies and bind their souls as one. For now she settles for chasing Agatha across the continent and pulling every lick of pleasure she can from her.
Agatha’s magic snaps the rest of vines holding her down, thorns slicing her as she reaches for Rio. Her hands find the back of Rio’s neck and the bodice of her dress. Rio’s less punishing thrusts allow her room to guide the kiss. Her hand moves from Rio’s bodice to the skirts of her dress and tugs them up until she can get it under. She gives Rio the same treatment she’s receiving and slips three fingers into her heat, quickly matching her rhythm. Fingers curl, thumbs find clits, teeth scrape over skin and tongues dips into mouths. They become one moaning, writhing mess as they both reach their peaks before collapsing into each other.
Panting slightly, Agatha gently moves hair out of Rio’s face. She’s wearing that look that means she wants to consume Agatha but her eyes are flashing violet in the way that means too many bodies are calling. The strain of ignoring it is apparent on her face.
“Go do your job, Death,” Agatha releases her. “But don’t be so long this time, hmm?”
“You won’t leave the next one alive,” Rio says firmly.
“There are other ways to torture you, my love,” Agatha says softly, like it’s a sweet promise. Rio’s eyes flash a deeper purple, no death magic lightening them.
“I shall return soon,” she promises.
Soon to death can be very different to life but Agatha accepts the promise with a kiss.
“Te veo,” Rio whispers against her lips before getting up and fading back into the dark.
Agatha lies there for a along while, getting her breath back.
#birdsong sings#birdsong writes#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agathario#rio vidal#smut#dom!rio#top!rio#bottom!Agatha#sub!agatha#power!bottom agatha#agatha harkness x río dival#agatha x rio#agatha harkness fanfiction#agatha h.#rio v.#rio vidal fanfiction#agatha fanfic#rio fanfic#agatha marvel#agatha smut#rio smut#agathario smut#agatha.rio
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . ─ still accepting .
❝ Okay , so I know I'm all about not TOUCHING anything in my apartment . ❞ They're setting up for something . Pulling him in by the hand into her Brooklyn apartment for another sleepover . They've grown , now Anya's comfortable with him actually staying the night . Something that always takes 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 to get to . But with @renownedagent Marcus it was … Easy . ❝ But you've been staying the night a lot lately & my dad & I still wanna do our traditional runs so .. ❞ As they reach her room , Anya pulls him to the wardrobe , pulling the door open with their other hand to reveal a bare section of the wardrobe . ❝ Now you have a space for your stuff . ❞ They had gotten the advice from their DAD actually . Asking when the guy was moving in . They weren't ready for that … But it had got them thinking . ❝ Only if you want of course . Totally up to you . ❞
#║▌ THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. // IC.#║▌ NEW MISSION FILES. // STARTERS.#v. marvel.#║▌ BEAUTIFUL IS BORING. // CH. 04.#renownedagent
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☺️🪷
#marvel#aubrey plaza#rio vidal#marvel women#mcu#marvel phase 5#agatha all along#agatha all along spoilers#agatha all along season 1#agatha all along series#rio vidal x reader#rio vidal x you#**a.p.#- rio v. -> sc
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There would likely 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 come a day when Anya wouldn't be attempting to pick apart their memories determined to seek out the inaccuracies. The problem with watching 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 be taken from you , you could never really stop being afraid that something you were so 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 of before , ended up being nothing but a lie.
Any sane person would 𝐑𝐔𝐍 for the hills. Nobody could possibly be worth the trouble. But it was 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 going to be that simple between Anya & Jamie. She should have known better really. No matter the circumstances , they would 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 have one another's backs. She didn't deserve it , nothing would 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 make her believe that she did , but it was something that in the end .. They could always rely on.
Mismatched eyes stared back at 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ones that he had , mirroring her own. A 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 thing about them that had always been something Anya held close to her , until 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 had forced them to hide even that from her appearance. He was right though … Every time she looked at 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 , reminders of things she was missing in life would come creeping back to pry open those WOUNDS again.
The thing they 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐃 onto with a vice grip though , were the words that they were still his sister. Even if she didn't 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑? Even if she did things that would make his skin crawl? Even if she became a completely 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 person all together? Those questions , the same that 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 crept up when they were alone , came flooding back , evident in the 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 look their eyes gave off.
Brows 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 though when he mentioned that if she 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 open up , then this was going to be their fate. Her head shakes nervously. ❝ I want us to be okay. ❞ The words are 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 at first. Their voice small for a moment before letting out a huff , their shoulders sinking slightly. ❝ Everything's just … So fucked up , I don't even know where to even START. ❞ & more importantly … How were they supposed to know what was real & what wasn't.
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He was upset at himself almost immediately after he had snapped the way that he just did at Anya. Once upon a time, Jamie wouldn't have unleashed so many bottled up feelings on to his sister.
Before they had defected from HYDRA, he barely spoke a word to ANYBODY, and while they were living in Canada, he had been so sick of being SELECTIVELY MUTE that he tried to talk to his sister and dad at every chance that he got. They were people that, tried and true, had never gotten ANGRY AT HIM for speaking.
Now, he was somewhere in the middle. In the worst way possible. It was like relational PURGATORY, where he knew that if he didn't speak, it would cause him problems with others...but if he DID wind up saying the wrong thing, or even the RIGHT THING at the WRONG TIME, it could send him relapsing into his inner child that just wanted to SHUT UP and hide away where nobody could find him.
The constant torture of the anxiety had apparently been building for too long though, culminating into this moment.
Great job, GENIUS, if she didn't hate you before for letting her down, she's got even more reason now for you BERATING HER...
His CENSURING VOICE within his own mind was loud...but it was Anya's eventual answer that felt like he'd been run down by a SEMITRUCK. Jamie's entire body felt numb for a second, as though his blood had just STOPPED moving through his veins. His shoulders sunk lower, but his muscles weren't exactly RELAXING. No, it felt more like they were trying to CRUMBLE. Give up.
While he hadn't been entirely sure on the extent to which Anya had her memories tampered with, he still couldn't have imagined the magnitude of the weight it must have been on her. She was extremely intelligent, her mind was just as much in overdrive as Jamie's own often was...so it must have led to a HYPER AWARENESS of there being SOMETHING MISSING.
And on top of that...V had personally taken any connection that she had made him privy to. In a moment of vulnerability and confusion, she had come to him with the memories and as punishment they had been TORN AWAY from her completely.
A rough breath exhaled from his nose as his chest rose and fell visibly, his head turning away from her as he blinked back the wetness in his eyes. When he turned back to face her, the tears were still welled in his hues.
"It MATTERED," he countered with a firm tone that had required him to summon all of his courage to speak, "you remembered your FAMILY, and it fucking mattered, Anya, and y'know how I know that...?" His question was rhetorical and he gave her the answer as he took a small step closer to her.
"I know that because it scared th' SHIT outta them that you remembered me at all. Me OR dad. They did everything they COULD to try to make you forget completely, but it's all still up there." Jamie pointed at his own temple for emphasis on Anya's mind and how it was SALVAGEABLE. He took a breath and shook his head slightly, allowing his hand to fall back to his side.
"Anya, even if you still didn't remember anything about me, you'd still be my SISTER. I'd still WORRY about you, and I'd still wanna be able t' TALK t' you..." His throat felt a little tighter but he pressed on.
"If we keep at this though, this...silent treatment, avoidance BULLSHIT...then no. It didn't matter, because it can't matter, because I can't matter. PLEASE, Anya..." Jamie met her eyes directly at that junction of his impassioned statement. This time, his voice broke under the strain of his hurt though.
"I can't...I can't do this alone," he reasoned, "an'...nobody but you is ever REALLY gonna know what it was like."
#║▌ THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. // IC.#║▌ ACCESSING MISSION FILES. // REPLIES.#v. marvel.#vintertsarn
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