#themultiversemerc

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

Natasha looked at him, propped against the beds headboard. It hurt to move, to breathe, to think and all because a mission had to go sideways again. Her face was pale, a sheen of persperation clinging to her side as she gritted her teeth and moved, sitting upright.

"You're propably right. I'm bleeding through the bandage again." They couldn't exactly leave the safe house and get help. "I still think you should cauterize the wound. That would at least keep me from bleeding out." Her smile was weak, though her humor still intact, heart always stubborn even when her body was starting to fail her.

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

"I'm genuinely asking this, not just trying to antagonise you.

Do you ever regret betraying or abandoning those who cared for you or called you friends?"

"No."

Straight forward enough, though he quickly surmises that he needs ti offer more than just a single worded answer.

"I had a job to do - and a part of it required taking cover under a false alias. I crafted the illusion of someone that I wasn't in order to avoid detection and suspicion. But behind closed door, when the uniform got peeled away each night: I was still another man under it. A serpent waiting in the blades of tall grass. Bidding my time.

I knew even before taking the assignment that there were risks and there would be sacrifices. But I had my goals to focus on and that was all that mattered to me. It was more important than the perceived bonds I had forged - greater than myself and the people who had glued themselves to my person.

In truth I did not care: they were fond of an optical illusion - a man who did not truly exist.

Progress requires sacrifices - some of them larger than others. I am not the first to rely on treachery in order to accomplish a task and I shall not be the last either. It is a tool, just the same as any."

[line-of-fire]

“You’re not what they say you are.”

"Then what, pray tell, do you think I am?" Sparrow cocks her head, sharp eyes piercing into Arch's. Her accent lays heavy on her tongue, the one shred of authenticity she allows herself when wearing this mask.

She wasn't ignorant of the rumors and theories; she couldn't afford to be. Not when her reputation as both a vindictive criminal and a ruthlessly efficient contractor was what allowed her to find work and kept her on wanted lists across the globe.

Not that she was bothered by the allegations. For the most part, they were founded in truth and well she could live with becoming a sort of urban legend if it made the right people less likely to abandon their own for personal gain; if it caused an actual change for the better in her lifetime. They could call her whatever they wanted, she knew what she was, why she fought against the leaders of her home country. She was okay with being alone in that if it meant she was the only one facing the threat of the firing squad at the end of the day.

[ruinouss]

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A dull, throbbing ache began to settle deep in her muscles and bones while beads of sweat regularly trickled down the sides of her face. Strands of her dark auburn bangs clung to her forehead and temples like a nest of slithering snakes. A ghastly cry pierced the air which was then followed by a chorus of unholy wails from the neighboring blocks. The undead were on the move, forming a new horde as they searched for any remaining living to feast on. The only comfort she had at this point was knowing the reinforced doors would hold until they were able to catch their breath and move to the next safe house.

"Damn..." she panted, hinging at her hips and doubling forward. Her hands gripped her knees as her hair cascaded over her shoulders to create a curtain around her face. Her legs trembled after exerting them beyond her typical limit as she and her companion, Arch, raced through the center of the city. Dealing with the undead was easy enough as one well-placed bullet or strike to the head would stop living and undead in their tracks but a horde of zombies was another thought. And now, one of the Evolved was rallying them with its siren's cry. The best course of action would be to lay low and hope they went the opposite way.

"I'm runnin' low on ammo. Don't suppose ya know if any shops in the area may have some?" she inquired, lowering herself down to the cool cafeteria floor. Two of the heavy double doors had several tables and chairs piled in front of them to prevent anyone or anything from coming in without some effort.

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“How long have I been out?” - @line-of-fire

The previous sounds of gunfire and chaos had been silenced, replaced with the hum of the florescent lights and medical equipment, an IV precisely worked into her arm and her clothes replaced with some more akin to lounge clothes than anything one could expect in a hospital.

"About 2 days. You took a serious hit out there, you bloody lunatic." A blonde medic was checking the monitoring equipment connected to her, his metal left hand freezing against her skin. "Arch has been worried sick." Once he had made sure she was okay to sit up properly he began removing some of the unnecessary items from her and setting them aside.

"What do you want to eat? You'll be starving once your body catches back up."

@line-of-fire

[txngledbxnds]

"there you are, darling!"

Duchess looked up from the book she was studying, sitting under a tree in the grounds of the mansion she and various other mutants called home. She smiled as Arch approached, putting the book to one side and getting up to race into his arms. "And here you are," She grinned, pressing her forehead lightly against his. "I needed to get out of the mansion for a bit. Please tell me you've come to take me to a nice beach resort, that allows no children. I love them, but sometimes even I need a break. Bonus points if nudist colony." She smirked at him, joking about the nudist colony bit.

[biosurvive]

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Raccoon City in the fall was the best, the slightest of crisp air, the smell of autumn flavored desserts wafting from the bakeries and storefronts. It was no wonder why it was Chris's favorite season, and the lack of super fond family memories tainted with the passing of his parents didn't weigh him down like winter and summer. He felt weightless as he walked the streets of downtown, bumping arms with Arch every so often as he peered into each store's window, wondering if he had any need to buy anything on his salary. Still, window shopping was free, and he was already debating holiday gifts for the people that mattered most, even if those holidays were a month away.

" You going to do anything for Halloween? " He asks, purposely bumping arms again and cocking a grin over at his companion. " Costumes? Parties? Hot date? "

[birdonawiresara]

“You could’ve just said that from the beginning,” Sara muttered, all the while thinking that she was lucky that she hadn’t developed a fear of heights after being shot full of arrows, falling off of a building, and dying. As for the brunette woman’s comments, she gestured to their surroundings before commenting, “I doubt it.” She was not going to deny that she worked with some really innovative people who came up with really innovative ways to defeat their opponents. But what Arch had access to? What his connections had access to? It put the phrase ‘over-the-top’ to shame, and this was coming from someone who’d traveled through time. As for the rules of engagement, she fell silent, ignoring the phrase fifth freedom completely and instead focusing on what came after which had her shaking her head, “No. No avoiding collateral damage, there is no collateral damage. And no lives are ended that aren’t a danger - that don’t put the universes and everyone in them in danger, that can’t be contained in some way. Or I’m out.”

—End of Thread

There were a couple of chuckles coming from the other gents before they settled down. Sara’s Arch leaned in to speak softly to her. “HALO jump is high altitude, low open. Basically jump from a height so high they won’t see us on radar. An APEX jump is much lower, but much faster. We’ve got some jump kits to avoid using chutes, and it’d give us the advantage when on the ground, too.”

“I swear, one day we’ll infiltrate some place in a normal fashion.” The brunette female who sat by another Arch laughed at 001’s insane suggestions, two emblems on her vest of BSAA and STEALTH.

“Well Grandad, the target is going to be like Fort fucking Knox. What are the rules of engagement?” The younger Fane’s Arch spoke up next. Grandad’s face seemed a little cold, determined. “Fifth freedom. Full and true. If you deem it necessary, you have complete authority to end lives. Do not hesitate, but of course avoid collateral.”

[asgardianhammer]

of brick & bone & maimed beliefs

“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?” “And the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.”

[ ϟ ]—– The prolonged moments, of sheer intent staring at the markings on the wall, they felt stretched out beyond the point of comfort, time passing more languid yet the weight upon his shoulders growing in size.

Golden-auburn head was a fraction tilted, the words studied for the umpteenth time whilst the rage transformed, from budding embers to flickering flame in his core.

The instructions to leave the graffiti as is - fuck off the planet! - die ! - had only fueled the distain in the god's mind, tainting what once was nigh-unbreakable love for humanity with thick, relentless anger.

It was a pity, and colored with sadness and regret, for it was telling of how the worlds had changed, how they had changed, and the once firm bonds between him and them were being more severed with each passing day...

' My lord..'

Whatever disdain the god carried in his mind Valkyrie's tone bore it proudly when speaking of the mortals, her voice heavily laced with it once she receives his attention.

' They are here.'

Outside the Asgardian compound, carrying the optimistic name of "New Asgard" on a sign at the entrance, the black vehicles stood in waiting, the gate opened after thunderer signals with a nod.

' How many? '

' They did not tell, but Thor...'' a pointed, warning shift in her tone. ' They are not like the others, clearly not like the others.'

' We will see.'

Adjusting composure was a necessity, staving off the worst of the rumbling rage within his being, shoulders rolled and approach to the gate a heavy, quickened stride.

There was no ceremony evolved, no grandeur or expressive gestures to be done as with meeting delegations, no proper decorum. Despite title, despite the essence of a King evident in posture and stern expression, Thor plants himself firmly on the road into the compound without royal attire, or an escort of any kind, awaiting what was to come with rising dread.

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[angie-long-legs]

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It had been a while since Angel had had a day off work, and he planned to squeeze every last drop of relaxation out of these twenty-four hours as he could. Having hit the town in an attempt to drown out the misery of the day, he had collapsed into bed in the early hours of the morning in an intoxicated haze, thinking of nothing but the blissful sleep he would have knowing tomorrow was his own. He could stay in bed all damn day if he wanted to, just him and Fat Nuggets, snoozing peacefully with nowhere else to be.

That was the plan, anyway. Or so it had been, until an unholy cacophony in the form of multiple gunshots, screams, and the various gruesome sounds of a fire-powered brawl had rudely interrupted his well-earned rest. The ten seconds between him waking up and storming over to his window to witness whatever brutal massacre had disturbed his slumber were enough time for the spider to go from zero to one hundred.

A glance outside the window showed the suspected carnage, as well as a single gunman who appeared to be defending the hotel from... well, whoever they were, it would be a long time before they regenerated back to their old selves. Still, who the fuck staged a mass-murder at - he glanced to his bedside clock - ten in the morning?!

"Hey!" Angel yelled at the top of his lungs. "Do ya fuckin' mind?! Some of us are tryin' ta sleep! Can't ya save the slaughterin' til at least afta' lunch?"

[huntresscaraquinn]

“I do,” Cara replied with a nod of her head, having finished setting the table. “And maybe that’s why we get on so well, because we know what it’s like to be in that position. To feel that way. But if you were this bad person that you make yourself out to be, this person that only hurts other people, we’d be on opposite sides. However, as it stands, you’re the only person I’ve allowed into my life.” At his comment about tea being a soulful, social drink, she smiled, “Thank you! It’s so nice to be around someone who appreciates the truly important things in life - one of the things that makes life worth living. Because very few things are better than a good cup of tea.”

—End of Thread

He listened to her explanation with interest, his heart warming smile gracing his features while putting some of the chopping up mixture into the pan once it had gotten to a decent temperature. “I suppose given the kind of things I’ve done, the blood never really comes off your hands, even if it’s just mentally, you know?”

Once the egg and vegetable mixture was happily sizzling away he let out a chuckle at her last comment. “Of course you can have a proper cuppa. It’s such a soulful, social drink.”

[savagecuhnt]

“  i gotta go, sorry.  ”

Sharp brows knit together in a confused expression as she watches the make suddenly leave from the dinner table, “wait, you can’t just leave before the meals arrive.” She’s quick to stand, the sounds of her heels clicking loudly behind her as she follows behind him. “Was is it something I said?” She questions aloud. She had thought things were moving quite smoothly, the information she had acquired for her ‘date’ seemed to have been working. Small talk was simple, as was flirting, when you knew exactly what to say to entice the other. Had she perhaps failed at properly understanding her target? "don't make me chase you in these god damn shoes!" she snaps.

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[top-shelf-tender]

💞

"Why are you such a willing sub, my love?"

send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

The Overlord stood before one of his window pane walls, arms folded neatly behind him as he appeared to study the world below. Though Husk’s back was to his bodyguard, Arch wouldn’t miss the way his tail tucked almost shyly around the front of one leg.

“When you spend your whole life bein’ the strength and support others need, sometimes it just feels nice to be taken care of for a change…”

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“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

(Questions Meme!)

"Because I can't lose more!"

In the heat of the moment he shouted across the briefing room at the man. The argument regarding their tactics and methods that had boiled over, but even Drane and Junkie had stopped to look at him.

"Gareth." The redhead shot him a furious look before shaking her head. Arch unclenched his fists and pulled away from the table.

[dontcxckitup]

Watching the other, he rounded the table and sank down in his chair, tugging a bit on his suit jacket before he could get comfortable. Arms on the armrests, gaze fixed on his opposite. “I’m sorry to hear.” He really was. His feelings were genuine, but still his face didn’t show. “I wouldn’t know how to help you, however. We are not…private investigators at people’s service. This isn’t MI6’s jurisdiction, I’m afraid.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

His serious look fades just a touch at where Mallory was drawing the line, complying with his command and getting out of the chair, moving to sit on the opposite side of the desk to Mallory's chair. Once Mallory had gotten comfortable, he continued.

"Someone went after my wife, M. Someone who knows the inner workings of my company well enough to know of one of my safehouses, and I need someone with an outside view to find them.

[savagecuhnt]

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

It’s only a playful threat, nothing all too serious just yet. She sips from her glass, allowing the smoky bitter taste of her old fashion to linger on her lipstick stained lips. She smiles warmly as she stands from her seat. You would never know just how many blades she has hidden beneath such tight fitting fabric, though just a tease, she has plenty of experience to follow through with such a threat. “Now, now I might look small, and you might think I’m all bark, but I promise darlin’ I’ve got a vicious bite.”

She walks over to the pool table, her red bottom heels clicking against hardwood flooring. “It would be a shame to have to hurt such a handsome face- ” she gently picks up the pool stick, “but I’ll do what I must.”