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It had been a slow workday, but a rather annoying one. The assignment was more like working at a daycare than actually security work. It was some diplomat's spoiled kid who wanted to go out for a night on the town. John could tell the kid was spoiled from the moment he had met him. He counted every second till his replacement got there to take over for the rest of the night. John was so done by the time his replacement he had got there, he could feel himself almost running for the nearest exit.

Once John got outside, he just stood there for a moment taking in the fresh air. He looked down at his phone to see how late it was in the night. Well least tomorrow is an off day. He took off his earpiece and draped it over the back of his neck. After finding himself in Washington, he found a small cafe that was twenty-four seven. He almost went there every day for a coffee after work rather it was morning or night. it has become something of a habit.

John had made his way there. When he entered, he had walked up to the counter and took a seat at one of the stools. He found himself sitting next to someone, and John was never one to shy away from conversation. "A bit of a fellow night owl?" He said with a smile

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Expectations || John Walker Intro

Expectations. These were something John had never been great with. If anything, his tenure as Captain America had shown just that. He had failed to live up to the expectations that were thrust upon him, and not only that, but John had also felt used. He felt he had done the mission that was put before him. He had done what was asked of him in the role. He was the good soldier. In the end he felt it was all for nothing. The next few months, he had found himself drowning in the expectation he had for himself too. Constantly he would find himself reading the articles that talked about his tenure with the shield. He had become consumed. In doing so, he hadn't realized what else he had lost in the process. His wife and kid. He had become absent, distant, and a shell of his former self.

That is when Val had found him. She had offered him a chance to not be Captain America, but a new mantle. U.S. Agent. He had seen it as a second chance and took the role. Two years later though, he would learn Val was playing at a larger game. Once again, he was expendable, but this time he wasn't alone. He had found himself with others such as Yelena and Ava. Others that Val had thought would be expendable. After the event that had taken place in New York, and the founding of the New Avengers, John felt he had finally begun to climb out of the abyss again. Maybe there was a chance he could be reunited with Olivia again.

He was sent out on a mission. It was supposed to be easy. In and out. That couldn't have been farther from the truth. One minute he is running forward for cover, and the next moment he is in an alley. An alley of Washington D.C.? John had thought this was typical big-league hero stuff. He had been teleported that was all. Again, it couldn't have been further from the truth. He had found himself in D.C., but it was not the one he knew. Whenever he had tried to leave, he found himself almost subconsciously coming back. John would try anyway he could think of for what seemed like weeks. Eventually he had given up, he figured the team would have to come for him at some point, right? Maybe time passed differently here. They would find him. At least he had hoped so. He found it best to try to blend into where he had found himself. He had gotten a small apartment. He had even got a job at a private security firm being given assignments for high profile clients. He had to pay the bills somehow. John at times even found himself enjoying the life here. A place where no one knew of his fall from grace. At least, he thought no one knew.

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If it wasn't for Venom, the fall probably would have hurt him a bit more. He picked up the clipboard as he got up before looking at the person who stood before him. "I'm so sorry about that, Ve-..my roommate had me up all night, and I was rushing out the door." He quickly stated before realizing she had handed him his camera. He turned it on, flipping through the settings. Eddie are you going to tell her? The camera lens was scuffed and with that the pictures would be too, but Eddie wouldn't say anything as he had also realized he had ruined the clipboard. "No it still works, I'm sorry about your clipboard, do you mind if I ask what it is for?"

just as she was about to knock, annie's froze at the sound of the other's harsh tone, thinking he was speaking to her. this is why door-to-door signature collection wasn't popular anymore. annie hadn't even started her pitch and she was already turned down. her bottom lip jutted in a pout while she repeatedly crossing out the next address on her clipboard. she was so focused on taking out her anger on the address in the list that she hadn't realized the other was heading straight into her. with the collision, her hand slipped and the pen drew a straight line across the page. but it was the expensive sounding thud on the floor that had her gasp. bending over, she collected the camera in a hurry as if the five-second rule applied to damages as well as germs. she handed it to him, timidly inquiring, "—did it break?"

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Eddie laid on the ground for a moment. Eddie what is the smell? Right now is not the time, is all Eddie could think to himself. Not only did Venom keep him up all night, but now he was more concerned about the drink than Eddie. He slowly got up and looked at his camera. "Shit" He tried to say it said under his breath. Eddie ask about that delicious smelling drink. Venom would continue to pester Eddie. "Its okay, it was my fault anyway." Eddie said with a half smile before finally asking semi-awkwardly, "Can I ask what kind of drink that is?"

she had, a few minutes before the man crashed into her ― bought a take away pumpkin spice latte. drank it for the first time last week, love at first taste. the woman was on her way to work. sitting at an office was no fun, but at least she talked with different people every hour. it made it a bit easier. when she saw the camera the man held in, drop to the ground, she quickly took it up. well, not all the pieces. luckily her latte was fine, but she worried about his camera now ❝ was it expensive? ❞ she asked, held it out to him ❝ maybe if you find someone who can fix it, it may work? doesn't look too broken. only the lens and a few buttons ❞

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Buggy stopped in his tracks upon entering the room, and seeing what he would consider a fight that was already over before it began. He hated that whoever this was questioned the people under him, especially in front of them, but their skill was something Buggy seen as an opportunity. He yelled to his staff to drag the beaten person outback and to start cleaning up. He walked up beside the person and threw both of his arms on the bar. "You may be right, are you looking for work?" He asked with a scheming smile.

"Seems you need better security." Maik Tar said, beating the ever-living life out of a person who dared tried to mess with him. He's lucky he didn't shoot the guy. "Also, you need a cleaning crew." Tar got up, kicked the person down for good measure and took napkins to wipe his hands off.

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Reed turned to realize he wasn't alone. He doesn't know why he thought he would be alone. It is a public park after all. "I apologize. I hadn't realized anyone was sitting here" Reed said, he was going to stop there but continued, "Have you ever had such an idea, but can't seem to get the idea into existence?"

"Pardon me?" Ignis asked, turning his head toward the figure talking. The chef isn't sure if it's to him or out loud, but he answers anyway.

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Reed hadn't realized he wasn't alone. He looked over quickly at whoever was sitting next to him. How could Reed even explain what he was talking about? Was it even explainable? Reed let out a sigh and told his best lie, "Work. They say they want grand ideas until it is shown to them."

Now that autumn had finally arrived it was easier for Spike to roam the streets of D.C. The sun set at a good time which gave them more time to people watch, go to the bar and if they were lucky maybe something to eat. Sitting at a park bench with their eyes closed, they tried to just have a moment for themself when they heard someone's voice. Arching a brow, the vampire looked at the other. "What?"

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hello everyone! this will be my event starter/plotting post! it’s going to be short so i can update it as plotting occurs (and totally not due to the fact i currently only have three muses) i’m down for anything really so please don’t be shy!

i’m really looking forward to the upcoming event, so please like and i’ll reach out to start plotting or reply with a pairing for starters!

eddie brock is not AWARE of the change. He is a knight who some may think is off, he regularly will spew random thoughts about how this isn’t the reality he is used to. this is due to while eddie brock may not remember d.c. venom on the other hand does. but also due to the intervention of venom, eddie is a skilled fighter and knight. eddie just believes these are random thoughts he has, not even realizing venom is there with him.

possible plots: fellow knights, people who are curious why he talks to himself, and/or interested in why he is always speaking of another reality

reed richards is not AWARE of the change. he is a plague doctor, he is noted for his expertise and talent which has helped him become quite wealthy. when not working though, he is known to be quite the recluse. not much is known about him, so there is a interest in his social life from other nobles.

possible plots: helping people who are sick, other plague doctors, or nobles.

buggy is AWARE of the change. buggy doesn’t mind it though, it gives him a rush being in the current setting he’s been thrown into. he’s the head of a crew of thieves, where in usual buggy style, they do most of the work and he reaps the benefits. he also likes that unlike in d.c. he can be a little more free with his devil fruit power.

possible plots: has stolen from you or for you, other thieves either apart of his crew or rivals, or just a goofy time.

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It was another great day of business. Well, some would call it that. By some, that would be Buggy. He was sitting in the back, boots kicked up on the desk counting the profit of the day and putting it into his safe. It wasn't the pirate life, but hey it was enough for now. Every now and again patrons would get rowdy, and Buggy would put on a show of strength, but it never got too out of hand.

It seemed one of those times was happening right now. Buggy tried to ignore it at first continuing to count until it got too loud. He let out a groan, locking his safe. He kicked the door of his office open, "What the hell is happening out here?"

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Was that [JEFF WARD]? Oh no no, that was just [BUGGY THE CLOWN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ONE PIECE]. They are [THIRTY-FOUR] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Member of the Roger Pirates. Warlord. Emperor. Buggy the Clown had gone by many names, and if you didn't know him, it would strike fear into your heart. If you knew him though? You'd ask how he got so lucky. Buggy the Clown had started off apart of The Roger Pirates, he had been taken in when he was young. Him and S-..well that doesn't matter now. He was the favorite, and Buggy wasn't. When Roger had been executed by the World Government, Buggy was left to his own devices.

He would soon form his own crew, and continue to fall upwards. He had never wanted any grand aspirations such as becoming King of the Pirates or finding Rogers' treasure. He was just Buggy the Clown. But after the War of the Best, he had become a Warlord. Then after a tenuous relationship occurred with Crocodile and Mihawk forming the Cross Guild, he had become an Emperor. It seemed that Buggy just continued to keep falling upward.

Which is great, until he found himself somewhere strange. Odd. Weird. Even for Buggy. He found himself in a place where there were no pirates. No World Government. No treasures to be found. Buggy the Clown always found a way though. He opened a tavern quite literally called, Buggy's Tavern. Buggy had a following again amongst the patrons and employees, and he got the credit. Hey, maybe this isn't so bad, maybe he'll just continue to fall upward here as well.

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Eddie had scrambled out the door. He was late to work, again. He was told the assignment the day before, and when the assignment was to take place. He knew he would need to get to bed at a certain hour. That didn't stop Venom from keeping him up all night asking him nonsensical questions about the most random of topics. Now he was late due to even entertaining it. Eddie, fighting bad guys was easier then this, why do we even keep this "job". "Not now!" Eddie tried to whisper sternly to Venom as he ran out the door. But before he knew it, next thing Eddie knew he had crashed into someone, dropping his camera onto the ground and falling with a thud.

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We Are Venom | Eddie Brock's Intro

Was that [TOM HARDY]? Oh no no, that was just [EDDIE BROCK/VENOM], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [MARVEL]. They are [FORTY-TWO] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Eddie. Venom. Where did one start and the other begin? That was a bit of a tough question as the last few years they had bonded more than what could have been believed beforehand. It was a chance situation that led the two to bond, but neither would be what they were today without the other.

First there was the situation with the Life Foundation and Carlton Drake which had been a bit of a mess. It lead to them fighting Riot, which could have gone better. Then there was the maniac Cletus Cletus Kasady who had a symbiote of his own in Carnage, technically one that Venom considered a son. Again could have went better. Eddie also lost Anne. Okay, long story short, a lot could have went better, but no matter what happened the two had each other. They were dependent upon each other at this point, and they were all the better for it.

Which leads to the next chapter, where they are now. Eddie had been transported from one alternate universe to the other. He had saw something that was called a Spider-Man on the television, and before he could even investigate, he was thrown into another universe. One in which he ended up in Washington D.C. Sure Eddie had been there a few times in his own universe, but this one was so much different. There was no Life Foundation here, No other Symbiotes.

Eddie and Venom once again depended on one another. Eddie had found a job at the local newspaper taking pictures. It didn't pay great, but it paid enough to support him (and Venom). He had started to grown accustomed to this new life, while Venom? Well the Symbiote would get used to it, right?

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Reed's head quickly turned. He didn't respond right away, analyzing the situation in his head. He looked over the newspaper, and thought upon the man's response to what he had said aloud. "Who are they?" Reed asked.

"That's what they all say." Sherlock replied as he lowered the newspaper he had been reading. Parks were always an excellent places to get information, snatches of conversations overheard when people thought they were at a safe enough distance.

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Reed looked over, not realizing until this point someone had been next to him. He went to speak, but was at a loss of words. This was unlike him. "I apologize, a long day at work," Reed said softly, "Did I interrupt anything important?"

They weren't exactly a stranger to the concept of people thinking aloud. Kai tended to indulge in the act themselves from time-to-time. Granted, they often tried to keep it to less public places, but who they were to judge really? Their curiosity was somewhat piqued as to what they could possibly be referring too, but their focus was on their own work too much to really consider indulging. The neuroscientist spared a glance over at the other from the opposite side of the bench, and figured if they wanted privacy they'd mention it.

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Reed had just got out of another thrilling day of doing projects that he thought were entirely too easy, and also a complete waste of time. This world was much more peaceful than his, which meant The Think Tank was focused on much more menial task. He had tried to bring up bigger ideas, but unfortunately they thought they were, in their words, "too far fetched."

He walked through the park on his way home stopped on the bench, and pulled out his thermos. He poured himself a small cup of coffee, took a sip, and then proceeded to think out loud. "It should have worked."

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I was Once Something Fantastic | Reed Richards Intro

Was that [PEDRO PASCAL]? Oh no no, that was just [REED RICHARDS OF EARTH-6160], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [MARVEL]. They are [FORTY FIVE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from the city for long.

Who he had once been felt like a distant dream to Reed Richards. He once had been a brilliant scientist pushing the boundaries of what was possible. He once had a great friend in the form of Ben Grimm, he once had a found brother in Johnny Storm, and he once had a love for a woman named Sue. That was all taken by him. The Maker had taken it from him. He had scarred him, taken a portion of his intelligence, and left him with a scarred face to remember it all. Where once had been Reed Richards, now there was only Doom.

He had found a second chance when he had met the young Tony Stark. Together they were gonna right The Maker's wrongs. While Tony and his Ultimates focused on restoring the heroes who never knew of their destiny, Doom was focused on something much more important. He seen how his counterpart lived, with the life he could only dream of. He spent every waking moment trying to figure out how to fix the Immortus Engine, while also trying to figure out where his calculations went wrong. Never knowing that none of this he was at fault for.

He thought he had done it, he thought he could finally go back in time. Stop all these wrongs before they could occur. Instead he woke up somewhere strange and different. It was a world that while different, was similar to his own. It was more peaceful than his own, but that was of little consequence to him. He had acquired a job at a local think tank, working on what seemed like menial task. It had been months to him, but with every month after he grew more determined. He had to get back. He didn't care what it would take.