#verse: mcu

[curse-of-frell]

@brooklyn-duo from here

"You just-" He reached out to push the button he had been indicating. "Press this when the ball comes near you and it hits it. And, like, you don't want the ball to fall- It's like real life?" He was too busy laughing to explain properly, though he was doing his best not to piss Bucky off too much.

[malka-lisitsa]

Verse- Marvel AU Deadpool variant

Originally Katerina Petrova, Katherine was born in Bulgaria to a family with archaic morals. So when she had a not so happy run in with a man who manipulated her and ended up having a baby out of wed lock she was disowned and exiled. Never saw her baby again- GASP! So FAR!

Katerina found her way to the Americas where she integrated into the culture very quickly, learning to drop her accent in record time and the language almost as fast. Three months in and you could hardly tell she wasn't native.

Katerina got a job waiting tables at a local diner but was still struggling to make ends meet. One day a man named Trevor approached her and told her of an opportunity where she could earn some money if she was willing to undergo an experimental procedure. He billed it as low risk, and the possibility to help people. After a few days debate, Katerina accepted the offer and was taken to meet a man named Klaus Mikaelson.

As it turns out it was actually highly invasive and was meant to trigger dormant mutant genes into activation. (after his mother had done something similar to him and his siblings he became obsessed with perfecting and unleashing his true potential)

It took a long time to trigger Kathrine's and the process was excruciatingly painful. Needless to say her social standing with this fuck is not friendly. One night while running her mouth Klaus sent her to a torture chamber of sorts to teach her a lesson that ultimately ended up triggering her dormant Gene and how she escaped. In doing so she destroyed his whole facility and every bit of research data he had gathered (hes very old school he doesnt like computers "impersonal" and "Hackable") Jokes on him at least they're less flammable.

Angered with her slight against him Klaus set about a mission to kill her for what she had done, which has kept Katerina, now Katherine on the run for quite a few years.

Down the road while living under the radar Katherine learned how to fight, and got damn good at it. She also met a man named Stefan Salvatore who she fell for instantly. This proved a problem several years into their relationship when she caught wind Klaus was on her tail and had to bolt without explanation. Obviously to protect him.

Powers and weaknesses: oooooo patriotic

immune to all sickness

hella regeneration factor she can regrow limbs and even her entire body if need be

super strength and speed

healing factor

telepathic resistance

immortality

the most insane wit you've ever heard

highly trained and skilled fighter.

Sharp retractable fangs (oop! Didn't think I'd leave out her vampirism roots did you?)

runs her mouth way too much

breaks the 4th wall

needs blood to be able to function correctly* (preferably human)

Incredible allergy to direct sunlight, it burns her skin like acid

wood slows her regenerative abilities

Wishes Stefan were Wolverine and gets lost in day dreams.

*Little side note thingie down here-

If she doesn't drink blood all of her powers weaken but mostly she gets this horrible brain fog that prevents her from thinking clearly and she will eventually desiccate and be rendered a cognitive husk- still immortal. It's not pretty folks.

The suit actually is designed to protect her from the sun. It's why shes covered head to toe.

[torchedx]

Don't start with me about people skills, kidnappy-mcgrabbyhands!

@amarvelousmencgerie

"Hey, sweetheart. I've been looking everywhere for you. C'mere, I want to introduce you to someone." Johnny was fairly sure he'd never spoken to this girl in his life, much less have been searching the party for her, but it was the quickest way to extricate her from what looked like a borderline painful encounter with a lord old enough to be her grandfather. Johnny'd had the misfortune of being trapped in that conversation before, and he wouldn't wish it on his dearest enemy, much less a beautiful blonde. His arm wrapped around her waist, and he steered her away without further explanation.

He dropped his arm as though he'd been burned, but that might have been to snag a couple of glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. "Wow, okay. That wasn't a kidnapping. I was saving you from a conversation with the world's most boring human. Nobody beats his Most Stuffy Lordship at ruining a party. So you're welcome." That was gratitude for you. He offered her one of the glasses and tipped the other toward his lips, emptying its contents in one swallow. He wasn't even that fond of champagne, but in a party this dull, he'd take whatever he could get.

[wingsandshield]

💬 Nick, rumor has it you have a crush on the mutant who rescued you

@falliblexpenance

"I don't have a crush on anyone, I'm not twelve. …But c'mon, did you see that guy? He walked in and took out those Division agents like he was shopping for soy sauce. Pretty easy on the eyes too, nice accent, cool power… But no, I don't get mixed up with organized mutants. Nobody's ever accused me of being a team player. We probably won't even see each other again."

[itsaliveitsalive]

💬 + Victor Frankenstein is a true believer in Arnim Zola's cause

@murder-popsicle

"As amusing as that is, I'm not really a person who believes in things. Science doesn't require belief, and it will go on being true or untrue regardless of how we feel about it. It's true that for a time, my goals aligned with Arnim Zola's, but that is no longer the case. His aim is to conquer the world. Mine is to conquer death itself. I'll grant that Zola has managed to extend his consciousness past physical death, but I have no interest in being reduced to a brain in a jar. I won't pretend not to take some satisfaction in it when I'm able to end him with a mere few keystrokes."

[awcoffee-no]

what if i mess this all up?

@sioraiocht

It was a strange thing, being on a team again. A team that, despite avenging being part of the name, were considered the good guys and, typically, we were on the right side of the law. All of the above were unusual for Clint, even after years of adjusting to working for SHIELD. It had to be even stranger for Natasha. These weren't just agents and assassins they were working with anymore. They were friends. It made the stakes so much higher.

He'd been rattling around what was now Avengers Tower and their new home for over a week, figuring out the layout of the vents and where JARVIS did and did not have eyes and ears-- typical spy shit. Though he was content to spend most of his days and nights here, he wasn't giving up his building in Bed-Stuy either. Never hurt to have a backup and, like Nat seemed to, a part of him still felt this could all crash and burn at any moment.

It was the middle of the night when he'd wandered out for a drink and found her in a rare moment of self-doubt. He pulled a half-hearted smile, Natasha's face cradled between his palms. "So what? You forget who you're talking to? I fuck it up all the time, and you still love me. Even with your scary 'Clint you just fucked this up royally' face on." He kissed her forehead and drew back, picking up his glass. "We got this."

[grimmusings]

honesty hour for Rumlow -- why did you obey Alexander Pierce's orders if you thought he was such a bad leader?

Answered here! 💀

[devilinareddressx]

"Why can't I quit you? What did you do to me?" -Matt

"Darling, I didn't make you this way. You've always had the devil in you. Isn't that what you told me?" She wrapped her arms around his waist, assuming he would let her get that close. Elektra rarely had any idea where she stood with him, and she liked it that way. She'd have gotten bored if it was easy. And it would be a lie to say she didn't love the darkest parts of Matthew Murdock, even encouraged them as often as she could get away with it.

[gallowsheart]

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Often when he was working late or had a case that was particularly troubling, Jude found himself taking walks in the middle of the night. As a detective, he knew the dangers of the New York City streets at night as well as anyone, but that didn't stop him from re-enacting his own private Ray Bradbury story night after night. Oddly, he'd never run into much trouble either. He wasn't particularly imposing--middle-aged man in a tan trench coat. He didn't even really look like a cop. Anyone he passed along the way just went about their business, and he went about his.

More and more lately, he ended up at a small park. There was a bench by a pond beneath a tree that he liked during the daytime as well, and he sometimes brought his lunch there. It was a completely different atmosphere at night, and it felt almost secluded, tucked away in its own private universe. He prayed quietly while he sat there, murmuring the familiar words under his breath. He never asked for answers or for help. He'd learned the hard way not to ask for much from god. But there was a sense of peace that stole over him when he finished, his mind calmed, doubts quieter. Jude didn't know if that counted as an answer, but it felt like grace anyway.

Sometimes he had the sense he wasn't alone, and not because god was listening to him. This was one of those times, though there was nothing specific he could pinpoint. After a few moments, he tried a tentative, "Hello?" At worse, he figured he'd feel a little silly talking to himself.

[curse-of-frell]

"Don't say a word."

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . || Accepting

Elliot's eyebrows went up when his casual sauntering over to the other had gotten him an immediate order; the flecks of gold that always lingered in his otherwise green irises sparkled as he mimed zipping his lips shut. He tipped his head to the side and lifted his arms in a 'what now?' kind of motion before he started laughing to himself.

[torchedx]

"I never want to lose you. You are my star and fire" - from Peter

It was no secret that Johnny didn't always think before he acted. Actually, it was usually something a miracle if he thought at all. Peter was a good influence on him, his brand of level-headed responsibility occasionally bleeding over and making Johnny a more thoughtful human, but it was by no means a foolproof influence. Nowhere was it more apparent than when he was acting as the Human Torch. He wasn't the type to go looking for people in trouble, but when his team called for him, he was there without question. He wouldn't hesitate to throw himself into the line of fire--so to speak--to protect them.

His injuries were bad enough to land him in the hospital this time: a couple of broken ribs, a concussion, a few lacerations that required stitches, and a hell of a road rash. Safe to say even Johnny couldn't just laugh that one off, though he'd tried, cracking jokes in the ambulance on the way there. That pain medication was the shit. He'd barely even felt it then, still coasting on adrenaline and halfway delirious. He could feel it now though, tucked in a hospital bed with Peter's hand in his, all of his body's numerous complaints making themselves known. He was only there for observation and would probably check out in the morning.

He gave his hand a soft squeeze, the other reaching up to smooth the worried frown from between his brows. "Hey, you're not gonna lose me. I'm fine. Barely a scratch."

[vvidowbite]

❤️ @biblicallyaccuratemcu liked for a starter

Natasha had been to many parties and charity events like this, either for work or for the Avengers since Stark had a penchant for opulence, but she had to admit the theme of this one was intriguing. Masks couldn't entirely hide identities, not when she could read build and body language almost as easily with her skillset, but it required more familiarity than simply memorizing faces. There were likely fewer strangers here than it seemed at a glance, and the uncertainty of it put an interesting layer over the events. It would be the perfect place for an assassination, but alas, she was only there to gather a little intel.

It could wait though. There was a sharp jawline and a pair of arresting eyes gazing at her from across the dancefloor. She hadn’t taken great pains to hide her identity here. The intricate black half-mask didn't do a lot to hide her face, her hair a spill of red waves down her back, and she'd had to get creative hiding weapons in a red dress that hugged her curves. Count them all and get a prize. (The weapons, obviously. Why, what were you thinking?) Red-painted lips turned up at the corner, a tilt of her head inviting him to meet her in the middle.

[crossxxbones]

❛ Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. ❜

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Things had been easier at the cabin since Clint pulled a knife on him. He wouldn't have called it peaceful, since neither of them were really the kind for peace--Brock would always be a bossy asshole, and Clint would always be a sassy little shit--but it was the closest they'd been since the truth had come out. That confrontation had forced them both to acknowledge that even though Brock was a lying, manipulative fuck, they both wanted him here.

He'd taken the dog out when the sun came up to run around while he chopped some wood for the fire, returning later in the morning. He'd toweled off the dog, a massive gray-black mutt he'd started to call Bruiser for the way he body slammed people as a form of affection, and stomped the snow off his boots before he bent to unlace them, so they wouldn't both drip all over the floor. He went on socked feet to pour himself a cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow at his less than enthusiastic welcome.

"I think we've established I'm not gonna kill ya. So what are you on about?" He gripped Clint's jaw a little harder than necessary to turn his face to him, possessive and domineering as ever, but he did as he requested and leaned to kiss him.

[charmed-redemption]

MCU: Power of Two

[itsaliveitsalive]

💀 @murder-popsicle liked for a starter

Victor had worked with HYDRA for several decades, first on the super soldier serum, then the Winter Soldier program, and finally multiverse travel, though he'd never disclosed to them just how far he'd gotten on that project. He had mixed feelings about the success of the second one, but mind control had never been of particular scientific interest to him. Tides had shifted as they moved toward a new century, however, and Director Pierce had new and ambitious goals for the organization. Victor had never had any particular loyalty to HYDRA. He worked for them because it suited his purposes at the time and because they had fewer ethics than their competitors; if it hadn't been HYDRA, it would have been something else.

But he could tell when it was time to get out. Faking his own death right under their noses was by no means a simple process, but he was meticulous about it, wiping his name and much of his research from their databases on his way out, the body nearly unidentifiable in what little remained of the base after an unfortunate lab accident. Then he'd stepped through a door and more or less left that world behind. In a few decades, it was unlikely anyone would even remember his name. Except someone did. Victor came back to that Earth every now and again to check on things. HYDRA had fallen with Insight, but he knew it was like a cockroach or the common cold, impossible to ever fully stamp out. He'd also discovered that someone had freed Zola from his technological prison, a problem that would need to be dealt with sooner rather than later-- if it wasn't already too late.

Someone was searching his name in tandem with Zola's. They had worked together for a time, but there were few people left alive who would know that. Curious though he was, he wasn't foolish enough to reveal himself to them, simple text appearing on the screen:

Hello.

[awcoffee-no]

i was just a girl somebody picked out in a bar.

@sioraiocht

Clint had watched many men, and sometimes women, flirt with Natasha in bar after bar around the world. On missions, in their downtime, sometimes even when they were pretending to be a couple for the sake of their cover. It was relentless and often hilarious and sometimes offensive, and he generally had no idea how she really felt about any of it. (How he really felt about it was better left unexamined; Clint wasn't much for introspection at the best of times, and certainly not with a drink in his hand.)

He'd just watched the latest hopeful slink away with their tail between their legs, a look of amused incredulity on his face that faded as he glanced at her, trying to decipher her expression. He must have decided she needed some comfort because he leaned his shoulder against hers, free hand giving a light tug to a strand of vibrant red hair and knowing full well he risked losing digits that way. "You could never be just a girl."