★ — scarlvts.
wanda grinned as she saw the male, mentioning him over to join her as she popped up from downward dog, “care to partake in yoga or a little meditation? it is good for the soul sometimes,”
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「★」 — ❛ i’ve been frozen in place for far too long. ❜ the soldier resolves. he surmises through inaudible synapses: only affliction resides in meditation. ❛ you don’t want me getting lost in my head. ❜
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@arcbled ft. your parents
“Do you even remember them?”
“I remember all of them.”
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★ — dangerborns.
and the moon will plead the stars to stay but come daybreak , both entities dissipate beneath the burning light . ( stay , she begs . DON’T GO , not again . she wouldn’t let him go this time . ) master of deception is she who holds title of slavic shadow , evasion of truth and fraudulence told through charm dipped dialect . excuse was efficient , satisfactory enough to draw his out his presence . so the question strikes her but any hiccup in demeanour is not shown through countenance . “ what are you talking about james ? ” perplexity in timbre , scarlet tresses flicked over shoulder . “ i told you what the party’s for — networking . ”
「★」 — her polished falsities, unlike those of HYDRA’S serpentine tongue, are devised to deflect as opposed to hemorrhage sovereignty. arms of both humanoid physique and tormented vibranium fold atop his chest. ❛ you told me what you needed in order to get me here. ❜ cranium inclines and a stray, dark shard distorts his vision. ❛ good strategy. ❜ the way she augments JAMES hastens a numbed pulse. crimson tresses caress her shoulder -- his mental cache reveals a flare of warmth amidst the divine freeze. his marred anatomy once coveted her, but now only she fathoms fragmented past. ❛ and we both know i’m more damage than help, волчица. ❜
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★ — arcbled.
❛ can we NOT do this whole doom and gloom thing today ? ❜ / @cryoforged
「★」 — if not for STEVE -- renowned CAPTAIN AMERICA -- his iron-melded adversary may have brought the GHOST’S weary physique to victorious extinction. epoch’s elapse, and he is often unsure of his archaic comrade’s insurgent rescue. ❛ when the hell should i reschedule, STARK ? ❜
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★ — zinthcs.
to say she wasn’t naturally drawn to others who aren’t obnoxiously enjoying themselves–if only for the fact that they’re easier to bare. so she takes a seat next to a gentleman who isn’t wearing the biggest grin she’d seen that night. she’s not usually one to speak up to strangers, but she can’t help but asking with a slightest bit of sarcasm, “ is it the whole the being-kidnapped-into-a-different-universe thing? or do you just not like gatherings? ” // @cryoforged
「★」 — they evade him as if THE WINTER SOLDIER will exhume cryostasis. the locutions -- ten calamitous triggers -- are what bridges cataclysmic revolution. he observes serenity within solitude, and he witnesses it disintegrate by unsanctioned camaraderie. she, the SOLDIER has determined, lacks knowledge of his assassinative residence. ❛ i tend to get shot at during gatherings. ❜
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@dangerborns
「★」 — HE EXPECTS THE ROOM TO FREEZE. its the chamber which harbors the GHOST; the gelid embrace of cryo freeze. frosted veins will slither, his palm will press against imprisoning crystalline, and he will be reset when they rouse him — another mission to taint the SERGEANT’S epithet. he’s on edge, metal taps a knee — tap tap tap — dark brows furrow, jaw shifts. SOLDAT ? the voice is a fabrication of envenomed cerebrum. perspiration materializes — LONGING RUSTED DAYBREAK. ❛ NATALIA. ❜ there’s a hint of strain as he combat’s his skull. ❛ you wanna tell me why you really brought me here ? ❜
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★ — ofstorm.
“with this whole prison world, captured in a different universe thing? i never thought we’d actually have a party,” the blonde admitted, corners of her lips flashing the smallest of the miles at the other.
「★」 — ❛ not bad for the end of the world. ❜ the soldier remarks. is her smile sincere, or adept delusion ? if HYDRA has dealt him anything worth praising, it’s vigilant caution. a metal digit taps a knee, irises of sapphiric steel roaming the spacious chamber, prying at potential crusades.
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hey babes !! if i owe you a reply it’s in my drafts and will be posted after the event !
drafts in progress: elektra, black widow
completed drafts: hawkeye, white tiger, black canary
pretty sure that’s all of them but let me know if i’ve missed you <3
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i am desperate, if nothing else
in a holding pattern to find
myself
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★ — elktras.
——— @cryoforged ⚔ liked !
‘ THE WINTER SOLIDER … ’ she knew that this hit she’d been assigned to was huge but he was not what the assassin was expecting . he was going to be a challenge and she loves challenges . ‘ a lot of people want you gone — now we can do this the easy way or the hard way . ’ she takes her weapons out and takes a few steps forward ‘ hopefully , the latter . ’
「★」— HE’S THE WORLD’S LONGEST SERVING POW, and this is what he reaps — abysmal retribution. the harrowing honorific is not refuted. he knows he’s SIBERIAN weapon; assassinative machine. he will atone for all HYDRA has enforced of him through electric torment, but not through termination. ❛ then they should find me themselves. ❜ swift observation by his peripheral secures the surrounding perimeter — she’s isolated with the GHOST. his armory consists of cybernetic vibranium and a solitary combat knife. in BUCHAREST the soldier concluded: it always ends in a fight. ❛ wish granted. ❜
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
dir. Anthony and Joe Russo.
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★ — dangerborns.
* starter for @cryoforged !
beneath crystalline facade lays natalia romanova , buried under years of anguish and running from her own revelations . when she stands before a mirror , the reflection she sees is nearly unrecognizable . fiery locks frame doll-like features but there’s a weariness beneath unrelenting eyes , hard and calculating . there’s a falseness to cherry lips pulling into the signature natasha romanoff grin , almost robotic in the way charm was programmed into her . a spy first and foremost ( that’s all she can say she’s ever amounted to ) but behind that was a woman , a human who has loved and lost . dear god , does she know it .
there’s one thing that reminds her of her humanity and that is james buchanan barnes . he seems like a ghost ; only appearing in the memories engrained into her mind , playing on loop to torment her in the most unforgiving manner . she doesn’t know why ( or she won’t admit to herself ) but she’s felt crippling need to find him . now , when the world is in complete chaos and in the hands of a villain far worse than anything she’s ever faced , she needs to find him .
why ? to ground herself ? or to torture herself ? to remind herself that she’s only human ? or to remind herself that he was her weakness ? — she doesn’t know .
all she knows is that he’s a piece of her . he’s the one thing that kept her sane during those years in the red room , the one thing that kept her driving forward . he’s what makes her human . for she learned that her emotions could get the best of her — when he was taken away , this was bitterly proven . ( she’s gasping , drowning , desperate for breath / please don’t take him from me )
it’s taken time . he knows how to hide better than anyone . but she’d always find him . she promised him that much before he was taken away from her . and she’s failed in the past but she refused to fail once more . she won’t knock . this was natasha romanoff . she’ll crawl through window into tiny apartment ; an evidently good space for hideout . “ james . ” her voice is quiet but it cuts through deafening silence . she can nearly hear how fast her heart is beating . she’s no fool to think he’s unaware of her creeping presence ; she was good , the best even , but he was the one who trained her .
「★」— PERSPIRATION PLASTERS DISHEVELED strands to pallid attributes. silver vibranium reflects the surface of steel blue, cautionary eyes. the WINTER SOLDIER’S crimson star has been vanquished by molten, WAKANDAN contours. but it feels no different; its metallic caress remains diffused with sensory suffering. decades of torment eagerly auger’s his cerebrum, seeks out what is cured and administers bane. fixed, the soldier ruminates, you will never be fixed. and he’s certain of the candor within the notion, as the victim’s of the assassin will ethereally cease to be healed. and that is equitable.
every fugitive harbors a tomb. perhaps it’s no longer required — his charges have been acquitted ( publicly, while private bounties tally the barrels of rifles sighting for his cranium ). apologies, however, forgiveness, cannot redirect an existence preserved by self secretion. and why should he apologize ? no one has apologized for the misdeeds dealt to him; for the ruination of his vitality.
there is a crater in the plaster of and ill-hued wall. the panel has received a fist-molded cavity. what does not crumble cracks, veins of fragmented architecture stretching outward. distorted lines extend like the shrapnel of his mental cache, but fail to pinpoint desired recollection. there is a step, undetectable for those not of his serum-induced calibre. the unsanctioned visitant is lithe, agile, hushed. the WINTER SOLDIER ascertains the intruder immediately, but JAMES does not.
he glimpses vermillion concrete; his pristine bullet piercing chocolate leather, imbruing both flesh and textile. she sprints ! he chases ! the ashen-haired captain apprehends ! how much easier it would be to disassociate, rather than recollect triggering disorder. her russian tinged cadence hums familiarity which he unsuccessfully comprehends, but he is unsurprised that it is her that has unearthed his province of despondency — it’s the why which perplexes him.
no one has dispatched her — no one can — the BLACK WIDOW has earmarked him of her own volition. jaw sets, lips purse. a voice rough from misuse imparts: ❛ what are you doing here, NATALIA ? ❜
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You b r o k e me
You stole all I had
made it dark and twisted
And you burned what you could not to ash
but
You didn't kill me
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