au scenarios open post

[ofstarlight]

AU SCENARIOS OPEN POST !

» Hit this up for all kinds of scenarios. » Put my character's name in the subject line. If you leave it blank, I'll surprise you with a muse. » Prose and brackets are both welcomed. » Here are some possibilities but open to all sorts of things! Stranded. Arranged Marriage. Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse. Assassins. Fake relationships / engagements / marriages. Victorian Era. Fairy Tales. Mythology. The Hunger Games. Harry Potter. The 100. Pick one of my characters: here.

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Clark Kent / Superman

[something_else]

They say that you can't go home again, and after five years in hell, Oliver Queen had at last returned to Starling City. That said, the saying held true, he was still far from home in his soul. He had left on that boat the son of a billionaire, heir to an economic empire that is Queen Consolidated, a playboy, and a (multiple) college dropout. He'd lost his father, and others too, in that time-span. In addition, he'd lost his whole worldview and mindset as well, everything was different. His father, before taking his own life to save Oliver, had removed the rose-tinted glasses that Ollie used to see the world through. He now knew that his father, and many others, were crooked and evil - he knew they needed to be stopped. Fortunately, five years in hell did wonders for him, and turned him into a deadly weapon. It was time the criminals of Starling City were brought to justice, one way or another...

[hiddenidentity]

No matter how anyone tried to prevent it, evil would always lurk around and try to overtake everything else. But good would always triumph in the end, something Clark just had to believe even if it seemed a little naive in some ways. He knew there were struggles, of course, and he wouldn't always win but it didn't matter as long as there were others to slide in and fight. He didn't need to be the shining light as long as there were others right there along with him. Now, while he appreciated others taking up the cause, there were those who did not go about things the right way. The vigilantes of the world were nearly as dangerous as the criminals they were supposedly fighting against. There had to be limits and rules or anarchy would win out.

Landing on the ground in Starling City, Clark looked around to try and find where he had been informed the 'Green Arrow' lurked. The newest vigilante and one Clark needed to check into. Things were very conflicted lately all over the place and they didn't need anyone else adding to the chaos.

@bragnificent

[wreckshavoc]

[ with the lingering promise of freedom right at their fingertips, Veronica quickly shoved another bag into the trunk. a tiny frown pulled at her features because she might not be able to close the trunk with all her 'essential' things. like she could help it she needed outfits for every occasion. did Reggie really need more than one bag? yanking out one bag, she decided to put it in the backseat instead, getting things all set before Reggie came back out of the house and noticed her 'situating' things. ]

REG! COME ON! [ it would be a long drive but the road trip aspect of it would be fun. one last hooray before they needed to be more serious minded students. ] YOU ARE THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL! [ if he didn't hurry he would lose the right to drive and would have to deal with her terror skills. she drove too fast for one thing and had a lot of 'road rage' for another. not really the best combination to deal with. ]

[bragnificent]

God, would you hold your horses, Ronnie-- I'm coming, all right, here I come!

[ Not that their positions couldn't just as easily be reversed, with Reggie impatiently honking the horn trying to rush Veronica outside... but such is not the case today. Reggie slams the door shut and practically vaults down the porch steps as he heads toward the car, a backpack and duffelbag both slung half-assedly over one shoulder.

He opens the trunk of the car and stares, unimpressed, at how crammed it is. ]

Wow, thanks. I mean, why would I need clothes, right? That's nuts.

[ But then he tosses his bags into to the backseat, too, before getting into the driver's seat. It's not worth getting upset about, though, especially not before they're about to go on the road; he has way more shit too, honestly, but he's having the rest shipped-- mostly because packing light is impossible but he does not want to make more than one trip. ]

Well, this is it. You ready?

@takesabeating | ghost au

[stevegrogers]

[ Ducking into a rather rundown looking building, Steve let out a relieved breath. The place looked really nondescript and would allow them a small reprieve from not only the fighting but from the constant sound of gunfire. Stripping off his helmet, Steve made his way up the stairs to have some privacy from the rest of the Commandos. He enjoyed the comradely aspect of the group, of course, but he also wanted some semblance of privacy for the first time in months.

The bedroom meeting his eyes looked as rundown as the rest of the place but it actually had a bed. Yes. Flopping back onto it, Steve let out a slow groan, toeing off his boots to let them slip off to the side and land with a soft thud onto the ground.

The scent of food rose to greet him from downstairs but he didn't feel like moving yet. He'd grab for something later. Moving onto his stomach, Steve tried to make himself comfortable, also ignoring the fact he really needed a shower and had made a greater mess of the bed. ]

[murdocksboy]

[ There are noises downstairs. The sounds of soldiers, and for a moment a panic rises in Matt until he hears their accents. There's no race to provide medical aid, however, which makes him wonder what might have brought them. Will the enemy follow? What if their presence draws attention to the little makeshift hospital?

Concern for the wounded men and the kind civilians who've taken them in, he hurries toward the staircase, only to come face to face with one of them. A tall, broad man, with a heavy step that speaks of exhaustion. Matt is moving to quickly to stop, and he tenses for the impending impact.

Except that it doesn't happen. The man goes right through him, cause a wave of disorientation and nausea that sends Matt to his knees on the stairs. On its heels is a rush of memory, one that makes him raise his hand to his face with soft sob.

He can feel the blood, but he can't see the way it paints his hand. Even in death, the injury remains. And now he remembers that this isn't a hospital any longer. There's no one here but him, and nothing he can do to help anyone at all.

Rising to his feet, he moves slowly back up the stairs and down the hall, stopping in the doorway to one of the bedrooms. The old bed creaks under the soldier's weight, and Matt wonders how much time has passed since he breathed his last in that very spot. ]

@thegoodbad.

[stevegrogers]

[ The safety afford to him in Wakanda ended the moment he left the boundary line of the country but he couldn't stand being so secluded anymore and needed missions to take care of. He always thought of himself a soldier and needed tasks to have a direction and a purpose of some sort. The current objective being the extraction of a high level operative of HYDRA to learn the intel he had stored up. The man had deflected and Steve needed to know why before the organization managed to silence him.

Creeping through the bushes, Steve looked up at the warehouse where he tracked the man to. So, he waited for the man to move from the hideout and when he finally made an appearance, Steve didn't even have time to grab for the man before shots were fired.

Damn it.

Rushing forward, Steve tackled the man but the ensuing battle ended with him having a busted lip and the man slipping off to who knew where. Hands resting on his hips, he turned to the direction of where he heard the shots. He only knew of one person with such a deadly accurate shot and he hadn't seen him in years. ]

Come out now, Frank! [ The demand to his tone left little room for argument. ] Let me tell you all about how you ruined my extraction.

[thegoodbad]

[Frank should have known where there was HYDRA to be found, some member of the Avengers wouldn't be too far behind. There are certain jobs he's sure to plan accordingly because he knows he could be interrupted by one annoying hero or another, but he didn't think a lone high level shithead would be enough to stir up the attention of Captain America... all by himself, to boot.

The shot goes clean through the bastard's shoulder, only missing because he wanted to, his next bullet meant for the man's left knee - before the goddamn flash of red, white, and blue runs right by him and gets in the way, scuffling with the man before he manages to run off. Frank watches this with disappointment through the scope of his weapon, never getting enough of a clean shot to put him down. He glares before getting onto his feet, staring down at Steve from up high on the roof of the same warehouse.]

Looks to me like you're the one who ruined it. [A scoff.] I left a trail to follow.

@wanda. little mermaid AU.

[stevegrogers]

[ Sailing on the high seas for so long, Prince Steve decided to have a little fun and grabbed onto one of the ropes to climb his way up to the lookout point but before he reached the area, he allowed himself to swing a little. The gasps below on the deck only made him laugh but the disapproving look of his 'chaperon', sobered him a tad. The man rattling off his antics would only make his aunt more insistent about settling down and assuming the throne. As if he even wanted the responsibility in the first place.

Moving into the perch, he allowed for the wind to whisk through his hair and the sun to beat down onto his face. The last remains of the sun, at least, because soon enough the moon would rise and bring them one step closer to his awaiting kingdom.

He started to call down to the crew to settling in for the night when the tides began to change violently. Odd. ]

All hands on deck! [ His voice called down as he hurried to land his feet back on the deck with the rest of the scurrying members. The waters churned up more, practically slamming into the vessel and try as they might they could not navigate away from the looming rocks heading their way. ]

Brace for impact! [ With a sickening crunching sound the vessel slammed into the jagged rocks, sending everyone and everything flying everywhere. Steve hit the water so hard nearly all the air wheezed out of his lungs and he sunk down like a stone. It took a few moments for him to become aware again but when he did he tried to fight the way back to the surface, lungs burning and chest feeling heavier and heavier by the moment.

No, no, no. He needed to resurface and help his crew - his family. They mattered more to him than anyone else back in the kingdom and he couldn't lose them.

He couldn't. ]

[divulsion]

[She told herself she wasn't going to do it again. After the last time she swore to herself that she would never again try to break the curse that kept her chained to her lonely island. It wasn't worth the hope or the inevitable heartbreak that came. The first two hundred years she'd dashed herself against the fickle hearts of men, hoping that one would come to love her in spite of what she was.

Her jailers had condemned her for what she was, had cursed her for circumstances beyond her control rather than judge her for her heart or actions. For decades she'd tried again and again to find the one man who might see past what she was and come to love her for who she was.

And every time they had learned the truth, the whole truth, they had turned their backs on her and condemned her as surely as those before.

She'd told herself she wouldn't shipwreck another young man onto this island, for the last hundred years, over and over again she tried to teach herself to be content with her solitary existence. She honed her magic and saw to the prosperity of this island. She hunted game and farmed the land, she fished the oceans and explored its depths for the treasure of ships that had sunk beneath the waves. And every time a ship had come near her island she'd resisted the urge to try once more.

Until she saw him.

There was something about the way he'd stood on board, something proud and free that had appealed to her. She'd felt her heart soar watching him hang without fear from the rigging of the ship even as the waves had tossed it to and fro. Treading water not far off, mermaid-tail churning beneath her to keep her aloft she'd found herself transfixed. There was no part of her that could resist him. The pain of what she'd lost and the constant heartbreak had dulled in the absence of company. The lure of everything he embodied and represented outweighed the history of her incarceration. Hope kindled in her breast and she didn't even think twice before using her magic to call harsh winds and rough waves to batter the ship. Single-minded in her purpose she drew a storm to crash over that ship, again and again until the man flew free of it.

And at once, she swam beneath the water to retrieve him, to save him and pull him ashore before he could die among the bones of so many sailors who had traveled too close to her island before.]

@cheryl (hashtagtwinning).

[wreckshavoc]

[ Riverdale: the town sounded quaint and Veronica didn't know how to handle it. Big cities she knew how to manoeuvrer around and disappear into her own niche but small towns revealed too much. Why should she care? Well, she had a very big secret and she needed to make sure no one discovered it.

Sighing deeply to herself, Veronica went into the local hangout. Pops? Did she fall into a 50s sitcom or something? With a roll of her eyes, she went over to the counter to order a burger, fries and a chocolate milkshake before taking a seat at one of the booths. She removed her gloves and sat them aside, eyes drifted over to some of the other patrons.

The whole retro vibe would lose its appeal really quick but what could she do? Her mother wanted to move them back to her hometown and refused to listen to any of her arguments on the matter.

Fingertips sparking for a moment, she quickly managed to wrap her emotions back under control just as her food clanged onto the table. Too close. ]

@cheryl (hashtagtwinning).

[hashtagtwinning]

[ Quaint was, perhaps, the perfect word for Riverdale. Cheryl Blossom knows this better than anyone; Riverdale is a small town, one that she may as well be the queen of. Or, princess of. It doesn't really matter; what matters is that she's notorious.

Rarely is she out without her hand in Jason's, or her arm slipped through his. They make quite the picture, she knows; there are whisperings amongst the townspeople about them. About her family, in general. But it doesn't matter, because she is bold, and strong, and powerful. She is fire. And she is feared.

Today is different. Jay-Jay is nowhere to be seen. His lack of presence is exhilarating as it is terrifying for Cheryl; but she can function on her own. Particularly when there's business to take care of.

Jason dislikes her "petty games," anyway. And when there's a new heiress in town, it's only polite to introduce herself. Which is why, with a flash of red hair and redder lipstick, she swiftly enters Pop's--and places one hand with long, red talons on the table in front of Veronica. ]

Cheryl Blossom. May I sit?

[ She offers a smile, and sits without waiting for Veronica to speak. ]

@lexa.

[skiesprincess]

[ The shot rang through the air, the noise reverberating throughout Clarke's body as she looked on in horror at Lexa nearly crumbling to the ground. Without thinking twice, she darted out to catch her and bring them both over to the bed. Frantically, she tore at Lexa's clothing to find where the bullet lodge itself all the while trying to fumble for her makeshift first aid kit she kept with her. ]

You're going to be okay. [ The words were to reassure her as much as Lexa if not more. Tears stinging her eyes, she readied the utensils and disinfected as best as she could before she started to pull the bullet out and stitch up the wound. She finished up by bandaging it, her eyes barely leaving Lexa's face the entire time.

At least, Titus had stumbled away and left them to deal with things. ]

I know we don't have a lot of time but you have to rest for now, I mean it. We can worry about everything else later.

[hedalexa]

[It's like a bad dream, the kind of nightmare you have in the two hours sleep you get before a battle.

There are no words to be said when she looks down at the black stain of her blood leaking out of her, the gun in Titus' hand... and Clarke. She must have thought of dying a million times before. Heda's came and went like the summer birds, she had been an exception, but even those don't last forever.

But she didn't think it would end like this, with the sharp, suddenness of it all, the taste of Clarke still lingering on her lips, the hope that she could get her to stay still sticking to the back of her throat with all the words she was sure she would never, now, get to say.

The world seems to swim beneath her, and then she's grabbed, picked up by arms she would know in any lifetime... arms she could never have conceived of betraying her. Titus.

It doesn't matter anymore, her head is light, her body trembles as she tries to focus on Clarke, on her sweet face that had been smiling not ten minutes before, on the worry that now creases her brow as she tries to staunch the blood flow, tries to find something to fix Lexa's wound.

She had never been one to let things be.]

Clarke. [her voice doesn't feel right, the pain too sharp for her to completely mask that she feels it but she presses on.] Clarke do not be afraid. [Death is not the end, she almost adds, but, it would be, for Clarke. She has never given Lexa anything but disbelieving looks when that comes up. It is not in the Skaikru nature to accept death.

At least, it was not in Clarke's so Lexa makes no noise of protest when Clarke starts to dig around inside the wound, seeking the traitorous bullet that had ruined a day that had barely been salvaged, to begin with.

She ignores the way her eyes water and her vision spins as each stitch pulls her unwilling flesh back together, she even manages to smile a little when Clarke is done and tells her to rest.]

If you do not go, you will never get past the blockade. You wish to be with your people, you still can. [She tries for reassuring as her fingers squeeze Clarkes, but her grip is as fuzzy as her vision is right now, and she's not sure she's helping her case.

Not that it's a case she wants to make... but Clarke was clearly no safer in Polis. Titus had been the one the commanders in her dream had warned her about. Of all the people it could've been.]

@buildsomething | soulmates AU.

[stevegrogers]

[ Emotions fueled everything, sometimes as soft as a whisper, feather light and fleeting while other times they were consuming to the very depths of a person, pulling them underneath currents without any mercy. But each and every person in their society wanted to feel something because it ensured a soulmate; the perfect other half to make you whole. It sounded rather cliche and fairy book but it held things together when it could have spiraled into ultimate demise.

If someone didn't feel anything but their own sense of self it meant they were one of the very, very rare unmarked ones. The unmarked were scorned and thought of as dangerous because why would mother nature deem someone unfit for another half?

Typically, they were tossed into the outback, far away from everyone else to not taint them all with their instability. Whether such an instability existed mattered very little.

For Steve Rogers, he just so happened to be soulmate-less but he managed to keep it to himself and when he crashed the plane to save the world, it didn't really matter in the end. His tattoo never made sense and he never felt his soulmate there in the back of his mind. No one ever shared his emotions and as much as it pained him, his demise meant Peggy could once again focus on finding her intended rather than lose focus with him.

Waking up seventy or so years later really tossed him for a loop. Anxiously pacing back and forth in the same room they had him in after they explained what happened, Steve waited for the one they assigned to help him 'acclimate'.

The last name being Stark made him both eager and fearful. Both emotions remained when the man entered the room and for the first time in his entire life he felt a surge, a ping and his tattoo felt hot, white hot, in fact resting on his chest.

It never made any sense but little did he know the tattoo was a replica of the arc reactor featured on Tony's chest. ]

[buildsomething]

[Tony had never been a big fan of the whole soulmate thing. He made a lot of noises about being an empiricist, about there being no real scientific evidence, but the truth was a lot more prosaic than that. Howard Stark's son had known what the shield on the inside of his right wrist meant the second he was old enough to understand what a soulmate was.

The universe had tied him to a dead man. Hilarious.

Except it hadn't stopped laughing, apparently, because some three decades later Tony had been in the middle of poking at one of his myriad projects when his chest suddenly twisted so hard that for a second Tony thought the reactor had failed. The surge vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving ghostly echoes of shock, confusion and an overwhelming sadness. And none of it was his.

He'd been in the middle of reaching for the phone when Fury called. And Fury had to have known, for all that he'd been nothing but his usual charming self when he'd barked that Tony had better get his ass over there. Tony had been hiding his mark for most of his life, but Fury was Fury. And no one in their right mind would have called in Tony Stark over something as delicate as trying to re-acclimate a man to a new century if there hadn't been some ulterior motive. For once, Tony hadn't argued.

So here he was. Staring at a man who was born sixty years before him but looked twenty years younger. His right hand twitched slightly at the heat spreading from the mark on his wrist, and he folded his arms across his chest, trying to find some semblance of calm here.]

Captain Rogers. I'm Tony Stark.

[As first introductions went, it probably could have gone better.]

@joe | text.

[rhardy]

[ after talking with claire about the murders, she directed him to talk to her husband since he knew far more about eye imagery and what might motivate the serial killer there. with a shake of his head, ryan grabbed for his phone to text the professor to set up a meeting. ]

This is Ryan Hardy with the FBI. Your wife gave me your number and I wanted to see when would be a good time for you to meet and discuss? She said you'd have more insights with what we're dealing with.

@surprise me!

[withthebau]

[ sometimes crimes happened suddenly and proceeded to change everything by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, which so happened to be where JJ found herself along with the other witness. the witness she now found herself 'married' to as a witness protection sort of thing. they had tangled up with what seemed like the mafia but the team worried about scratch being involved and he always went to such great lengths to make things happen. they couldn't risk it.

so, now she found herself in the middle of nowhere in an amish-like town. they were given new identities, clothing, the whole lot. they managed to make it seem like she just so happened to be one of the long last cousins to the brook family. the brook's clan owned the land they were staying on, situated in one of the outer housing units, which seemed like it once housed servants but she kept the distaste to herself. ]

How you holding up? I know it's a lot to process but we should talk to get our stories straight on our relationship. We can't rouse any suspension.

AU where Zolo is a Marine idk

[cuauhocelotl]

[ This is without question the strangest and most unwelcome situations Lt. Etzli Zolo has ever found himself in, and he's done some things in his life that he's not even legally allowed to talk about. He barely knows the young woman he's supposed to pretend to be married to, and although she seems both intelligent and competent, he feels profoundly out of his element.

She can't be feeling any happier about it, though. Zolo needs to remember that, and do what he can to avoid becoming an annoyance or a burden. He'd probably be dead if it weren't for JJ and the BAU. ]

I'm good, ma'am. Sorry- Jennifer. [ He makes a face, rubbing the bridge of his nose. ] Need to work on that. I guess we want to put as much truth in as we can, right? To make it easier to remember?

@tony | time travel au.

[backalleywars]

[ walking along the docks on his way home, Steve paused in his trek as he noticed an out of the place lump resting along the side. odd. he probably should have continued walking but curiosity pushed him to move closer and take in the crumbled form of a man. he appeared - with a slightly shaky hand, Steve squatted down to check his breathing and heartbeat. both were there and some of the tension left his shoulders in swift relief. not a dead boy then but he still needed to get the guy away from the docks before all the workers filed in because they would - well, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.

shaking the guy, Steve caught sight of a watch on the man's wrist and it looked very expensive, a direct contrast to the rags on his body.

a thief, maybe? knocked out during a heist? ]

[buildsomething]

[Something was shaking him. Tony groaned and batted at the hands, trying to get them to stop rattling his head. It already felt like the worst kind of hangover, only he couldn't remember the fun part of drinking first.

Actually, he couldn't remember much of anything. A fight, maybe? His head was too fuzzy to focus. And he was still being insistently shaken.]

Will you knock it off? [He grumbled the words out roughly, slitting his eyes open to see who was bothering him.]

@jacob | soulmates au.

[stevegrogers]

[ to say the least, soulmates never really landed too high on Steve's radar even before the serum because he always doubted having one and the other person actually wanting him.

it turned out he not only had a soulmate but an immortal one. they had met a couple of times, each one strained but this time they decided to actually spend some time together and have more of a 'date like' setting.

the selection? an arcade. no one should ever let Steve pick the locations. ]

@wanda | heat au.

[stevegrogers]

How are you feeling?
It's been a few days, I know, but I wanted to check on you.

[divulsion]

I'm alright [That's not reassuring.] fine [Sounds like you're trying to shut him down...] good.

[The truth.]

A little sore but I prefer it to the lingering shakiness I normally get.

[When she'd had no one, it had taken longer for her body to get back to normal. Longer for the effects of her heat to taper off, longer for her head and her emotions to all get back to where they'd been.]

werewolf au @ steve

[wingedman]

The jungles of Wakanda were no place for a wolf. In fact, he'd already been rather pointedly warned off by T'Challa, who'd been able to smell the canine lurking under his skin a mile away, with an unsubtle hint that there were panthers stalking the jungle at night.

(He couldn't help ruffling the king's fur, and they both knew it. It made for an uneasy cohabitation, to say the least.)

The whole thing made him irritable; it was too hot under his thick coat of sandy fur, he couldn't hunt anything on the palace grounds, and there wasn't even enough cover to hide in the moonlight. He felt entirely exposed - from a security standpoint, he understood why, but it was damn annoying that if he wanted cover, he had to slink around the edges of buildings. (He suspected T'Challa had at least warned the guards about him, or that they were used to seeing strangely intelligent animals at the full moon.)

They'd been hiding in Wakanda for months, and Sam felt especially snappish. When he heard footsteps on the walk nearby where he was crouched in the grass, instinct drove him to leap and bite, burying his fangs in the human's throat.

[stevegrogers]

Being stuck in Wakanda for the time being made Steve feel cagey and far too closed in but he knew the necessity of it. They talked about forming the Secret Avengers but they still needed time to keep out of sight while things blew over. Both Tony and T'Challa were working on relations with the governments and clearing their criminal records but for the time being they needed to remain in the place giving them sanctuary. Really, he felt thankful, but he loathed being stuck somewhere.

It reminded him far too much of the past and - with a shake of his head, he shoved the thoughts away and instead continued along with his walk. The other residents had gotten mostly used to the team's presence but they seemed to have a greater issue with Sam for some reason. He couldn't understand why when Scott seemed to make more of a show of himself, especially with the food and 'indulging' in the culture.

Shaking his head again, he took a few more steps but thanks to being so lost in his own mind, he failed to notice the wolf ready to attack until it was much too late. Letting out a pained exclamation, Steve sunk to the ground for a moment, managing to push the wolf away a few seconds later.

The hell.

Eyes wide, he pressed fingers against his bleeding throat, trying to quickly decide if he should stay put or try to do something.

fake married @ t'challa

[aproperdoctor]

It was a crazy idea. Absolutely mental, in fact, and this was from a woman who'd fought aliens with Shakespeare. But their lives depended on going undercover and pretending they were married - pretending that T'Challa was a normal person, which, as far as she'd seen, he definitely wasn't - so she just had to grin and bear it.

Which was why they were in a restaurant in Munich - out for a date, ostensibly, before returning to their flat - and Martha was wearing a strappy black dress and heels she really didn't want to have to run in. "Oh, honey, do you think we should get dessert?" she asked, reaching out and touching the back of his hand. "Or would you rather have it back home?" The smile she gave him was ostensibly seductive, but didn't quite reach her eyes.

!!!!

[forwakanda]

To say the least, there were plenty of notorious groups in Africa, all awaiting the chance to have more of a full takeover. There were so many separate leaders all throughout with just as many hoping for the chance to stage a takeover. When it came to T'Challa and Martha, they were in the wrong place at the very wrong time and now needed to lay low until things were worked out and taken care of. The issue went far deeper than usual and seemed to include more governmental entities than at first place, which made it more of a necessity for them to adopt new identities for the time being and to not bring any unnecessary attention.

Easier said than done.

Frowning down at his plate, T'Challa tried and failed to not look too put out by the cuisine. So different from what he tended to enjoy in Wakanda. Eyes flicking upwards to Martha's face, he put a light smile on his face instead. It didn't reach his eyes either. "I believe we should have dessert to go." He tried to play along with her innuendo, calling over the waiter to place the order and pick up the check.

He did, however, enjoy no one really gawking or whispering about him. No one knew of his kingly status here. They were just the 'Johnsons'. The ordinary name caused a little distaste as well but he kept it to himself.

"I will go and get the dessert if you would like to wait in the car for me."

@steve - dragon tony

[buildsomething]

Fighting in snow was nobody's idea of a good time. Why Hydra couldn't build their stupid bases anywhere warmer was a constant question. Then again if Hydra was smart, they wouldn't be having these problems.

Case in point: attempting to drive a heavily armored truck onto a mostly-frozen lake. Granted they had probably been slightly more concerned with an angry Captain America doing his best to tear the truck apart than they were on where they were driving, but it still ended with the ice almost instantly giving way.

The sheer sound of it had caught Tony's attention more than anything else, and it was pure luck that he'd sen the truck vanish. It was also lucky that Cap's shield was particularly shiny, which meant that when Tony instantly went in after him, he found Steve relatively quickly. That was about where their luck had run out, though. Tony had gotten them out of the water and airborne quickly, but the unexpected ice bath had done the armor no favors. He'd managed to set them down without crashing, but only just. Which meant that they were stuck, alone and with no way to contact anyone, and technically still in enemy territory. In the snow. And it didn't take a weatherman to tell that there as a storm coming.

Tony sighed and carefully crouched down to where he'd set Steve down. "Cap? Steve? You with me?"

[stevegrogers]

The constant threat of HYDRA hung heavily over their heads but it finally seemed they were having a burst of good fortune with finding one of the major bases of the operation. Destroying it would issue a big blow to the organization so rather than listen to common sense, Steve continued on with the task at hand, not listening to any of the warning bells when he jumped onto the truck heading onto incredibly thin ice. He knew what would happen and he also knew of his fear of water but the mission won out in the end. Everything else just fell away into the background.

While he managed to destroy their devices, he couldn't flee the truck quickly enough before they were all jerked into the icy cold water. Pain erupted as a needle-like numbness washed over his body. The water painfully stung his eyes, the chill making his limbs feel heavier than usual and it made the struggle to resurface even worse. Darkness began to close in but the pressure on his chest alleviated before he could completely lose sense with the world around him.

Coughing violently when he stopped moving, Steve let out a low groan as shivers jostled his body. In fact, it hurt with how hard the shivers were. Looking over at Tony, he tried to force a smile onto his face. "Yeah, I'm - h-here," he managed, trying to keep the flashbacks at bay from the last time he crashed into such cold water. Feeling cold always terrified him in a way he always tried to hide.

"Are y-you o-okay?"

@t'challa - vampires vs weres

[buildsomething]

Tony might have thrown a considerable amount of time and effort into the whole truce thing, but he still hadn't expected to be actually sent to broker the thing. Sure he could be charming when he put his mind to it, but diplomatic wasn't exactly the first thing that came to mind to describe him. As the unofficial master of New York, he had the power behind him, but here were others that could have made a stronger statement.

If he was a cynical man, he might have said that he'd been sent because someone thought he was expendable. If he worked the truce out, great. If he managed to get himself eaten...well, that worked too.

Not that he was planning on explaining any of that to the were leader currently heading towards him. It was a nice hotel, neutral ground for both of them, and it would a shame to do damage to it so soon. He carefully got to his feet, making sure that his teeth were covered as he smiled, and held out a hand.

"Your highness. Thanks for meeting me."

[forwakanda]

The truce rested along the horizon but one false move would not only topple it to the ground but ignite the centuries old war back into action. Neither side could really afford such a war, especially with the other threats the trees whispered about in the darkness. There were things coming and they would need to form an alliance against them. Loathe as T'Challa wanted to admit needing the help of blood suckers. So undignified.

Keeping his mind neutral, though, T'Challa headed to the hotel and towards one of the leaders of the vampires. The man didn't really look like a vampire but he knew looks were deceiving.

"Pleasure," T'Challa greeted, reaching out to give the man a firm handshake. The coldness always unsettled him but he tried to not dwell on it too long. "Did you come with the terms? There was a territory dispute earlier but we are unwilling to waiver on our stance."

Gesturing towards the nearby tables, T'Challa look a seat, looking entirely displeased with being there at all. "Have you heard any of the darkness coming?" He never knew how much the vampires kept apart of the network when they mostly seemed to stick to their own kind.

@stiles | werewuff au.

[sidecars]

All of Jim's restless energy drains out of one heel tapping on the white linoleum tile covering Beacon Hills high school reception. To everyone else it looks like nerves. It's the first day of a new school, but for him it's a job—A weird one, sure, but one nonetheless. Hey, if it makes him fit in all the better, so be it. Espionage is so not thing.

The only kids besides him that filter in at the beginning of the school day are the ones dumb enough to misplace phones, keys, or passing over whatever excuse to leave class early. And every single one gives him a quick one-two before he's just another part of the decor of their high school. Perfect.

"—Barnes."

It's about damn time. The receptionist is off her office phone and looking his way.

"Do you go by James or Jim?" she asks him, something he's not used to. People call him what they want, no matter what he does or says.

"James, Jim, whatever," is his response, hands firmly tucked in his jeans and slumped in one of the chair in front of her desk.

"Alright, well, one of the boys in your class is coming down here to pick you up. You'll shadow him the first day. Okay?" She goes on to explain it's a boy named Stiles, although when she says his name there's a definite face she makes. Not necessarily a bad one, just... a face.

"Sure, ma'am." Maybe he'll be able to squeeze info from the guy. They usually send the extroverts to do this kind of job, right?

[sparkable]

No matter the layers he wore, Stiles remained cold, the chill running constantly up and down his spine to set his teeth on edge but he kept the issues to himself. It had been awhile since the nogitsune, not really long enough but the others wanted to move on and act as everything had moved back together. He understood it, honestly. The wild hunt really set things back and probably added to some things but again he kept it to himself and tried to act like just another high school student. Most didn't remember he had gone anywhere, thankfully and life went on. Well enough for the office to call him down to show a new kid around. They never received new students, which made him wonder but not as much as he normally would have. Dying and coming back into existence really did that to a person.

Moving from his locker, he made his way to the front office to meet the unfortunate student stuck in beacon hills. They had no idea what they were in store for because their town could never be referred to as normal. When he rounded the corner, he caught sight of the guy and oh. Okay. No. He wouldn't linger on any kind of thoughts on absolutely anything. Nope.

"Hey, I'm Stiles. Welcome to Beacon Hills. You might never make it back out," he greeted with a grin on his face. The lady behind the counter looked less amused by his snarky comment. "Come on, I'll show you to home room after I swipe some food. Didn't have time for the most important meal of the day this morning. Have you eaten?"

With a smirk on his face, he turned on his heel and started towards the cafeteria to snatch some food. Why did the guy have to be so damn attractive? Talk about annoying. He literally meant swiping and started to sneak forward to get some.

[wingedman]

So far, he'd managed to avoid being alone with T'Challa. It was common courtesy; he knew damn well he made the king's hackles rise by being here, and his presence was only suffered because T'Challa owed Steve a favor. (Imagining T'Challa as a small black kitten with all its fur puffed out made him feel a little better about the antipathy a fair number of the Wakandans in the palace displayed towards him, but not much.)

But his luck ran out one day when he was in the gym and T'Challa came in, followed by a pair of his omnipresent guards. (Of course they were all shifters; he could smell it on them a mile away.) The women's eyes narrowed at the sight of him, and he could swear their irises flashed golden for a moment.

Goddamn territorial cats. He'd never even met another shifter before this, apart from the guerrilla fighter who'd turned him, and now he had too many to deal with, and they all hated him. It wasn't even his fault.

"Don't mind me," he muttered under his breath, grabbing his towel. "I was just leaving." He wasn't anywhere close to done working out - this close to the full moon, he had a lot of pent-up aggression to work out - but he wasn't going to stay here, either.

[forwakanda]

Lethal grace - a state for all the feline shifters but no one more than T'Challa with how long and hard he worked to hone his abilities and senses to peak perfection. He couldn't slip up or someone else would take the power from him, which would shame his family line. Fingers flexing, he moved through the country, committing every inch and person to his memory. Tensions were higher lately and he had a few ideas as to why but at the moment he needed to work on the Accords and freeing the Avengers.

Having a wolf in the territory drove him a little harder to make the freedoms happen. Wolves were loathsome and completely undignified, especially the one lingering in his land. Sam Wilson lacked any tact and he never knew how to really feel about it.

Flanked by the Dora Milaje, he moved into the workout chamber, his nose burning before he even noticed the wolf visually. Lovely. Striding forward, he grabbed for the wolf's arm. "You may stay and finish. The moon is soon for you." Wolves couldn't even control their instincts properly either. It also seemed a challenge to grab for the wolf so close to the full moon.

@thegoodbad

[herlead]

[ Shadows descended around them as they moved further into the warehouse to search out a lead on the growing darkness plaguing Hells Kitchen. She doubted Frank wanted her tagging along but she refused to be left behind in the aftermath of the fighting on the rooftop and Matt's confession. Every time she thought about it, she felt just as furious and betrayed. How could he not tell her after everything?

Frowning, she walked further inside, flashlight sweeping the area around her, falling onto a guitar. Wait. Grabbing for it, she held the flashlight between her cheek and shoulder. ]

Hey Frank, look at this!

[thegoodbad]

[This is not the kind of place Frank wants her to follow but he can't make Karen Page do anything she doesn't want to, and he isn't going to try. He's tried the threats, the bastard-like behavior, the coldness and distance. He is supposed to be dead to her yet she's too tenacious and stubborn for her own good, somehow finding herself stuck in his shitty web again. Frank doesn't want her to be here. He doesn't want to be the one causing more danger in her life.

Yet here they are. Karen does whatever the hell she wants. At least Frank can be here to make sure she doesn't get caught in the crossfire.

The area is dark and Frank also sweeps the other side of the warehouse with his flashlight, weapon already out and ready. At Karen's exclamation he turns with a start, ready to fight... before realizing what she's found. Eyebrows rise while he lowers his gun.]

What the hell is that doing here? [Stepping closer, he reaches out for the guitar, sounding amused:] Meth heads with talent? Who knew.

@advanced

[imsupergirl]

[ The invasion brought with it a churning darkness no one managed to dispel even with their best efforts. But they all needed more information to be able to formulate lasting plans to win against the aggression. For Kara, she wanted to do everything she could to protect the world and the multi-universes she now knew existed. Sadly enough, the others knew the same thing and discovered a force called HYDRA with a wayward lost agent named the Winter Soldier. An ominous name given the deeds attached to him but Winn managed to uncover the agent's rogue status and a way for her to travel to his world to find him first.

The hitch? She might not make it back to their reality, in the very least, not very easily. But she couldn't sit back and let the forces use him across the universes to do evil along with others they wanted to capture.

Dropping down from the portal, her eyes darted around quickly to try and catch sight of one Bucky Barnes. He might be with him group but he should be alone and not with the Avengers. Slowly, she moved around, calling out for Bucky. ]

[advanced]

[Bucky, of course, had no idea that any of this was happening.

He knew about other worlds or realities if only because of Thor and Loki existing, but he could have no clue that people from another universe might be looking for him. He's only just moved into this small apartment in Argentina, he'll stay for a few weeks and then move on to keep from being found, and it's nice here. Sunny, peaceful, relaxing...

Until someone calls out his name. Bucky Barnes, not James, not the Soldier-- He swings around to try and find the source of the voice, hand already edging towards one of the many weapons hidden about his person.]