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@incxndia

“Does this helmet make me look fat ? “

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@wandica

“ So uh, what is it exactly that you do ?? ” 

“---if ya don’t mind my asking.”

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@aspidey

“ Hate to bug you but— “

“ looks like a little somethin’ decided to hitch a ride. “ He tries to be NONCHALANT but horribly fails; motioning and glancing with bulging eyes at a string of toliet paper stuck to his…spider shoe?? Were they boots ?? He couldn’t really tell. Just.. THAT. His face screamed; it really bothered him for some reason. The toliet paper, and the not noticing…didn’t this kid have super senses ?? All Scott got was a used ( but still PRETTY cool ) suit; and a lame hero alias . He’d kill to be bug–no, no ARACHNID—boy over there.  All pretty with the speaky new get-up Tony made him & those spider-senses the kid kept going on about….

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antdork & the killer queen in... material world.

The more he talked, the more impressed she was. And not in the good way. A girl would think that after dealing with subjects like Deadpool, you saw… no, you HEARD everything. Yet, this one was not so behind. It seems that she attracts all those who are not very skilled when it comes to seduction. But once again, she has nothing better to do than try to give him high hopes before she leaves without him.

Or perhaps she could leave with him and take him to her attic.

Who knows. That was yet to be seen.

The assassin sat down on her stool, crossing her legs, one of them appearing from under the crimson fabric. She leaned her chin on her hand, allowing him to understand that she was actually paying attention to him.

‘ I see you like the REAL thing, just like I do. ’ she teased, her drink still on her right hand. Elektra tried to avoid men like him. But if she was honest, she tried to avoid any sort of man that could have the smallest hint of light inside of him. She was so beyond the line that there’s no chance for her of coming back. But… Once again, this was just a matter of ONE night ( if she finally agrees ). So… Who cares?

Her mind got distracted when he pointed at his own body. Elektra raised her hand, resting it over his chest, her fingers moving up towards the collar, before she caressed the curve of his shoulder and ended up feeling the muscle of his arm. Not bad. Not bad AT ALL.

That same hand finally fell over her lap, playing with the soft fabric of her dress. Well, well. It seems that even if clumsy, he was managing to point this silly flirting towards a certain DIRECTION. So Elektra decided to let him take a step forward in his personal path and said. ‘ Very well, Mr Lang. But you cannot deny me that we are in different leagues since we play by different RULES. ’

The assassin observed how he asked her very same drink. A smirk appeared over her soft lips. Perhaps she was smiling a bit too much around him. ‘ Do you want to know what I think? ’ her voice was lower, way more intimate, but still with clear intentions to mock and tease him. Her accent corrupted her words and made them smoother than they actually were. ‘ I think that this is you, desperate to have a story to tell tomorrow morning. Desperate to not leave this party all ALONE. Would you brag about this? Would you tell your Avenger friends you got lucky with the crazy assassin? ’ she tilted her head and continued talking. ‘ I would not appreciate that. I have a REPUTATION to maintain. ’ in fact. She would not care, she just wanted to see his reaction.

She just kept feeding his fire; he was both moth & flame. She was the oxygen that filled his lungs & stoked the embers;a sun rising---brighter & brighter---to extinguish the cold & isolating abyss that was the night. Her smile had to be the most beautiful thing in all of time & space. More spectacular than any of the wonders of the world, more heavenly than any choir of angels or presence god could ever emit, more earth shattering than any meteor shower or cosmic cataclysm could ever begin to address. Those scarlet lips & that shy laugh, was suddenly everything to him.

He wanted to drown in the sea of all that crimson & never find his land legs again. Have mercy !!! He whined, tone dripping with desire---though again he heard another’s voice in his head. More sirens & red lights. He starting sipping at his fresh drink, the glass warm with the clear liquid in his hands, the glass so thin he was amazed it didn’t shatter in his grip. Yes, alcohol would smother his better judgment---his old & reliable friend. He winces and sucks in air slipping past his sensitive teeth and into the hollow of his throat.

 “ Whoa ! What the hell is in that ? Jet fuel ?? ” Another whiff and he recoils; coughing & gagging as he fans the space around him from it’s toxic fumes, “ ... and do I detect a hint of cyanide ?? That isn’t...I don’t think that’s intended for human consumption---and you...you actually like drinking that ? “ A cartoonish expression of disgust graces his features as he shoves the glass away from him and begins to settle on a stool next to her instead. As he listens to her irresistible voice & it’s rich accent seep through her speech, he begins to stretch a bit in his chair. Cracking his neck & rolling his stiff shoulders from a day spent bent over at his new job working at Stark Industries. Yes finally, paychecks coming in every other week instead of just somehow hoping that he’d miraculously survive with little he money he saved each frreaking day. 

Life was a ride and he was stuck on it; it had no exits or emergency breaks, and right now this precious gift had somehow crossed tracks with the most known & coveted person in the entire world ( probably; he wouldn’t doubt that ). Sharp, deadly, beautiful, & confident.  Danger was stitched into the very fabric of her skin, fatally embraced her every movement & word like the dress she wore, appropriately the hue of freshly spilled blood. 

Her comment struck him like a bolt of lightening; igniting his skin & straightening his spine further in his seat. “ What makes you think I play by any rules ? I thought you knew I make this all up as I go along. “ He didn’t know what the hell he was doing...most if not all percent of the time. He didn’t know what it was to be a hero, he hadn’t had much of a chance to be a dad with his time away in prison. He was a shit husband & couldn’t keep a ‘normal’ job to save his own skin. Only thing he knew how to do was...b u r g l e. And he was damn good at it too. He spent a good part of his life before Cassie stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. A real modern day Robin Hood. He knew more about crime & the underworld & rats that lived there than the saints & heroes that soared  in the sun. 

Sure he didn’t kill people. He didn’t even get properly trained in the fighting arts until AFTER spending time in the pen. But it’s not like he was one to judge or that he wasn’t going down that path, eventually. Not until a certain suit came into his life and suddenly he was put in a new role, expected to be a different person. He was still adjusting at best. The idea of anyone seeing him as something as than a screw up, a criminal, a failure---completely threw him off balance. She must’ve saw a hero, a good guy...something  about him. Or maybe she just assumed. Either way he could feel a warm feeling growing in his gut and felt a faint blush on his cheeks. What...what the hell is happening to me ?? He wasn’t used to feeling like this...not ever; but luckly her brupt words in that husky tone ripped him from the hazy maze of his mind and then hit him over the head with a ton of bricks, just to make sure he heard right. Not like this hadn’t been a crazy night already or anything...nOPE. 

A gasp leaves his animated face, a hands draped over his chest for emphasis, “ I am shocked...no, no I’m offended !! Do you really think so little of me ?? I may be able to shrink down but I’m still a man--- with a man sized heart & now man sized hurt feelings. Have you no shame!!! “ He was SO full of shit; acting so wounded & betrayed.  What an asshat; pretending to be crippled by her assumptions, he continued all too happily to play her little game. “ And how do I know you won’t go to your little assassin buddies and start bragging about getting lucky with an Avenger, hmmm ?? How can I trust you won’t do that ?? “  Using her own sentiments against her like a goddamn child. He was such a hyprocrite, such a ridiculous asshole that it just might work. 

He was having waaaay too much fun. More fun than he should be allowed to have. Maybe the jet fuel gave him that extra kick, just enough to push him off the edge---whatever or whoever was to blame, he couldn’t stop smiling. The idiot just couldn’t stop smiling. 

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🐜 starter call 🐜

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like this for a TERRIBLE bug related joke from yours truly

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@oftwentyeight

“ It is always like this ?!? “

“ Would the world really fall apart if we...I dunno, took just one day off ?? Just one tinsy weensy day. Like not even a day. Just a few hours. One movie !! Can’t we all just see a movie together ?? I still want to see The Revenant; won Leo his oscar y’know !!! ( About damn time, if you ask me ) “

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‘ It’s like we are soulmates. Not everybody appreciates enough 100% cotton fabrics. I heard that some people mix it with other tissues. Can you even believe that? ’

She had to deal with the sons of other ambassadors, politicians and even frat boys. And yet, he was managing to flirt with her in the oddest way possible. Once again, she was bored enough to allow him to flap around her. ‘ That sounds very tempting. ’ Elektra teased and played a bit with her drink. ‘ But let’s say that we play in different leagues. I don’t think you would be able to match my EXPECTATIONS. ’

“ That’s exactly what I was going to say !! It’s like you’re reading my mind, “ he continues to cajole her using his best weapon---his sense of humor. He was no billionaire like Tony Stark or womanizer like Matt Murdock but hey, at least he knew how to get a laugh. 

Lousy hero. Ex-convict. Divorcee & dad. 

He had his faults ( which were many ) but god help him, if he wasn’t trying. At least he was trying. To stay on the straight & narrow path even when tempted by old dirty habits, habits & impulses which more often than not where the heart of his troubles. To be the father that Cassie deserved, to be the hero she thought he was, that the world needed him to be. 

And yet here he stood, at a some fancy smancy bar in uptown new york, canoodling with the world’s most notorious assassin---Elektra Natchios--the red death. Tony said, ‘ word hard, play hard ’ so here he was at the counter of some high strung restaurant & bar he suggested using Stark’s money he offered graciously for working overtime the past couple nights. Who could say no to THE Tony Stark? Not Scott Lang. Broke, homeless, & just now beginning to make a name for himself other than  thief ‘ burglar ‘. 

Foot in the mouth had nothing on the second Ant-man. He could swallow the entire ocean and still wouldn’t know when to shut up. He thought he was so cute & charming. “ I know right ?? Only 100% pure fabrics for this guy. No substitutions allowed here.”  He motioned at his lithe & surprisingly  ( you had to do something in prison to pass the time, right ?? ) well sculpted frame, all too aware of how the sand colored shirt hugged his body ( ever so tightly nicely ). 

“ Why don’t I get us another one of those things , “ he over-exaggerated fingers point at her drink, a curiosity burns in the soft lines of his forehead & corners of his light-filled eyes.  Not sure what to make of it or the woman sipping the glass; his amusement & interest piqued by the second, growing more apparent in a sloppy half grin on his already dopey face,” and then talk about who’s out of whose league, okay? ”

He baits  with a boyish smirk dancing on his lips, while a  playful fire is lit in the depths of his sky blue eyes; waving down the bartender once more he orders himself another drink---her drink---just to spite her. You see, Scott he liked games, he enjoyed playing them... and nothing quite beat the thrill of a new challenge---except---beating them. But first he had to be drunk enough to somehow think it was safe---or sane--to tango with Miss Kill Kill Stab Stab over here. God save him, that crazy fool. 

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“Oh for Christ’s sake.  You serious? What ol’ Winghead is  the new Santa Claus?”

“ Weeeellllll, he is the big guy in red....and white and blue. I guess,  if Santa was a patriotic super soldier than----sure, why not ? Beats being an obese child  s t a l k er . 

Actually, now I can’t stop thinking about it. How creepy Santa Claus really is...I mean, an old fat guy breaking into your home to give children presents ??

.... that’s gotta be breaking at least a few laws, right ? Hey, Frank--- if you could...would you uh, off old Kris Kringle ?? “

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@traghizein continued from this

Let’s be honest. That was not even a way to flirt. That’s just hoping not to die in someone’s presence while you talk until you manage to fuck it up. And he did that quite soon, in fact. Still, Elektra was bored enough to pay him attention. ‘ 100% cotton?That’s fucking WILD. I am always a slut for comfortable t-shirts. ’

“ What ? That’s so funny so am I !!  Probably why I’m wearing it. Look at us, we have so much in common. “

“ Why don’t you say you’ll go out with me and maybe I’ll let you keep the shirt ??  Sounds TOO good to resist, if you ask me,“ He wasn’t as full of shit as he appeared, he knew he didn’t have a chance but...that was part of the fun---the risk. He always had a weakness for beautiful women, despite the red flags shooting up in his mind as Captain America’s voice echoed in that authoritative baritone reverberating in that thick skull of his: you do not sleep with the supervillains ( no matter what Tony Stark says ).  But hey !!!  What’s the worst that could happen ?? She kill him in his sleep?? He joked, but for some reason his tongue startled to feel like cotton in his mouth and there was a prickling sensation beginning in the base of his neck; all of which he quickly ignored as he got lost in the fathomless eyes of the BREATH-TAKING  known killer. 

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“ oooooo---yeah. I don’t know if I should be talking to you.”

“ You’re kinda on Cap’s  n a u g h t y  list. “

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“ Hate to bug you but--- “

“ looks like a little somethin’ decided to hitch a ride. “ He tries to be NONCHALANT but horribly fails; motioning and glancing with bulging eyes at a string of toliet paper stuck to his...spider shoe?? Were they boots ?? He couldn’t really tell. Just.. THAT. His face screamed; it really bothered him for some reason. The toliet paper, and the not noticing...didn’t this kid have super senses ?? All Scott got was a used ( but still PRETTY cool ) suit; and a lame hero alias . He’d kill to be bug--no, no ARACHNID---boy over there.  All pretty with the speaky new get-up Tony made him & those spider-senses the kid kept going on about....

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Hey, how about the fact that I fought an Avenger and didn’t die?

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Sentence Meme sentences

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

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When Antman Meets Cap

Falcon: He's coming downstairs Scott, so you should be seeing him shortly.

AntMan: Oh man! I bet he's so cool! Like totally calm and collected and a great leader-and I bet he's jus-

Cap: SAM GET YOUR WINGS I'VE LOST BUCKY AGAIN [*busts through window**sounds of gunfire**sirens blaring*]

Antman: ....wait-

Falcon: Congrats, you've now met Captain America.

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this is the same person who writes @theveteranreporter & @makesherownodds & formerly was TINYPURPLEPRICK/evilpriick. 

why yes hello it’s me. I’m doing a test run on Scott. I’m reading Ant-man comics as we speak; i fell madly in love after watching the movie so now im drowning in ANTDORK.