#otvechet

[etoilebleu]

a couple weeks of planning this out and this was the BEST plan june could think of. in her mind, it was genius and vulnerable. a little super strength and a metal arm? with her skillset and mutations...she was sure she could take him.

taking on the form of her younger self, the FAUX child stood near the entrance of his apartment, beginning to cry softly with small hands wiping at her eyes. pretending she was lost in the long confusing hallways of this building. he would be here any moment. // @otvechet

#otvechet #LMFAOO shes such a bitch.. and an idiot fr #bucky the moment u meet her at eye level she gon morph back and start fighting u

[efoyisk]

                                              @otvechet liked for a starter ✨

   from what she hears, one does not feel at particular ease around this human.   naturally, she understands why.   there are few inviting traits about him, if any.   despite his greatest efforts the air about him hangs heavy, poisonous.   and yet loki does not feel as though she must watch his every word, hold the reins as tightly as she usually does;   for the mere fact—or rather assumption—that james has no interest in using whatever loki says against her. perhaps he'd argue, but there was only this much he could do. never had they been enemies; loki'd like to assume they'd never have to be.   that brings about an ease of mind.   there was little to be afraid of.   perhaps that metal arm of his could shatter loki’s bones into pellets, sure, but he wouldn’t be quick enough.   one touch was enough to take them many, many years ago.   painful memories, oh, how convenient they are in times of danger.

  “he wore the stupidest costume,” she gently swirled his low glass around an imaginary circle atop the wooden table.   “your friend.   rogers.   and very uncomfortable, mind you, but that’d matter little if it were somewhat flattering, no?   well, i suppose he can’t make such errors anymore.”

for she hears the retired now captain is… lounging on the moon?   odd choice of residence. undoubtedly barren.

  loki’s eyes travelled to the soldier’s face.   she were treading on uncertain ground, she’d assume.   yet she could not help but walk forth anyway.   ease came laced with curiosity.   “do you miss him?”  

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ interaction. #otvechet #what are they doing?? #i dont know #nobody knows

[kreatief]

@otvechet

                               THE STRANGE MAN KEPT HIS DISTANCE EVER SINCE WINIFRED SMACKED HIM WITH HER PURSE. He looks like a carnival performer or actor with his long cape and unusual clothes. Winifred has no idea how she ended up in this house that looks a lot like a chamber of horrors — suits of armor everywhere, swords and knives, and various objects she doesn't know the purpose of. She remembers standing in old McLeod's little store wanting to buy sugar, and the next thing she knows is she stumbles over a low coffee table with the hand of a mummy on top, startling this strange man that waves his hands a lot and mutters in unidentifiable languages. He's probably a lunatic who broke out of a loony bin; Winifred needs to get out of here. Unfortunately, he's blocking the only door of the room.

                                 "Wong will be here soon, ma'am," the man says now. "He'll bring your son, and then you'll know we mean no harm." Winifred scoffs, still clutching her purse to her chest. "I demand to leave this place," she says with much more bravado than she feels. She knows he could subdue her if he wanted to; she hopes this little act or play in his head will keep him from doing so, though. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow this right now. There are — dangers out there. Your son will be better fitted to explain. He–" Golden light spills into the room from beneath the door. Two male voices that seem to be in a discussion soon follow before the light disappears. The madman seems relieved; he strides over to open the door. Winifred quickly looks around to find a weapon. She may be able to handle one man, but three? Dear Lord, what are they planning to do to her?

#otvechet #( winifred: threads ) #( winifred: verse * marvel: future) #( fandom: marvel )

[chernayavidua]

ARCHIVE RECORD #00210 SUBJECT : incorrect quote  ft @otvechet

#otvechet #i love them so much (': #hope you like this ! <3 #also hbd to the hubby <3 #два › a widow’s bite. ❪ 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 ❫ #eye contact / #q.

[labwebs]

@otvechet​ asked:  “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

One of the things about being a hero who chose to hide his face (especially after everything that had happened last year), was that it wasn’t always apparent to others if he was exactly conscious after taking a hit like that. Sure, he used to have lenses on the mask that would mimic his expressions, but that’d not been on his list of high priority upgrades after he’d made the new suit. Maybe he needed to add a little extra padding to that list. Ow.

Groaning softly as he slowly regained consciousness, Peter didn’t quite catch all of Bucky’s questions, but he had a decent enough idea what he was asking. “’m alright,” he mumbled, pushing himself up off the ground though not without an audible wince as his injuries made themselves known. “M-mostly.” He was tougher than most, but not invincible. “Crap, I think I did something to my wrist...”

#'doesn't have the articulating lenses' i write. uses icon with those lenses bc there's like 5 seconds of the new suit lol #otvechet #v: peter who?

[whitesuited]

the situation was never meant to be this antagonistic in the first place ----------- but the both of them know how quickly something can shift from just fine to shit in the blink of an eye. ( or in this case, the semi - simultaneous clicks of a half a dozen handguns all pointed at each other. )

now the credit for stirring things up to the point where words felt more like a waste of breath than anything helpful was hers this time around; having to stand there and endure one too many snide comments by their hosts about @otvechet​’s notoriety had gone and shredded what little filter she had left. ( she’d argue it started innocently enough; if one could consider knocking someone’s jaw askew momentarily as innocent. but it hadn’t taken long to escalate from fists to firearms. )

he’s just as annoyed as she is by all this; she can sense it in the tone of his voice once the shouting subsides and his is the one that comes out on top ( the way his jaw flexes isn’t as subtle as maybe he thinks it is in situations like these either ). 

             “let me calm the situation down.” now ------- gun barrels pointed in every direction isn’t going to put anyone at ease; especially when he’s the one with his finger on the trigger, but she’s already said more than enough tonight.

owning up to the fact this is her fault, she mouths a ‘sorry’ to him before her elbow bends and retracts the pistol that had run parallel with his, but it’s only partially true ------------- she’d still punch the guy in the jaw given the chance to do it all again; the only thing she’s sorry about is she didn’t knock a few teeth out for her trouble.

#otvechet #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ otvechet. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #dkjfsldk my buckyc@p bias is showing #gun cw #also shar going from zero to feral over one too many WS jokes #is real and relatable #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

[rgerzaa]

“  and  you  need  to  work  on  the  way  you’re  complimenting  people  .  “  shorter  one  rolls  his  eyes  and  playfully  punches  friend  into  the  shoulder  .  BUCKY  CAN’T  KNOW  .  he  has  to  hide  it  from  him  .  if  from  no  one  else  ,  at  least  buck  shouldn’t  be  worried  .  steve  can  pretend  he  is  fine  ...  right  ?  he  can  make  the  effort  ,  can  hold  his  head  high  even  when  he  feels  nothing  like  doing  so  .  for  his  friend  ...  for  him  .  ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ  ʰᵉ  ʰᵃᵈ  ᵉᶰᵒᵘᵍʰ  ᵒᶰ  ʰᶤˢ  ᵖˡᵃᵗᵉ  .  and  steve  would  be  the  last  one  to  make  it  harder  for  him  .  “  i’m  good  ,  buck  .  all  good  .  “  lies  ,  with  smile  on  his  lips  and  aching  in  his  heart  .

@otvechet​   sent   :   “   you   look   awful   .   “

#otvechet #m: bucky barnes #✩ . * 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑; answered.

[arachnidiots-a]

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons you posted this year.

end of year rpc asks -- #8. talk about one of your favorite headcanons you posted this year.

im a sucker for details— it’s all in the little things that really breathe a life into someone for me. naturally my favorite headcanons are the ones that aren’t the ones that talk about life altering events, but are still so important. my favorite for liam has to be this one:

liam  usually  wears  sneakers  with  all  her  spider  suits  because  no  matter  the  adjustments  they  would  make  to  the  bottom  of  the  feet,  they'd  usually  burn  through  them  pretty  fast  and  end  up  with  terribly  scuffed  up  soles.  they  run  a  lot,  even  more  than  they  swing  at  times.  wearing  sneakers  is  easier  than  constantly  doing  repairs,  especially  when  they're  so  far  from  home.

it's such a fine example of being in over your head and dealing with being a superhero while also just not being prepared or knowing how to handle certain aspects of the job. for liam, it's about being prepared with the right clothing or knowing how to fight

my favorite for peter is one i actually haven't posted but from another journal excerpt:

"We used to make little essential bags for people at the shelters when I was younger.  We’d dump out some savings from jars and this one piggy bank I had that glowed in the dark— it was a gift from Uncle Ben one year— and we’d take all that and go and buy stuff and make bags and those really easy, kind of annoying, backpacks, with the ropes for straps, to fill."

i think peter interacting with the community as peter parker and not spider-man is so crucial to his drive of being the protector-- and he gets that from his aunt and uncle who try to instill those values and behaviors of giving back

#otvechet #INQUIRE WITHIN / asks #PBP. STILL TURNING OUT / headcanons #LK. BELIEVE / headcanons

[chernayavidua]

  𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 : 1700 hours                                                                                                   𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :  safehouse in germany, 1960                                             

                 THE  COLD  HOWEVER  UNCOMFORTABLE    made  for  good  cover.  the  slush  like  snow  that  had  fallen  hours  ago  would  be  covered  by  a  fresh  blanket  in  a  couple  of  hours,  thus  erasing  her  trail.  it  would  also  cover  her  mistake  for  a  handful  of  hours,  perhaps  extending  it  a  couple  of  days  as  well.  natasha  comes  to  a  stop  by  a  gate  and  pushes  it  open.  heading  down  the  path  before  climbing  a  set  of  stairs  to  the  apartment  on  the  second  floor.  a  safehouse.  a  loft,  really  but  still  owned  through  association  by  the  russian  government.  unlocking  the  door,  she  closes  and  locks  it  behind  herself.  it  is  warm  inside.  her  partner  on  this  assignment  is  already  there.  how  long  has  he  been  here,  she  wonders,  removing  her  coat  and  hanging  it  upon  the  hook  by  the  door.  

                 «    i  almost  missed  the  rendezvous    »    words  only  just  loud  enough  for  him  to  hear.  her  tone  is  an  insight  to  how  she  is  currently  feeling,  how  she  is  currently  kicking  herself  for  the  mistake.  as  if  the  slice  along  her  forearm  wasn’t  enough. natalya  has  found  it  easy  to  talk  to  the  american.  has  found  it  easy  to  confess  dreams  long  since  deemed  unrealistic,  along  with  the  occasional  mistake  she  makes.  stepping  out  of  her  shoes,  she  pads  down  the  short  hall  and  into  the  single  bathroom  of  the  apartment.  removing  her  stained  blouse,  she  rummages  around  for  supplies  before  giving  up  and  simply  running  water  over  her  forearm.  

                 «    we  can  leave  in  the  morning  and  be  early.  »    being  back  early  with  the  necessary  intel  will  not  soften  the  eventual  news  that  would  reach  her  superiors:  a  man  stabbed  less  than  a  block  from  where  she’d  picked  up  her  half  of  the  intel.  her  superiors  were  many  things  but  they  were  not  dumb,  they’d  piece  things  together  and  know  she’d  failed  to  spot  the  man  tailing  her  until  it  was  too  late.  a  mistake  that  shouldn't  have  occurred.  one  day,  a  mistake  like  that  will  cost  much  more  than  a  little  cut,  you're  better  than  this  natalya!

semi-plotted starter / @otvechet​

#otvechet #based on the ideas we talked about & the flashback bit #i'm not the best at starters so i hope this works! #семь › most dangerous woman in the world. ❪ 𝟨𝟣𝟨 ❫ #q.

[battletrio]

plotted family shenanigans starter for @otvechet​

In hindsight, John probably should have planned the road trip a little better. But he like to blame the surprise of the situation for causing him to perhaps lose a bit of logic and common sense. It’s not as if everyday you discover that the super soldier who kinda still doesn’t like you is your grand-uncle and your only living family. It made his head go a bit bonkers. The mix of glee and fear and doubt and hope. All of that made him suggest the idea to Bucky and he doesn’t know why Bucky even accepted but now here they were on this road trip. Only John had, in his excitement, forgot to pack the extra tires and now they were stuck on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere trying to figure how to get replacement tires for their broken punctured ones. 

John looked sheepishly at Bucky, “Well...closest car repair shop is 52 miles away so I guess we could....pull the car there ourselves?” This might be a good time to put that super strength to use.

#otvechet #v: don't go where i can't follow (mcu divergent)

[labwebs]

@otvechet​ liked for a starter

All Peter had wanted to do today was get home without an incident. True, it probably would’ve been faster to swing home but between accidentally staying out on patrol much later than intended last night and the extra level of exhaustion that came with a still-healing injury, he’d opted to take the train instead. And it’d been pretty much without incident. He’d gotten to spend a bit more time with MJ, get some homework done, and as far as he could tell, no one had recognized him. Well, one little kid had stared at him for a few stops, but he didn’t mind.

But as he walked towards Happy’s condo building, something felt... off. Not an all-alarms-blaring, full-scale-Peter-tingle off but off regardless. Taking off the hood that he’d pulled up to avoid being immediately recognizable, Peter looked around to try and see what- “Oh,” he muttered, pulling his hood back up. God, were Jameson’s photographers ever going to leave him alone? Even the protestors’ numbers at his school were beginning to dwindle but it seemed like the Daily Bugle had one singular focus- Spider-Man.

“Great. Just great.”

#otvechet #v: most famous person in the world #hope this works ok!!

[whitesuited]

it’s okay i guess

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

thank you for completing our customer service questionnaire !! you will be receiving your prize of those creepy af nightmare glasses for coco in your island mailbox shortly. 🥰 

no but really ilu you silly goose you’re stuck with us.

#otvechet #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #BUT YOU'RE STILL GETTING THE GLASSES #LEMME GO FIND MY SWITCH IM SENDING THEM

[rgerzaa]

“   if   you   wanna   have   a   good   time   ʲᵘˢᵗ   ᵍᶤᵛᵉ   ᵐᵉ   ᵃ   ᶜᵃˡˡ   .   “   /   @otvechet​   

#BABY we gonna kick off detective babies now #otvechet #m: bucky barnes #✩ . * 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄; detective.

[aresidentweiirdo]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 - 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑.  That’s what kurt had told himself. nope, he had seen it all.  billionaires,  shrinking suits,  women who could be baba yaga. and now the WINTER SOLIDER.   in his work place.   ❛  first baba yaga ghost lady woman,   now you.    every babushka and mama is currently celebrating that their ghost stories are true... ❜   he stopped speaking for a second and then turned to the other.   ❛  also ... what can we help you with?  ❜      

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋               /               @otvechet​

#𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝟎𝟎𝟏 / we see these guys they trying to shoot people #𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 / like baba yaga #otvechet #i went with your idea about the security cameras and im not sorry.

[bllakcat-a2]

⊰   prompt.

 @otvechet​   ;      ❛   dangerous  to  be  out  so  late.    ❜

❝     BUT    DARLING    ...     NIGHT    IS    MY   PRIME    TIME.    ❞      ;         well,      it    was   not    a   lie ,     ━━━━        NIGHTS   ARE   FOR    HER    TO    SEIZE!       what   a   perfect    camouflage     the    darkness    of    it,         𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄     lurks,      &     STRIKES       ...       undetected    before   it   is   too    late.       

❝      &   BESIDES     ━━━━         ❞         how     𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘       close    she   leans      ;       but    TEMPTING    DANGER    WAS   HER    THING!        &    tempting   was    the   urge    to   let    their   lips    collide.         BUT   OH    THIS    FELINE     ...       WHAT   A   TEASE   SHE    WAS!        ...       pulling   back ,      but   only   the   slightest     ;       to    witness   her    grin!        (     sparks   of   temptation   still    dancing    around   the   two.   )          ❝     i  seem  to  have  my   very    own   bodyguard    who    can’t    help    but    follow   me   straight   into   trouble.     ❞        𝐂𝐀𝐓        ━━━━         𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄!

#° ⋄ ⊰ dare to be curious. › answered. ❜ #otvechet #these two man.... oh man #our cuties