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[ccmplicatedweb]

THUNDERBOLTS (2023) - Issue #4

Some talk later...

AND MORE IMPORTANTLY:

[age-of-moonknight]

“Two Minds,” Superior Spider-Man (Vol. 3/2023), #4.

Writer: Dan Slott; Penciler: Mark Bagley; Inker: John Dell; Colorist: Edgar Delgado; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[mastcrmarksman]

@purplearchcr ⸻ "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Any average day with New York when there wasn't say a forty foot threat stomping through the Hudson or Rhino rampaging on the corner of 3rd and east 23rd; there was more than marginally chance you'd walk alongside the Avengers in their civvies. It's normal, nothing to gawk at, unless you were tourist. Now walking alongside said Avengers you might expect to overhear conversations such as how Kang's a little bitch, Mars is being invaded, or what any normal maladjusted individual would ask their best friend too early in the morning.

Not that he thinks Kate was maladjusted, she may be better off than most of them. She's lucky like that, he has tried to teach her and protect over the years. Even if the reality is she learns from his mistakes and definitely don't do thats than his dos. However, as she breaks their mostly peaceful people watching in Central with WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM? Clint rethinks the thought of Kate's adjustment to the world around them. ❝ Really, this early into my second coffee? ❞

He turns his head over to see her phone in her hand again, and here he though people watching was going to keep her well entertained today. ❝ A worm's like the equivalent of a subway rat. ❞ He says, not missing a beat, as he takes a sip of his coffee. A pause for the next beat, as he grins against his coffee cup. ❝ So are you saying you're a subway rat? ❞

Now that he waits for, almost expects for her to bap in the arm with some gusto, or fling something at him. It's earned, he did just call her a subway rat in her words in his defense. ❝ You don't one of those COSMO website things, is it COSMO these days? ❞ That leaves her with an opening about his age, divert, divert, divert!

❝ You're already a worm - ❞ He gestures to himself, given he's here spending his afternoon with her. Yes, he loves her. ❝ Use your hawkbrain. ❞

[godstrayed]

　"Wifi, internet, dial up?" His tone was skeptical. This world was far different than when he had been put under but certainly, some things were still very much the same. "You made that shit up."

[shieldborn]

hank tags

[zimwy]

from father to son, there is no recognition. the winter soldier is a cold, still machine, though it is not robotic--it's flesh is warm, but it's heart, trapped in the furnace room of it's chest, is paradoxically cold as ice. the debriefing it'd been given before employment was simple enough to follow: escort the son of norman osborn as where directed by it's GPS--or, his direct order, an innate override it was inclined to follow unless it decided the boy's feelings on the matter were erroneous and foolish--until released from service. the coordinates of an extraction point blink in the back of it's head, pilot lights, red and photographic.

it opens the door to the fledgling osborn's research station, seemingly perplexed by it's location--the top of some tall roof, the building below occupied by an ascending ladder of office spaces. ' harry osborn? ' before harry can startle at it's presence, it carefully unlatches it's mask, exposing ordinary features: the winter soldier was hardly a monster, at least, in appearance.

' your father employed me to escort you. ' the soldier informs in perfect english, it's voice steady and even, unaccented, without any apparent feelings on the matter. ' my orders include offering you aid where necessary. come. '

@inhcritance

[survivoirs]

OPEN: matt murdock

Matthew chuckled as he carefully walked around the corner of the pool table, fingertips gliding across the felted green surface. “What do you mean loser buys the next round? You trying to rip off a blind guy? Have you no morals?” He said with clear, dry, humor in his voice before he grinned widely.  “Alright but you have to tell me where I’m aiming at least,” Matt laughed lightly as he carefully felt around to locate the cue ball. Radar pinged off every single ball on this table but he was at a loss as far as colors and numbers came into play. "--Actually. On second thought, maybe you should break."

[involuntaryspya]

@overclocks liked

"So when I said we should come up with some new date ideas, running into you here was not what I had in mind."

[ccmplicatedweb]

I can't believe she said

THEN SHE SHOT HIM

nat on her chillest day

whatever you say about her, she's true to herself. don't try tell her what or who she is, it ain't gonna end up well for ya.

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

ACCEPTING ASKS // @hexsreality -> ’ hallelujah! holy shit!  where’s the tylenol?! ’ (for Clint!)

Their lives wouldn't be their lives if there wasn't some d-list crook trying to steal Christmas or whatever, he had honestly lost the plot about five hours ago, the day before the eve of the day. Something like that. The archer finds himself laughing as they manage to make their way back to Clint's Brooklyn abode.

Carried in his arms are a few shopping bags when he shoves the front door open. Last minute shopping had taken a turn for the worse but they were finally back and ready to wrap what they acquired. Most of them joke gifts for their fellow avengers.

He cheers in rejoice with Wanda as she collapses down onto his couch. WHERE'S THE TYLENOL?! That takes Clint out of his thoughts and OH THAT'S RIGHT! He had watched Wanda take a pretty nasty hit. She looked fine for the most part and he's scrambling to go find some form of painkiller for Wanda.

❝ Same drugs! ❞ He exclaims as he tosses a bottle of ibuprofen toward the Witch before going to get her a glass of water that he delivers to his friend. ❝ Alright, witchy, let's get a wrapping! ❞ Clint goes to get a box of gift wrapping material out from the overfilled closet and drops it down onto the coffee table in front of Wanda.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Reese,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #1.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[mastcrmarksman]

[ starter call ] ⸻ @timeisbrain

❝ Uhm, actually, I get it - ❞ Clint interjects, finishing up with cleaning his gear as Stephen bemoans about a memory from childhood. A story of brothers. He figures that is one of those times where he should try to connect with a fellow Avenger. ❝ I have- had- have a brother. Barney, bastard, my older brother - which now you make a whole lot more sense now. ❞

[godstrayed]

There’s a shift. Subtle, but sharp——like a breath held too long or a scream swallowed just in time. He feels it in his core, something tugged at his center. His nerves sing with it. Muscles clench beneath weather-worn fabric, every tendon pulled taut, bracing for violence like it’s the only language he still speaks. 

He has no gun. Doesn’t need one. (His hands remember too much already.)

He’s been gone too long as well. Every second outside, exposed, is a second closer to being recognized. To being hunted. To being activated. He needs to get back inside.

[supremestrangeness]

Continued from here!

@loki-notazombie wrote:

He watched a spectre of some sort of talking animal, clearly upset, bound away and disappear through a doorway. There was an odd feeling in his chest and he didn’t like it. He also didn’t like the way the man was looking at him. He could turn around and leave, but the building held answers. It had to. “They are both equally important questions. No, I do not. I don’t know much of anything except now I do know I have a reputation that precedes me.”

“Yes,” The man said carefully, “you do. And you’ll forgive me if said reputation mostly revolves around manipulation, lies, and other annoying inconveniences.”

Wong would have words with him later for this, he was sure, but as far as he could tell, for once the mischievous man seemed to be telling the truth. There was still that gnawing feeling in the back of his head, but it wasn’t anything to do with the man’s perceived truth. It was the warning of something potentially more dangerous that had lead them here.

“How about we go up to my study, and you tell me everything you know.” Or you think you know. Or you want me to think you think you know.

He already had a headache.

Even so, he gestured to the stairway, inviting him to go on ahead, not wanting to turn his back on the visitor… just in case.

[wolverinetma]

@oceansfirst liked for greer

"So you're telling me that cat is the only witness to our crime... what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"

[shieldslingera]

@oceansfirst liked for greer

"Alright, we've been going at this research for a while. There's a diner down the street--let's break for some food. My treat."