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Looking up from his book, Asim couldn't help the smirk filling his face. "Well, he won't be dead for long if that makes you feel any better." A pause as he flipped the page, running his finger along the slightly smudged letters. The book had been in his possession for quite some time. "Let's hope he does a better job than you with the -- change. Hand me that clipboard would you? We have other bodies to check tonight."
The words weren't anything Zelo ever expected to hear, especially not from emotionally closed off Sage. But he allowed them to roll around in his mind a bit before he sat up to look at the other man full on. The moonlight filtered onto Sage's face and made him glow, nearly brighter than the stars he missed so much from his home world. "Here at the swamp?" He finally asked, picking at blades of grass below him. "I - it doesn't work like that. Happy doesn't really matter when you're cursed." Maybe just maybe he was emotionally closed down too. But still. "Yes." He spoke it softly, turning his body to shift closer to Sage. "Yes."
The dark fae wiped some soil from her hands, looking as innocent as could be otherwise. "Did you notice something?" She asked, moving around in the kitchen to grab for a drink of lemonade. Taking care of a snitch really took it out of a person. "What do you feel like eating tonight?" Normal conversation, trying to completely bypass the soil she had on her and the small droplets of blood. She used magic to begin to remove everything but had been interrupted before she finished it all up. Rude.
The old manor was massive, seemingly abandoned, and covered in vines. It looked to be in great disrepair, even collapsed inward in some parts. Could her missing person really be hiding here? Of all places? It didn't seem possible.
Living in a small village in a little home by herself, Jessica took on mysterious cases for the people who lived there, or in nearby towns. They knew she was a good detective, and she was strong... some called her a witch, but others swore by her methods after she brought back their loved ones safe and sound. This time she'd been sent to find another lost person who had last been seen heading into the 'forbidden' woods, so called because few people ever returned from that very treeline.
She was wondering if this might have been some sort of prank when the howling of wolves caught her ear. She might be strong, but she couldn't take on a pack of wolves by herself.
Jessica quickly pushed open the manor's front gate and shut it behind her just in time to avoid sharp, snapping teeth. Heart racing, she sprinted for the front doors and shoved them open, tripping her way inside. With those closed behind her, it was dark and eerily silent.
The village continued to buzz with excitement; the news of a coming arrival had spread quickly and they were all anticipating the shifter. It meant another had been tracked down and rescued before worse happened to them because few non-shifters kept an open mind. Generally, shifters were either killed or in the very least locked up.
Moving quickly through the village, he waited at the gates for the pairing to show. The case worker warned them the shifter had been through some very rough and peculiar times. Nothing they couldn't handle in their advanced Wakanda.
But he hoped the shifter would not resist having to stay in the unfamiliar village and have to be subdued.
[ The morning following their night out at the bar, Beth messages Mr. Grimes (Rick, she needs to get used to calling him that instead), not too early since they got home pretty late after being dropped off by Morgan, and Rick probably needs the sleep.
Last night had been a lot of fun, meeting Rick's friends who quickly accepted her into their group, performing, probably the best she's ever sounded in front of an audience and she can't help but think it was because a certain man was sat watching her, listening intently.
They hadn't kissed - probably because she's Judith's teacher and maybe that makes him uncomfortable, is what Beth tells herself - but they seemed to get close to it a couple of times towards the end of the night, interrupted by drunken friends, though mostly not on purpose. Truth be told, she might have left speaking to Rick again until the next time she saw him pick Judith up from kindergarten, but after telling Maggie what happened last night ("I met up with Rick and his friends for drinks" was all she said), apparently she wasn't allowed to come to her wedding until she messaged Rick this morning. Maggie could be ridiculous sometimes, but Beth loved her.
So here she was, typing out a message to Rick in bed, nervously awaiting his response. ]
[ He figured that being honest was probably, as usual, the best policy. Mostly because he had very little else to fall back on anymore. He didn't intend to keep Bucky there, in that enclosed room, or on the helicarrier it was in, because he wasn't stupid, but he'd caught the tiger by the tail and was facing the consequences now. Which was why he was wearing the armor to talk to his guest, because he was hoping to come out of it with at least no major bones broken. ]
I know this is... unexpected, but I'm going to put you back. Not yet. Not right away, but I will. Don't panic. Please.
[ Hopper was the one who answered the door when Mike called round to see El. He knew her schedule well enough to know when she was or wasn't home, but he still asked Hopper if she was in, earning a look from the Chief that said you know for a fact she is. He told Mike she was upstairs in her room listening to music and that he could make his way up. Trust had been built between them over the years where he felt comfortable enough to let them be on their own unsupervised, he just reminded Mike to keep the door halfway open, a rule Mike respected under his roof. He saluted the Chief before making his way upstairs, following the music...
Opening up the door to El's bedroom, he was surprised by what he saw. Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Want To Have Fun was blasting from a record player and El was dancing with her back to Mike. There was nothing serious about her dancing, they were probably the silliest dance moves he'd ever seen, but she was clearly having fun and that made Mike smile ridiculously as he watched her from the doorway.
God, was he in love with this girl.
Rather than announce his presence, he waited for her to spin around and notice him, clearly enjoying the show. ]
[ After having the kind of day where nothing went right, Kai only wanted to see one person: Neve. Things were always a balancing act between them but he had a feeling Neve would tip towards him eventually. He just needed to have a little more patience.
Worn out and sore, Kai stumbled into his house, swearing again to never help out packs. They had too much drama between all of them and had caught him in the middle for two whole nights.
He just wanted to cuddle up to Neve and hoped he would allow it for at least an hour or so. ]
[ The steady dripping of blood never really left Rick alone; his own morbid sense of an hourglass because they only knew of violence. The group either needed to kill to survive or be killed, the latter of which could not happen when they wanted to make a new world. One where blood did not have to smear on everything. A noble objective and one they were close to achieving until Negan happened. The man tore into things and spilled more blood than ever before but now they were about to do the same. The war would tip in their favor, it had to.
With a weary groan, Rick slid out of the truck after returning from a supply run but he barely had time to breathe before Gabriel came running over and explaining what happened. Negan had arrived and when he couldn't find enough supplies he deemed worthy he decided to take Beth. Rick saw red immediately and instructed Michonne to put a team together to rescue her. What kind of game did Negan think he was playing?
Creeping into the Sanctuary, Rick made his way to Negan's quarters ready for a fight but instead - ]
Beth? [ So much blood. Rick stared wide eyed, moving forward to try and tad the knife from her hand. ] Beth, we've gotta get out of here. Beth?
[ The deo maintained a lot of different pings all throughout the world to try and keep ahead of things but they never anticipated an emergency alert from the back to life sector. It rarely happened, thankfully, but they could not understand why now? What made this Steve so important he managed to ultimately cheat death? A question Kara had to answer and quickly before everything fell out of balance and invoked chaos theory.
Flying off to the location the alert detailed, Kara dropped down a little ways from the place to e able to walk towards him. She didn't want to spook him more than he already had to be. Catching sight of him, Kara's heart clenched in her chest. ]
Steve? Hi, you don't know me and you must be really confused but I'm here to help you, okay?
[ Holding her hands up, she carefully removed a sub from her pocket. ] I thought you might be hungry.
Letting out a low groan, Steve slowly pushed himself up into seated position, arms shaking but he could not remember why or what happened. But he felt as if he had been through a battle and hardly survived it. Blurry eyes looked around the area he currently found himself in but nothing looked familiar. Were leaves supposed to be such a bright blue and purple? He shook at his foggy head, attempting to stand up to be ready for anything but he nearly fell from the effort. What happened? Why did he feel so pained?
He stumbled forward, almost tripping over something, no wait, someone. His eyes started to clearas he took in Tony. Okay, not alone in some weird place but he might have picked someone else to handle it with him. "Tony, wake up," Steve instructed, dropping onto his knees beside the man to try and wake him up. "Something is wrong and you don't get to sleep while I take care of it." Wouldn't be very fair and it had nothing to do with being worried or scared none at all.
The air whirled around them and smelled of marshmalllows, which only unnerved Steve more. Where had they landed and why couldn't he remember anything from the past week at least?
[ Even with his long lived life, first dates were not something Zelo experienced much because they opened the door for a lot more connecting and deeper intimacy. For some reason, Noah seemed to be an exception to this rule. With a shake of his head, Zelo finished with the eyeliner and dusting of sparkle hue on his cheeks to give a little something extra. He always wanted to turn heads but visuals were even more important with someone like Noah. Not that he minded at all.
When he finished up, he headed out to the bar Noah texted him about and surprisingly enough he had never been there. He grabbed a table inside, eyes gazing around while he waited, eating a few beer nuts to pass more of the time. ]
[After SHIELD crumbles, after the days upon days of hearings, after she gives Steve the folder, Natasha vanishes. She loves him, but after everything that's happened she doesn't know how. When he reads through the folder enough times, he probably starts to work out why. She could have pulled pages, pictures, censored it for the story she wanted him to know, but she didn't. Instead, she gave him the truth the only way she knew how: in old, sepia-toned pictures of a young girl with bangs and a ponytail that stood behind the Winter Soldier in some of the photos from the 50s.
A mission report from an assassination in Paris, and if he looked carefully you could see that same girl in a newspaper clipping that featured the departing crowd. A girl with the same jawline as Natasha, and even through sepia tones you knew her hair was red. It was fragments like that, woven in between the horror story of what they'd done to Bucky, how they'd changed him, used him.
But Natasha's never handled truth well. And she has a starting point now. And it would take a conversation she doesn't know how to have, and so she just leaves. Maybe it's juvenile-- she knows that it's cruel, that Steve doesn't deserve the way she slips away like a whisper. Even Tony can't quite track her, but he's sure she's probably alive. Every few months there's a grainy photo that one of his facial recognition algorithms manages to pull, but it's never enough. It's never quite enough to be a lead, just a face in a crowd.
The years go by and then one evening there's a knock on his door, insistent but erratic. Natasha's standing there, bloody and exhausted. A short black dress and a blonde wig, but it's unmistakably her under the split lip and bruises. She hasn't changed, even if there's a sense about her that the past years have not been easy, and she's a little unsteady on her feet.] --Hello, Steve.
[ Unsurprisingly, this isn't the life Bellamy wanted for himself, but it was all for his sister. At the end of the day, everything came down to his sister's happiness.
Nobody grows up wanting to be a janitor, but it helps pay the rent for his apartment with Octavia as well as helps pay for her to get into college. With their mother passing away from an illness when Bellamy was eighteen, and them never knowing their father, Bellamy chose to become his sister's guardian and had taken care of her ever since. It was hard but Bellamy never thought about what his life would be if he'd let his sister be adopted by another family. He never regretted his decision to essentially give up his future for Octavia.
It did mean he was a little on the grumpy side when he cleaned the medical school though because all the students there were actually following their dreams, whereas Bellamy...
He didn't want to talk about it. With anyone. Especially not Octavia who kept telling him she was old enough to take care of herself now and had her boyfriend Lincoln to help her out with money too and she could get a job too - no. Enough, O. Concentrate on your studies and NOT boys while I pay the bills. End of discussion.
He's been hungover for most of his shift after drinking last night (alone, depressingly enough) and luckily only has one corridor to mop before he can go home. He's just finishing it off, has a wet floor sign stood up and everything, when he can hear the sound of a door flying open and then the thud thud thud of running feet coming towards him. Looking up to a see a blur of blonde hair, Bellamy immediately stops what he's doing and calls it out to her as a warning: ]
Howard had settled into life in the twenty-first century with a surprising ease - all right, so it was weird to be working for a government organization he had apparently helped found, and even weirder to have an adult son (who was, by and large, very happy to not have any contact with him). But when it came to learning about advances in science and technology, he was happy as a clam; every spare corner of his space in Steve's apartment was filled with books he'd picked up from used bookstores, bits and pieces of gadgets he was taking apart, and who knew what else.
He'd started haunting antique stores to find new stuff to examine, and it was there that he found it - a fondue pot. Apparently, the store owner had informed him, fondue had been a thing back in the 1970s. Howard couldn't resist and bought it immediately to take it home and clean it up.
Which was why he was making fondue for dinner one night; the fondue pot was bubbling away on the table, and he'd surrounded it with a selection of things to dip in. It probably wouldn't be much more than a snack for Steve's super-soldier appetite, but he wanted him to get the chance to try it.
Howard was just tasting the first bite of bread and cheese as Steve walked in the door. "Hey," he greeted him with a smile. "Look what I've got for dinner."
[ Blood clung thickly to their skin as they pressed tighter together, smearing it everywhere but it never seemed close enough. The hunger for more always right beneath the surface and while they should have waited until they returned to the underworld, they were unable to.
Back hitting the nearby wall hard, Adder's breath wooshed out of his lungs but it didn't stop him from kissing harder, biting at Ros' lip hard enough to make him bleed to be able to taste his blood on his tongue.
Seconds later he pushed at Ros, stuff flying everywhere from the impact, a glint in his eyes challenged Ros, wanting more.
[ Sunlight filtered in through the rippling curtains, Kai's eyes slowly blinking open, not taking long to fall onto the sleeping form underneath him. Somewhere during the night, he had sprawled himself on top of Rook, who looked adorable with messy bed head and a peaceful expression on his face. His heart clenched in his chest at the sight because he never thought he would have it.
That they could have this.
Tracing his fingertips along Rook's jaw, he could not stop himself from kissing along the skin, shifting his body to rest in the bed and off Rook. He had to be a little heavy?
His lips slid up to Rook's cheeks, waiting for him to wake up before he kissed his lips like he wanted to. ]
[ Considering things for a moment, Zelo shook his head and started making pancakes. Typically, a person left after an one night stand but their night together had been anything but ordinary. All his years alive and he had never experienced anything like what he had with Sage and he knew the feeling a were mutual, especially with the way Sage clung onto him afterwards. The look they shared as their eyes met when they came down from the high.
So, no, he did not plan on just leaving.
Happily singing, he finished with the one thing he knew how to cook, placing it on a tray with whipped cream and some flowers because romance that's why. ]
Good morning, sleeping head! [ He greeted, putting the tray down on Sage's legs and without thought he leaned in and kissed the witch.
Loving someone had never been easy for T'challa and he knew without a doubt he wasn't an easy person to love either, even outside of the whole titles and royal background. He just held so many walls around himself and all the failed romance of the past only deepened his resolve to not go there again.
Then Sam happened. Stubborn, beautiful Sam Wilson. He had been in trouble from the first hello.
Throughout the coming years they grew closer together after discovering the whole soulmate business and little by little he let go and opened up to Sam, loving him and being loved in return. It nearly made up for losing everything and he started to believe he could make an actual home there for himself. That he could handle being human, after all.
Waiting for Sam to wake up, T'challa eventually lost patience and moved to straddle his waist, looking down with a huff of his breath. "Wake up, Samuel."
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