#verse: mcu

[malka-lisitsa]

Verse- Marvel AU Deadpool variant

Originally Katerina Petrova, Katherine was born in Bulgaria to a family with archaic morals. So when she had a not so happy run in with a man who manipulated her and ended up having a baby out of wed lock she was disowned and exiled. Never saw her baby again- GASP! So FAR!

Katerina found her way to the Americas where she integrated into the culture very quickly, learning to drop her accent in record time and the language almost as fast. Three months in and you could hardly tell she wasn't native.

Katerina got a job waiting tables at a local diner but was still struggling to make ends meet. One day a man named Trevor approached her and told her of an opportunity where she could earn some money if she was willing to undergo an experimental procedure. He billed it as low risk, and the possibility to help people. After a few days debate, Katerina accepted the offer and was taken to meet a man named Klaus Mikaelson.

As it turns out it was actually highly invasive and was meant to trigger dormant mutant genes into activation. (after his mother had done something similar to him and his siblings he became obsessed with perfecting and unleashing his true potential)

It took a long time to trigger Kathrine's and the process was excruciatingly painful. Needless to say her social standing with this fuck is not friendly. One night while running her mouth Klaus sent her to a torture chamber of sorts to teach her a lesson that ultimately ended up triggering her dormant Gene and how she escaped. In doing so she destroyed his whole facility and every bit of research data he had gathered (hes very old school he doesnt like computers "impersonal" and "Hackable") Jokes on him at least they're less flammable.

Angered with her slight against him Klaus set about a mission to kill her for what she had done, which has kept Katerina, now Katherine on the run for quite a few years.

Down the road while living under the radar Katherine learned how to fight, and got damn good at it. She also met a man named Stefan Salvatore who she fell for instantly. This proved a problem several years into their relationship when she caught wind Klaus was on her tail and had to bolt without explanation. Obviously to protect him.

Powers and weaknesses: oooooo patriotic

immune to all sickness

hella regeneration factor she can regrow limbs and even her entire body if need be

super strength and speed

healing factor

telepathic resistance

immortality

the most insane wit you've ever heard

highly trained and skilled fighter.

Sharp retractable fangs (oop! Didn't think I'd leave out her vampirism roots did you?)

runs her mouth way too much

breaks the 4th wall

needs blood to be able to function correctly* (preferably human)

Incredible allergy to direct sunlight, it burns her skin like acid

wood slows her regenerative abilities

Wishes Stefan were Wolverine and gets lost in day dreams.

*Little side note thingie down here-

If she doesn't drink blood all of her powers weaken but mostly she gets this horrible brain fog that prevents her from thinking clearly and she will eventually desiccate and be rendered a cognitive husk- still immortal. It's not pretty folks.

The suit actually is designed to protect her from the sun. It's why shes covered head to toe.

[vvidowbite]

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Natasha had been to many parties and charity events like this, either for work or for the Avengers since Stark had a penchant for opulence, but she had to admit the theme of this one was intriguing. Masks couldn't entirely hide identities, not when she could read build and body language almost as easily with her skillset, but it required more familiarity than simply memorizing faces. There were likely fewer strangers here than it seemed at a glance, and the uncertainty of it put an interesting layer over the events. It would be the perfect place for an assassination, but alas, she was only there to gather a little intel.

It could wait though. There was a sharp jawline and a pair of arresting eyes gazing at her from across the dancefloor. She hadn’t taken great pains to hide her identity here. The intricate black half-mask didn't do a lot to hide her face, her hair a spill of red waves down her back, and she'd had to get creative hiding weapons in a red dress that hugged her curves. Count them all and get a prize. (The weapons, obviously. Why, what were you thinking?) Red-painted lips turned up at the corner, a tilt of her head inviting him to meet her in the middle.

[wingsandshield]

💬 Nick, rumor has it you have a crush on the mutant who rescued you

@falliblexpenance

"I don't have a crush on anyone, I'm not twelve. …But c'mon, did you see that guy? He walked in and took out those Division agents like he was shopping for soy sauce. Pretty easy on the eyes too, nice accent, cool power… But no, I don't get mixed up with organized mutants. Nobody's ever accused me of being a team player. We probably won't even see each other again."

[itsaliveitsalive]

💬 + Victor Frankenstein is a true believer in Arnim Zola's cause

@murder-popsicle

"As amusing as that is, I'm not really a person who believes in things. Science doesn't require belief, and it will go on being true or untrue regardless of how we feel about it. It's true that for a time, my goals aligned with Arnim Zola's, but that is no longer the case. His aim is to conquer the world. Mine is to conquer death itself. I'll grant that Zola has managed to extend his consciousness past physical death, but I have no interest in being reduced to a brain in a jar. I won't pretend not to take some satisfaction in it when I'm able to end him with a mere few keystrokes."

[torchedx]

"I never want to lose you. You are my star and fire" - from Peter

It was no secret that Johnny didn't always think before he acted. Actually, it was usually something a miracle if he thought at all. Peter was a good influence on him, his brand of level-headed responsibility occasionally bleeding over and making Johnny a more thoughtful human, but it was by no means a foolproof influence. Nowhere was it more apparent than when he was acting as the Human Torch. He wasn't the type to go looking for people in trouble, but when his team called for him, he was there without question. He wouldn't hesitate to throw himself into the line of fire--so to speak--to protect them.

His injuries were bad enough to land him in the hospital this time: a couple of broken ribs, a concussion, a few lacerations that required stitches, and a hell of a road rash. Safe to say even Johnny couldn't just laugh that one off, though he'd tried, cracking jokes in the ambulance on the way there. That pain medication was the shit. He'd barely even felt it then, still coasting on adrenaline and halfway delirious. He could feel it now though, tucked in a hospital bed with Peter's hand in his, all of his body's numerous complaints making themselves known. He was only there for observation and would probably check out in the morning.

He gave his hand a soft squeeze, the other reaching up to smooth the worried frown from between his brows. "Hey, you're not gonna lose me. I'm fine. Barely a scratch."

[awcoffee-no]

what if i mess this all up?

@sioraiocht

It was a strange thing, being on a team again. A team that, despite avenging being part of the name, were considered the good guys and, typically, we were on the right side of the law. All of the above were unusual for Clint, even after years of adjusting to working for SHIELD. It had to be even stranger for Natasha. These weren't just agents and assassins they were working with anymore. They were friends. It made the stakes so much higher.

He'd been rattling around what was now Avengers Tower and their new home for over a week, figuring out the layout of the vents and where JARVIS did and did not have eyes and ears-- typical spy shit. Though he was content to spend most of his days and nights here, he wasn't giving up his building in Bed-Stuy either. Never hurt to have a backup and, like Nat seemed to, a part of him still felt this could all crash and burn at any moment.

It was the middle of the night when he'd wandered out for a drink and found her in a rare moment of self-doubt. He pulled a half-hearted smile, Natasha's face cradled between his palms. "So what? You forget who you're talking to? I fuck it up all the time, and you still love me. Even with your scary 'Clint you just fucked this up royally' face on." He kissed her forehead and drew back, picking up his glass. "We got this."

[grimmusings]

honesty hour for Rumlow -- why did you obey Alexander Pierce's orders if you thought he was such a bad leader?

Answered here! 💀

[devilinareddressx]

"Why can't I quit you? What did you do to me?" -Matt

"Darling, I didn't make you this way. You've always had the devil in you. Isn't that what you told me?" She wrapped her arms around his waist, assuming he would let her get that close. Elektra rarely had any idea where she stood with him, and she liked it that way. She'd have gotten bored if it was easy. And it would be a lie to say she didn't love the darkest parts of Matthew Murdock, even encouraged them as often as she could get away with it.

[thorfromwork]

…..

Brother?

Thor had lingered after the Battle of Earth to help the Avengers put things right. They'd made a mess by reversing the snap, but it felt like a win when they were desperately in need of one. Midgard wasn't just a place he liked to visit anymore. It was the home of New Asgard, the world that had offered refuge to his people. Though he'd stayed to help them settle, he left most of the leadership to Brunnhilde. She was better-suited to it.

It left him rather driftless, however. He was used to traveling the universe being a hero, but too much had happened. Losing his father, his world, his brother (again), and then losing to Thanos--it had all put a crack in his confidence that he wasn't sure more fighting would fix. He was watching the sun set over the lake at New Asgard, hands clenching into fists at the sound of Loki's voice. "My brother is dead, and if you know what is good for you, you will drop that illusion before you join him in death."

[vvolfstare]

❛ There's no such thing as a step back. You go forward. If you hit a brick wall, you don't go back, you go through. ❜

@sioraiocht

"I don't know if you're being literal or not right now. If you think we should punch our way through this one, I could be persuaded… I'll have an easier time with a door or a window than the wall though." They were perched on a rooftop doing recon for a mission, Bucky's gaze trained on the building across the way. There was nobody outside at present, but there was plenty of activity inside. They hadn't yet been given the all clear to enter, and Bucky wouldn't have advised it either. Better to wait until things slowed down and more people were asleep.

Unfortunately, that gave them plenty of time for a heart to heart, and if Clint wasn't being literal, he wasn't sure he wanted to have that conversation either. Bucky didn't feel like he was moving backward anymore, at least not most days. But he didn't feel like he was moving forward either. It was taking all his energy just to tread water and stay in one place, to keep his head up without drowning. As terrible as HYDRA was--and he never, ever wanted to go back there--it was also simpler. Follow orders, finish the mission. Being a real person was a lot more complicated.

[crystal-bytes]

GIFTOBER 2023

DAY THIRTY-ONE: FREE CHOICE

A timeline of DONALD GLOVER and MILES MORAELS

Spider-Man 3 (2007) / The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) / Donald Glover: Weirdo (2012) / Community 2x01 "Anthropology 101" (2010) / Ultimate Fallout #4 (2011) / "Not Going Back" Live Performance (2011) / Ultimate Spider-Man 3x11 "The Spider-Verse: Part Three" (2015) / Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) / Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) / Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

[vvidowbite]

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Natasha had mixed feelings about SHIELD's recruitment of children. She'd been a child herself when the Red Room got ahold of her. She knew what it was like to be raised and trained to fight. Perhaps Matt Murdock had more of a choice in it than she had. She wouldn't know. They'd never really had a conversation about it, and she didn't see one forthcoming. The freshly minted Avengers were barely a team, though trial by combat in the Battle of New York had forged those bonds quicker than she could have imagined. Not many people could say they had an entire team willing to fight and die for them.

Even with the Soviets' version of the serum running through her veins, all her injuries hadn't had time to heal before Tony was throwing them a victory party. Given the state of Stark Tower, it was on a property outside the city. She'd never been there before, and that natural nosiness that came with being a spy was tugging at her to explore and see what secrets she could uncover. The aching in her body was telling her to sit her ass down and enjoy the party. At least Stark had the decency to make it open bar, and she poured a couple drinks, handing off a glass to Murdock when she approached. "Here. If you feel anything like I do, you need this."

[crossxxbones]

❛ Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. ❜

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Things had been easier at the cabin since Clint pulled a knife on him. He wouldn't have called it peaceful, since neither of them were really the kind for peace--Brock would always be a bossy asshole, and Clint would always be a sassy little shit--but it was the closest they'd been since the truth had come out. That confrontation had forced them both to acknowledge that even though Brock was a lying, manipulative fuck, they both wanted him here.

He'd taken the dog out when the sun came up to run around while he chopped some wood for the fire, returning later in the morning. He'd toweled off the dog, a massive gray-black mutt he'd started to call Bruiser for the way he body slammed people as a form of affection, and stomped the snow off his boots before he bent to unlace them, so they wouldn't both drip all over the floor. He went on socked feet to pour himself a cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow at his less than enthusiastic welcome.

"I think we've established I'm not gonna kill ya. So what are you on about?" He gripped Clint's jaw a little harder than necessary to turn his face to him, possessive and domineering as ever, but he did as he requested and leaned to kiss him.

[irlplasticlamb]

i love it when spider people…..

prints + merch + commission info

[itsaliveitsalive]

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Victor had worked with HYDRA for several decades, first on the super soldier serum, then the Winter Soldier program, and finally multiverse travel, though he'd never disclosed to them just how far he'd gotten on that project. He had mixed feelings about the success of the second one, but mind control had never been of particular scientific interest to him. Tides had shifted as they moved toward a new century, however, and Director Pierce had new and ambitious goals for the organization. Victor had never had any particular loyalty to HYDRA. He worked for them because it suited his purposes at the time and because they had fewer ethics than their competitors; if it hadn't been HYDRA, it would have been something else.

But he could tell when it was time to get out. Faking his own death right under their noses was by no means a simple process, but he was meticulous about it, wiping his name and much of his research from their databases on his way out, the body nearly unidentifiable in what little remained of the base after an unfortunate lab accident. Then he'd stepped through a door and more or less left that world behind. In a few decades, it was unlikely anyone would even remember his name. Except someone did. Victor came back to that Earth every now and again to check on things. HYDRA had fallen with Insight, but he knew it was like a cockroach or the common cold, impossible to ever fully stamp out. He'd also discovered that someone had freed Zola from his technological prison, a problem that would need to be dealt with sooner rather than later-- if it wasn't already too late.

Someone was searching his name in tandem with Zola's. They had worked together for a time, but there were few people left alive who would know that. Curious though he was, he wasn't foolish enough to reveal himself to them, simple text appearing on the screen:

Hello.

[torchedx]

“I can’t tell any of the blond suits apart. Like, is that The Human Torch or Captain America?”

@afliictionbound

Johnny loved social events. Any excuse to wear something expensive, drink, and maybe dance a little was fine by him, and he was content enough to let Sue and Reed decide which fundraisers and gala events were worthy of the Fantastic Four's presence. He couldn't even say for certain what charity was being funded tonight, but the place was packed with people in all their sparkling finery, and the champagne was flowing. All in all, not a bad night so far, but you know what they say about eavesdroppers.

He wasn't intentionally listening in on the conversation. He just happened to be near enough to overhear it. Johnny almost spat out his drink, wheeling around to stare, incredulous, at the speaker. "I am so offended right now. You really can't tell the different between me and Mr. Star Spangled Morality over there?" He was being dramatic, but only enough to enjoy himself. In truth, it wasn't the first time someone had compared him to Captain America. He supposed because they were both blonde, blue-eyed, and reasonably handsome, it was bound to happen. He wasn't even necessarily unflattered by it on a surface level, but he failed to see the resemblance.