quiicker-blog

[quiicker-blog]

                         ❛   :  ‘CAUSE ONCE YOU’RE MINE,                                        there’s no going back.

[quiicker-blog]

You didn’t see that coming?

[quiicker-blog]

  ❝I look like something out of a… a COMIC BOOK! ❞

[quiicker-blog]

'It isn't up for debate' ( i dek )

              ‘  MEME.  ||  not accepting.  ‘   

             ❛      listen to me    ——-        ❜

               SHE  imagined him  :  broad shoulders lifted,  &  tense jaw tilted to a  STUBBORN  angle,  with  EYES  which  sparked  the slightest  HINT  of hideous  DISPLEASURE  at most things in life    ————    but never  DIRECTLY  to his sister,  no   —-    &  aware was the more  GROUNDED  half of a whole.   however,  it didn’t  CEASE  the struggle to breathe whenever he  LASHED  out   :   whenever she wasn’t  ABLE  to retrieve the  CALMING  notion to have  HIM  back to his senses,   &  snap him  OUT  of the  vexation.   WORDS  unable to spill from her lips  &  what is unable to be said is  TRANSLATED  into heavy,  broken sobs.  it was a  HAUNTING  melody for pietro,  to  LISTEN  to the same painful tug of each  VEIN  in her body. 

                                                               `     it’s me, pietro.  it’s me,  WANDA.                                                      &  i’m sorry.        this is my fault.  ‘  

               LEANING  against  the marble walls,  STRENGTH  was completely drawn away from the  FRAGILE  skeleton,  only left with  STAR DUST  to keep the engine running ;   such a  BROKEN  heart to beat   ——-  &  a rational mind to  DECIDE  whether it was  WORTH  their lives to  FIGHT  against their own  government.   RALLIES  boomed from each  CORNER,  with the same  FLARE  fighting to be  unleashed  from wanda’s own  SHELL.  

               ❛    ——   i - i  shouldn’t have gone to the rally without telling  you ——-    ❜ 

                                      PIETRO,  I’M SORRY. 

                                             i wasn’t thinking  !!                                            ——-  BROTHER,  please listen to me.    

              DANGEROUS   was every step outside of the house,  as the  TWINS  lived in absolute  FEAR.   they’ve  LOST  their parents   —–  the only  PEOPLE  they’ve grown attached to :  without any  RELATIVES,  friends,  or even  STRANGERS  to accept them into their home :  to make them a  PART  of their family.   for  TEN  years,  pietro maximoff was her  FAMILY.  it was only her  BROTHER  who proved  worthy  of her trust   —–   her  love   —-  her  EVERYTHING.   the absolute  PULL  of gravity managed to  FAZE  the woman from complete self-destruction.  before  FLASHBACKS  of the rally   ——    smoke bombs.  bloodshed.  children screaming.  heart palpitating at its highest rate.  &  there was him    ——-  PIETRO.  pietro rushing to tame the  RUSH  of  adrenaline  from her sister’s eyes.  pietro framing the delicate  PLANES  of her face with calloused hands.   pietro  YELLING  against the gunfire while nothing  RANG  in her eardrums except for his  VOICE  whenever he mumbled her  NAME. pietro slipping the woman in his arms,  AWAY  from the chaotic environment,  BACK  to the safety of their  SHELTER.   pietro.   PIETRO.  PIETRO. 

                         ——-  &  YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW.                                              HOW MUCH I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT                                 I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU.  FOR THE BOTH OF US.                                           ——    because this war is never going to stop unless we take a stand. 

             &  i couldn’t stand on my feet  without you.  

                    BUT   none of it was said.  only the  CRIPPLING  sense of fear  KNOCKED  the air out of her lungs,  &  the capability of  SPEECH  to malfunction   ———   SHAKING  fingers held unto the plastic phone,  with  ONLY  his voice,  still,  ringing in her  HEAD.  it had been  THREE  hours since he  LEFT,   &   tranquility  ABANDONED  its usual temple.  each  INHALE  &  exhale  TRIGGERED  half of a memory,  blurred with the  TEARS  which rimmed in the hollows of her eyes   ——   almost a  DAGGER  slicing through her  PEACE,  revealing every figment of  her worst fears   —–   for them to be  TORN  apart.  because she  SWORE,  she swore to the gods,  that no  MATTER  how  DISTANCE  separated them,  wanda would  FIND  him.  because there was no  UNIVERSE  that wanda maximoff allowed to be  ALONE.   &  even if she was  SURROUNDED  by peers,  parents    :   it wouldn’t be the  SAME  without pietro.  

                      THERE WAS NO  WANDA MAXIMOFF                         without pietro maximoff.  &  that was                        the beginning  &  end of everything. 

                                      ❛      —    come back to me.      ❜

[quiicker-blog]

          ‘ ------- there’s no use in staying outside.                  would you like to come in ? ‘

          it wasn’t exact;y HIS place to invite someone              into a house that wasn’t his. but, what she              ( & the owner) didn’t know didn’t hurt her.

           ‘ you’re a nurse ?  what is a nurse doing out so                late ? ---- working ? ‘

                    ❝ Claire. Look, I’m just                                     using this space to      ❞  

          a pause, a breath, & she’s           turning to completely face           him. an eyebrow arches as           she stares intently at the man.           head shakes & she releases           a sigh, fingers coming to           rest upon her temple. she           shudders briefly at the chill           in her bones, arms coming to           curl around her; she tried to           be inconspicuous about it.           she’s anxious now, concerned           over if he’d call the police on her.           she was sure nothing would come           of it, but she would prefer not to           go down that road if she had a            choice.

                          ❝ If you’re nervous about me,                                         don’t be. I’m just a nurse, I                                         won’t hurt you. ❞

[quiicker-blog]

                    heroforhollywood.

         ‘  you are a hollywood actor ? on television ? ‘

         he had NEVER heard of him before, but it seemed as                  if he was some kind of big deal in america. 

[quiicker-blog]

                    sllugger.

          a SMIRK. followed by the clench of a fist. 

          ‘ i have heard that you think you are the fastest               man alive ? ‘

[quiicker-blog]

                    protectoris.

             his fingers TWITCHED and his leg JUMPED rapidly.                     he hated waiting. what was in all actuality fifteen                  minutes felts like two HOURS. it was a horrible feeling.                      an AGONIZING mixture of impatience & aching.                                              he just wanted to run.

           ‘  what do you want with me ? i have done nothing wrong. ‘

[quiicker-blog]

OUT. when you updated your theme two days ago and then you look at it again and hate it. sigh. the struggle.

[quiicker-blog]

                    forethinking.

          ‘  what kind of doctor are you, exactly ? ‘

            the number of times he had been to a doctor              could most likely be counted on ONE hand.                   being able to have check-ups was not               necessarily a necessity, as it cost more than               he and his sister could afford while ALONE            ( & what they could afford was not much anyway).

[quiicker-blog]

                    devilout.

           hands clasped together as he watched the                   DARK figure come closer & closer. 

          ‘  i am not particularly fond of those that wear                masks and claim to be HEROES. ‘

[quiicker-blog]

                    mockeye​.

          ‘ ---- do you happen to know clint barton ?               you remind me a great deal of him. ‘ 

            OF COURSE this girl most likely knew him.             she would not be strolling around the avengers             tower so casually had she not at least known             most of them. it must have been the PURPLE.

[quiicker-blog]

❝   – what you’re doing … i don’t know what you think you guys       are going to  accomplish,  or whatever ultron promised you       both, but the results will be empty.  it’s not going to end well       for anyone. but there’s  still time  to walk away from it. to do     good.  ❞

          ‘  i am doing good,  NO ? ‘

                obvious distaste spread thick in his tone,                 a glare that could cut diamond plastered                                        onto his face.

          ‘  my sister and i are TRYING to fix our home.                it seems as if you and your avengers can                cause damage, but when it comes to fixing                it you move on to other things. you have the               time to destroy cities but no time to rebuild               them. ‘            

[quiicker-blog]

okay. OKAY. she was a superhero. 

but there was a time and place for everything and throwing her into a moving vehicle wasn’t one of them.

                                    ❛    OKAY LISTEN. 

not how you treat a lady, but i guess no one ever taught you manners. ❜

enough trash talking, get to it batgirl.

           he stood, feet PLANTED on the ground.                         it couldn’t have hurt that bad.

          ‘ i have manners. i just choose to use them once              a person deserves them. ‘

[quiicker-blog]

starter call. LIKE for an aou-based starter !

[quiicker-blog]

[quiicker-blog]

starter call. LIKE for an aou-based starter !