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Excerpt: Secret Invasion Part 2
- “I hate when ya’s behind the wheel.” Logan groaned as Scott ‘commandeered’ a vehicle from some locals and sped through the bridge.
- “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Scott exclaimed furiously, swerving left and right without losing his momentum “We were supposed to keep low and gather information!”
- “Cut me some slack, Scott; Creed showed up outta nowhere, what do ya think would happen?” Logan took what little opportunity he got to finish the cigar with deep inhales, filling his lungs with toxin.
- “You never won against Creed, don’t you think I know what this is about?” Scott questioned in a matter-of-fact tone, tutted with irritation. “We are on a mission, goddamnit! You are expected to follow orders!”
- “I’m not ur soldier, Summers, don’t forget it.”
- “But you are my team! And I can’t lead a team who never listens to me.”
- “Well, shit outta luck, Mister.” Logan dismissed with irritation.
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- “…you guys bickered like a divorced couple,” Peter interjects after a moment of silence, uncomfortably sandwiched between three women in the back; it helps that Kitty was not that different than Gwen in body size.
- “Shut it!/Shut ya mouth!” the two in the front growled at the vigilante, while Anna-Marie and Kitty giggled.
May I advertise my series of fanfictions? 😉
Gambit
What if...
He was born to a nameless mom
The mom in question gouged out one of his eyes and sold it to someone for money, then left him
The Thieves Guild took him in, but then he got sold to a human trafficking ring
He hunted down his mother and killed her
He's been broken ever since
What if...
Summer Road trip
AO3 fic cover (WIP)
My poor attempt at capturing the glorious QUEEN herself
Ladies and Gents, Emma Frost
If there's no CFM appearance soon with her pissed off at her variant's wedding without being invited
Excerpt from my writings on AO3
“Vodka Martini. Lemon zest.” Stephen ordered another as he turned back to the bartender, awaiting as instructed/pleaded by Christine. Soon, as he was about to take the first sip of the stronger beverage, a clicking of heels interrupted him from the side accompanied by the sweet scent of winter fruit announcing the person who was there. “Care to join me, Miss Maximoff?”
“I’m not big on drinks,” The auburn-haired Avenger replied with a mischievous smirk but ultimately took a seat beside him.
“Any preference? I can introduce you to some options that might surprise you.” Stephen harbored an encouraging smile, turning towards her partially to hold a conversation properly.
“Something refreshing and frizzy? There’s nothing but water and local wines back at the Temple.”
“Hmm…Aperol Spritz for the lovely lady, please?” He ordered at the bartender with a polite tone.
“Thank you for the compliment,” Wanda said with a reserved smile, leaning her elbow on the marble countertop as she watched the bartender preparing her drink. “How are you?” she diverted her eyes to her side, looking at the inattentive sorcerer who seemed to be enjoying the upbeat notes judging from the movement of his feet. He turned his stormy-blue eyes to her.
“About what?”
“Attending her wedding, talking to her again? I imagine it shouldn’t be as easy as you made it out to be.”
“Observant, are we?”
“I dated a Synthezoid for a year or so,” Wanda lightheartedly giggled, thanking the bartender for her iced glass before returning to Strange “Looking for unexpressive emotions is quite a specialty for me there, Doctor.” She jested with him in a light tone, doing better whenever her mind reverted to Vision than years ago. She heard him sigh under his breath, witnessing a look of nostalgia crossing his angular-shaped face with a resigned tug at the corner of his mouth.
“Honestly? I still have some stupid notion left within that things were supposed to play out in my favor.” Admitted Strange with a heavy heart, a part of him was contented with the life that Christine chose for herself; away and safe from the things that follow the life of a sorcerer and the reality safeguard that he was entrusted by the Ancient One in her final moment, but another selfish voice still berating him for giving up and not utilizing the powers he’s possessing to take all that he wants. “But I’m truly happy for her, nonetheless.” His answer prompted a toast from Wanda which he reciprocated immediately, and they felt the burn of alcohol down their throats.
“You? Enjoy returning to the civilized world?” Stephen started with half of the cocktail settled on the countertop as well as Wanda’s, signaling to the bartender for another for both of them in advance. He watched the illumination of lights and the morning Sun play a tale on her joyous yet deeply troubled face.
“I don’t miss it as much as curious about the changes after years of isolation,” Wanda replied in a thoughtful tone, tentatively sipping the frizzy alcoholic drink while doing so as she enjoyed the refreshment brought by the mixture. “I used to live a quiet life back when I was a child, not in the crux of the bustling city and surrounded by a sea of people like this,” She gestured to their surroundings and implied towards the outside world. A nostalgically sad smile graces her crimson lips, drawing a curtain of darkness over her eyes as well as emanating a pleading chill that he could sense in such a close proximity.
Edited and tweaked using basic-ass apps.
New Avengers photoshoot #1
Months after going public, The Daily Bugle contacted them to do a photoshoot for Power-Couple vol.2
Original design Spidey suit
RED Carbon Fiber
BLACK Reinforced fiber
GREY Flexible Carbon Fiber
WHITE Injected STF(Shear Thickening Fluid) act as additional armor
