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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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Steve’s been doodling on a piece of napkin for what seems like hours, pen idly moving against the paper while his attention is on the city outside the window. Brooklyn’s changed so much since he was a kid, decades of change bleeding through the very heart of the city. But at it’s core, the city seems the same. “Since Ma found it during when I was trying to learn how to draw bodies. Learn to keep it hidden real quick after that.” He leaves out the fact that had been when most of his sketches had also been mostly Bucky; the time when he was certain his mother had caught on to the crush he’d carried around for his best friends. But she hadn’t ever said anything. “Old age must be messin’ with your head, I haven’t kept it under my pillow in ages.” The pen falls from his fingertips, doodles forgotten about as he gives Bucky his full attention. “Especially since someone keeps checkin’ under there for things they aren’t supposed to be lookin’ for.”
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Bucky leans back in his chair as he folds the newspaper in front of him. Fingers run idly along the crinkled paper. He swears they were made better back in the day. But those days as long go and apparently so are his memories along with it. He swore Steve still kept that sketchbook under his pillow. Maybe it was a lapse in judgement, or just fogged up memories but he’s gotta start looking in new places for that book. It takes him a moment before it hits him like a wave. “Oh, I remember. You couldn’t look Momma in the eyes for weeks after that, cheeks goin’ all red because she’d seen all the bodies. You wouldn’t even show that to much, I forgot how embarrassed you were about her finding it.” Bucky can’t help but laugh softly, the memory bringing a smile to his face. “That doesn’t mean I won’t find it. You may have an artist touch on paper but you don’t when it comes to hiding stuff. I’ll find it.” He points a finger playfully in Steve’s direction. “Mm why can’t I see your sketchbook. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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Agent Hammond is a title that Jim has grown proud of carrying. He has been called many names over his lifetime but that is one of the nicer ones. He feels respected and isn’t that what anyone wants? The red uniform accented with the organizations logo on his shoulders but that flame symbol is still in the center of his chest. His duty here on this mission is to be the leader of this team but they’re still waiting on one more to join them before the quinjet takes off. Jim is calm and always serious when it comes to these moments. 
The briefing can wait until a certain someone joins them.
In the meantime, the blond walks over to an empty seat with his tablet in hand, looking over some details that he’ll need to go over with everyone. He can hear all of the other agents talking amongst themselves on the other side of the transport. He decides not to interrupt yet.
It doesn’t take long for Jim to finally hear Bucky walk onto the jet. He decides to stand up from his seat to approach. “You’re late, son.” Only by a few minutes, so he doesn’t plan on giving him too much of a hard time. 
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Bucky wasn’t late on purpose. He knows how Jim gets, the lectures last hours if he’s in the mood. He really isn’t sure what sort of mood that Jim was going to be in which means the lecture could be a few minutes or a few hours -- he hopes he’s in a good mood for his own sake. He’s quick to jog onto the jet, watching as the agents glance over at him. They don’t look angry which means no lecture has started on the importance of timeliness. However that doesn’t always mean anything, the lecture could be saved for him only. Here’s to hoping he gets off with minimal damage.
“Well, hello to you too Pa.” He snorts a bit, hand coming over to pat his shoulder softly. “I know I am. I got stuck in Fury’s office.” Bucky and Fury don’t always get along, in fact most of the time they don’t get along... so the meeting wasn’t all that enjoyable. In fact he was in a rush to get here because a lecture from Jim is better than anything he has to sit through with Fury. Bucky glances over Jim’s arm at the tablet, eyes scanning over it easily. He was like a sponge when it came to information for missions. “That’s new.” He points to a line in the file over Jim’s arm. “I’m guessing I missed this all in the brief huh?” He teases a little bit. 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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( @underworldtm​ / jason ) Yelena’s fingers are gentle as they run over the smooth object, truly admiring the piece of weaponry. She can tell it’s been modified and truly she’s impressed. She had found on accident... okay maybe she didn’t. The night before Yelena had been invited in for a little fun. They had connected easily out at the bar and she didn’t think he was all that much of a threat. While sure she was a little wrong, but if he had really wanted to kill her, he had every chance to attempt to kill her. He didn’t so Yelena didn’t worry all that much about it. However as they stumbled in last night she had seen something from the corner of her eye. So this morning she had pulled on one of Jason’s shirts and began to investigate. It seemed her instincts were right, and now she’s sitting in a little basement walls covered in weaponry and computers. Yelena had poked around on a few of the computers and found no trace of anything related to her or the Red Room, so once again it seems they were complete strangers and just had even more common interests than they knew. 
Fingers run along the wall, bumping up and down along each metal object. As she moves around the small room, a photograph catches her eye. There’s a subtle quirk of her lips as she leans in closer to the photo. She recognizes Jason’s features, despite being younger in the photo. “It’s cute.” Her accent thick as she speaks, knowing he’s entered the room. “The photo I mean, the photo is cute.” She nods towards it before turning to look at him. “Did you modify these weapons yourself?” That’s when she crosses the room to point out one. “I really like this one.” Yelena takes it off it’s rack with ease, as if she’s handled this weapon before. It feels at home in her hands as she feels the weight of it. “I’m impressed by this little collection, you know. Should have shown me this first.” A small teasing grin lights up her face for just a moment. 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t.” There had been a part of Natasha that expect Yelena not to show, to blow her off after years of no contact between them. But there had been a larger part of her that needed this, whatever closure there was going to be between them. “SHIELD wasn’t supposed to be like that. We were trying to help.” That is still a hard thing for her to wrap her head around, leaving the controlling Red Room ad trading it in for another organization that played her like a puppet. Fingers drum on the mug, eyes glancing around the cafe around them. There’s pictures plastered of every famous person that walks in the door and Natasha knows her own is up there. An assassin hidden among the heroes of the world. “I wanted to apologize for never reaching out and finding you. For leaving you to the Red Room when I left. For not going back for you.” Her family is plastered somewhere on these walls but her first family is sitting in front of her. ”I have no idea if you kept up with the Avengers or not, but I died. The universe brought me back and I’m still not sure why. If this really is my second chance at living, I wanted to make sure to right the wrongs I didn’t get around to the first time.”
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Yelena’s arms cross over her chest as she sits back in her chair. “Isn’t that what they told us when were in the Red Room? We were trying to help, chaos turned into order. They’re all the same... truly did you not think that SHIELD was just the opposite end of the spectrum?” Maybe it’s because she was in the Red Room longer, under that control longer but Yelena could see what SHIELD really was. It was the extreme of ‘good’. Though, it wasn’t really good in the end. Either way it had plenty of it’s own extreme ideals. Can Yelena really blame Natasha though? No. It’s all they’ve ever known. Even the family they had come to think was real was all just a ploy. Expect it was real to Yelena, maybe that’s why she’s got just that one shred of faith. It’s the one thing keeping her here in this cafe. “We’ve had this conversation before, Natasha. You can’t right that wrong, but there’s no use to dwell on it. That’s not the reason I’m even here. I don’t care about that anymore.” Yelena sighs a bit, eyes glancing away as Natasha brings up the real reason why they’re both here. Yelena does know that Natasha died. In fact... there’s a grave up in Ohio with her name on it. It was an empty plot but it gave the blonde some peace. “I know. Before you came back... the Captain, he reached out to me. It was a short phone call but, I’m glad he did.” She’s still not looking at Natasha as she speaks. “I don’t care about any wrongs, I care about you alive. I almost didn’t believe it, that someone had found out and it was a trap. But I wanted to risk it... and here you are. Alive.” 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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my name is reed richards
and i’m the one who fixes things.
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Pietro looking out for Wanda | Tommy looking out for Billy
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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( @underworldtm​ ) The Furies are talkative. That’s unusual for the three sisters, they usually only come to Helena when they sense her rage or anguish. Very rarely do they linger instead her head and want to chat. They’ve never been sentimental beings, no. They like the crueler things in life, and apparently they think being dropped into another universe is cruel enough to watch this new world through her eyes. Helena decided that the best way to find out about this earth’s history is through museums. The woman has learned a lot so far, The Avengers, the Fantastic Four and the X-Men. All very different from the world she was born into. However, the Furies linger in the back of her mind. Laughing and snickering as she reads over a panel about Captain America. “Boring! So noble and just.” They jeer in the back of her mind. “These heroes are boring, find us something better Helena!” It seems like a threat, but it’s far from it. They find too much joy in taking over her body to abandon her now. She’s their only source of entertainment. She shushes them under her breath walking away from Cap’s panel. There’s a large photo that catches all of their eyes. It’s an in action photo, black and white like the times -- but it’s obvious to tell the man is on fire. His fist colliding with a devil, the arm band tells her all she needs to know. The Furies seem to cheer as she heads over to the information panel. It seems the can feel the man’s anger through the photo. So can Helena, but for a different reason. 
Helena stands next to a man as she grows closer. Eyes scanning over the info panel: Jim Hammond. The Human Torch. The world’s first superhero. The man’s face is clear in the photo and so is his reflection in the glass that protects the information. “Sentimental.” The disgusts is clear in the Furies voices but Helena just smiles. “Things change so fast yet... this seems as if it happened yesterday.” Helena settles with instead, before glancing over at the world’s very first superhero. 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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( @strawberrysvgar​​​​ / yelena ) The cafe from down the road from Compound is nice enough. It’s owned by people the Avengers have saved countless times, a nice discount given to Earth’s favorite heroes. Natasha doesn’t frequent it often, too busy taking over leading the Avengers during the Blip and then saving the universe again, but the couple of times she has gone it’s been pleasant enough to make her want to go back. “I wasn’t sure you’d meet me.” The Russian rolls off her tongue easily, her native language the thing that ties them together. “You’ve been busy since the Red Room fell.”
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Yelena had been here for awhile. She had scoped out the the little cafe a day prior to meeting up with Natasha and then once again this morning. The place is.... charming, she supposes. Photos plastered on the wall of the owner with various Avengers that have walked in that door. She sees the photo of Natasha hanging right next to the world’s precious Iron Man. Hmm, what a world they live it for a Widow to be posed among everyday people. Her eyes flick back as she watches Natasha walk in, coffee already ordered for the both of the them. It steams as it sits on the table and Yelena watches her closely. “I almost didn’t. Consider yourself lucky.” The blonde nods towards the seat across from her. “Yes well... not all of us jumped at the idea of joining another controlling organization again. I’ve kept myself busy, messes have to be cleaned up and loose ends need to be tied.” Yelena leans forward to pick up her own cup of coffee giving it a slow sip. “Why did you want to meet with me, Natalia?” 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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( @strawberrysvgar​​​​ / @underworldtm​ ) “You know, locking a man out of his own house on his birthday?” Tony starts as soon as he back inside the kitchen of the cabin. JARVIS greets him, the bots hovering nearby in anticipation of something. Though those three are always hovering in anticipation of something, a constant fear that something was going to go wrong. “Don’t quote me on it, but I’m pretty sure it’s against the law or something.” Sure spending the day with Morgan had been great, there’s never a time where he wouldn’t want to hang out with his daughter, but there’d been the lingering hope that Pepper had something planned for just the two of them. “But if Morgan says I bought her anything other than ice cream today, she’s lying. We only looked at getting her her own pony.”
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Pepper glances over her shoulder, giving a fond roll of her eyes as her husband approaches. “I don’t think sending you to spend time with your daughter on your birthday equates to jail time.” It’s fond tease as she meets Tony in the kitchen, greeting him with a soft kiss. The house has been decorated in balloons and streamers with a cake that is far too big for the amount of people attending the small gathering. Pepper knows he wouldn’t want something big but she couldn’t not plan a party for him. It’s a small get to together, just for the people closest to them. Happy, Rhodey, Jim.. the people that have always been there for Tony. “A pony?” Pepper gives him a pointed look. “Our alpaca is enough, maybe you can build her a robo pony that doesn’t need to eat or be cleaned up after.” Should Pepper really be giving Tony ideas on more robots to build? Maybe not... but she rather have a robo pony parading around outside than a real one. “Happy Birthday, love. We’ve got all your favorites.. I think it was worth sending you out for a little while.” 
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strawberrysvgar · 3 years
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Nerves are settling in about showing his father where he has been staying. It’s nothing special, only able to afford staying at one of the local run down motels. There are bullet holes in the door but RJ has managed to make the best out of an unfortunate situation. The truth? This room was better than any of the places his handler took him to that were being called a home. All their neighbors on the outside thought they were a normal family but they were unaware of all the horrific brainwashing going on inside the home. This is how RJ learned to lie, watching how Colt could fake a smile and pretend like he wasn’t part of something much bigger. He learned a lot simply by observing, even after all this time of having his freedom again.
He’s holding onto Bucky while they’re en route to the address he shared with him earlier. “Thank you for giving me a ride 
 promise you won’t freak out when you see where I’ve been staying?” He knows they’ll approach it any second now but deep down maybe RJ knows that his father won’t approve of the motel at all.
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RJ really isn’t giving Bucky any sort of confidence whatsoever in where ever he’s staying. He can tell by the nervousness alone it won’t be anything he’d approve of, which really has Bucky gearing up for the worst. He knows it’s not RJ’s fault he’s ended up here. Everyone around the world has been displaced somewhere ever since they’ve all come back from being dusted. But still... he didn’t want RJ staying in some rundown place if he had anything to do with it. He doesn’t have much power in this world but he’s got enough to make sure RJ is somewhere safe and somewhere that no handlers could ever lay a finger on him again. 
“With the way you’re trying to convince me that it’s all fine, I’m not sure I can promise you that, kiddo.” He throws over his shoulder to RJ. “But if you’re worried I’ll be mad at you? I won’t be. This isn’t your fault.” He tries to comfort him at least, any negative reaction will be because all he wants to do is protect him, give him the life he wasn’t able to have. However, when they turn the corner Bucky sees why RJ was so worried about showing him this place. It looks like the whole place is about to collapse in on itself. It looks seedy at best and Bucky knows no good deals are going down here. “Oh, Jesus Christ.” He can’t help but sigh as he pulls into the parking lot. Not only is he worried for RJ but now he’s got to worry about parking his bike here too. “You’re not staying here tonight.” He doesn’t even need to step foot any further onto this property to make his choice. “Or ever again. I won’t be able to get any sleep at night knowing you’re here.” 
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How did this happen? Franklin has made entirely new pocket universes time and time again but not even that could prepare him for what would spiral out of waking up this morning. His eyes open up and the familiar surroundings of the Baxter Building can be seen. He’s home and yet the first strange occurrence is being on the couch and not in his bedroom. If Franklin were younger maybe his parents would have simply moved him but he’s eighteen now. He rubs at his eyes, strands of blonde hair trying to block his vision while sitting up. “Where is everybody?” There’s a yawn leaving his lips while starting to look around. It’s unusual for the place to seem so quiet but the boy chalks it up to just being early. It wasn’t until a moment later that the difference in decor can be noticed. All the photos on the walls are only of him as a toddler. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what this wasn’t his universe. He seemed to have replaced a younger version of himself and for once worries. His hand accidentally drops the picture frame and the glass shatters, able to be heard by anyone who’s awake right now. Franklin considers using his abilities to put it back together but the sound of footsteps distracts him. “I can explain.” 
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Reed’s eyes scan over the page again. These readings are off the charts, and not in a good way. The earth’s population has come back, but not alone. 7.9 billion, that’s all there should be but these readings are showing nearly two times that. It’s dangerous having this many people here and half of them are now displaced. Reed can already see the trouble brewing, this won’t be an easy task. In fact, he’s picked up on some tears in the fabric of the universe itself. He might need to start calling in some of the favors he’s owed. Great minds like Tony Stark and Dr. Strange, hell even Pym to see what they could start doing to repair the tears that threaten their own universe. “Sue! I think we need to call ---” His voice is interrupted by the shattering of glass. “Sue?” He asks again. He’s a little cautious as he rounds the corner. Stretching an arm behind him, to place the readings in a safe place, just in case. For a moment he almost thinks it’s Johnny, that Storm blonde hair is striking but he’s quick to realize it’s not. Eyebrows furrow as he stands away from the stranger, but... is it really a stranger. Reed swears he knows this man. Something about him is familiar, he recognizes him. So Reed doesn’t jump to any conclusions yet, he’s a scientist after all, he wants all parts of the equation before deciding his conclusion. “Let’s hear this explanation then, I would love to know why a stranger is in my house breaking my family photos.” Reed gestures vaguely towards him. 
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                “ i’m here for a hot time not a long time “
johnny storm has posted a new photo!
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                        “ sam, i know how to instagram ” 
bucky barnes has posted a new photo!
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      “ real life hannah montana if she was a superhero “
ryoko sabuki has posted a new photo!
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The sun has set now, barely peeking over the horizon. The street lights have flicked on, but the city bustles as if nothing has changed. Other’s don’t understand how much the world changes and depends on the sun. The city that never sleeps? Lin would disagree. Animals wait for the night, for things to settle so that they may have peace from humans who long invaded their territory. Feet dangle far above the ground, settled in a tree that has finished whispering it’s secrets to her. Now she helps a lonely mother possum warm up her babies. The mother tells Lin it’s hard having so many babies on her own as Lin rubs her hands around a baby providing the warmth that it’s been longing. “Well don’t you worry. I’ve got some food in my bag for you guys, let me just get Pam warmed up for you alright, Momma?” Lin coos reaching out to give the lounging mother possum a sweet pat. “I saw animal control earlier, is that who you were running from?” Lin asks, and gets a yes in response. She huffs a bit. Animal control might be her mortal enemy. Humans calling in to get these precious creatures off the streets when they lived here first. However before she can air her grievances to a mother who would understand them, her attention is drawn to a stranger who’s walking nearby. 
“Careful where you step please!” She calls out, baby possums hang from her clothing as she cradles one. “This tree’s roots are exposed, it hurts when you step on them or trip over them.” Lin points down to a spot a few paces ahead of them, the root curved up from the soil. 
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