/Thread END. - Tumblr Posts

Lunarre chuckled.

“‘fraid so. I can’t lose my plat de résistance."

He grinned wider. Lunarre felt invigorated, more eager than ever to accomplish his goal. Now he could see and experience things that had never been possible for him before. Now he was powerful. Now he was...

“See ya round, old man. Stay away from those dragons!”

With a snicker, Lunarre vaulted up from where he stood into the branch of the nearest tree. Night was drawing on, and darkness enveloped his body as he darted through the trees. Flashing the seraph a casual wave, Lunarre leapt away, the darkness of the forest swallowing him whole.

snickering-kitsune:

Lunarre shrugged, beaming from ear to ear.

“Dunno. I guess I’m just special.” He snickered. 

There was the possibility he was correct, or partially so, but Lunarre was only joking. He hadn’t a clue what made him different from the other hellions he had encountered, but it didn’t really matter. 

“I’ve never met a guy like you before,” he added. “You interest me. Besides…” Lunarre stood up, looking into the forest stretched out thick and dark behind them. “I’m tailing someone. I can’t waste too much time dawdling.”

Giving an amused shrug he grinned to the hellion. “That or maybe we’re both black sheep in some way? Not like it’s that big of a problem.”

Pausing to look in the same direction he looked back to the fox-like hellion. “The fox is on the hunt I take it? I guess I shouldn’t take too much of your time or the trail might go cold then huh?”

"None of what you're saying makes any sense!" She repeated again before her eyes followed his hand. Maggie raised an eyebrow and frowned in confusion, wondering what he was up to now. She barely had time to think before he had already had made a little card appear. Her mouth fell open slightly when she saw that, just for a millisecond before she regained her composure and collected herself again.

Maggie's eyes remained fixed on his hand and the small card as he took it down again and handed her the card. Just as confused as before, she looked up from the card and into his eyes. "What's that?" She asked as if she couldn't already guess what it was, as she slowly took the card from his hand and took a closer look at it.

The word Avengers was written in capital letters on it and his name Henry P. McCoy underneath. The moment she read this she heard him say 'Mama McCoy'. "McCoy…" She whispered more to herself and looked back at Hank, who was now kneeling in front of her and giving his Oscar-worthy performance. This sight and this act would definitely have made her laugh again if her head hadn't been somewhere else.

Her thoughts were literally circling around the name McCoy when a sudden pain went through her head, followed by scattered fragments of memories that were too blurry to really identify. Maggie touched her head briefly before rubbing her eyes, sort of trying to stop the images as she held the card out to Hank again.

That was ridiculous, McCoy was certainly a common name. For sure that meant absolutely nothing.

"Okay… fine...! You win…" She said quietly, finally giving in. "I'll go with you…"

closed starter with @spideymn

It was already dark outside and the people around were already about to leave to get back home.

Only Maggie still stood at the place standing infront the giant christmas tree the city had placed there, looking up and starring at the tree. It was frezing outside but Maggie wasn't really dressed for this kind of weather. She had no jacket, hat, scarf or gloves or anything else that protected you from the cold wind and wet weather.

After the last people had left Maggie thought she was alone at the place, not realizing that there was another boy who also hadn't left yet.

"I'm not sure if green fur would suit you," Maggie laughed and shook her head. "And you as the Grinch? Hard to imagine," she grinned and looked back at Hank. "You'd always have to put on a grumpy face and I'm not sure you could do that as much as you're always smiling."

Her grin faded again as Maggie frowned slightly after she saw Hank's thoughtful expression and sensed that something seemed to be bothering him. She was unsure whether she should ask or not. On the one hand, it felt like it was none of her business, but on the other hand, she couldn't just ignore it. Before she could decide whether it would be better to talk to him about it or not, he had put on his usual smile again, but it immediately disappeared again while Hank averted his gaze.

Maggie could clearly feel the emotions going through him again. She felt the pain and sadness as if they were her own emotions. This time, however, she didn't think so much and simply reached out to place her hand on his. Still sitting on the floor next to Hank, she looked up at him and gave him a small smile in an attempt to comfort him while sending a feeling of warmth and comfort through his body. "It's okay. I know how that feels," she said in a comforting voice but decided to not say much more about this.

It was crazy, the way Maggie was smiling at Hank right now, made her look exactly like Edna when she was always smiling.

Then Maggie nodded when Hank talked about keeping it their secret, that he was eating like a 'beast'. With a gesture of her hand she indicated that she sealed her mouth with a key and then threw the key away before she grinned sheepishly and scratched her temple in embarrassment.

"I… don't know how to play such games..."

Closed starter @theshxdxw

Maggie sneaked slowly and quietly through the corridors of this old warehouse. She had received information that pointed to HYDRA and HADES. Clues that she now followed up on. If this was true, then it was her job to stop the two organizations.

Under no circumstances would she let them continue to act freely and abuse others for their own purposes. With a gun in her hand, she quietly entered a room from which she had heard noises and pointed the gun at the stranger in front of her.

"Freeze!" She said in a calm voice, her eyes fixed on the stranger who had his back to her.

Lewin points a couple of finger guns at Shiro with a wide grin. "You're not his boss until ya tell him you're back." Gotcha. Shiro can start bossing Osceola around when he's out of hiding. By now he's as dry as the towel can get him, meaning his clothes are still pretty wet but at least his hair isn't. He shakes the thermos. "Gonna eat it back at my office," he smiles before tossing Shiro the damp towel. "Thanks for the towel, mom," he repeats cheekily.