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❰ steve is taking a half day from work. he's in too terrible a mood to be anybody's husband, and he doesn't want to be there on a good day anyway, so he just... needs to be home. he also doesn't want to hear about whatever two years he missed over text in the pecs employee bathroom, so yeah. half day.

he arrives at the apartment and immediately makes for the kitchen, following the scent of coffee and the quiet sounds of natasha pouring two cups. ❱

I'd tell you how I take it, but...

❰ as if natasha doesn't know exactly how steve takes his coffee... and whatever else he takes, probably, she's observant like that. ❱

[ Nope, he is not walking down the hall to ask her about this in person.]

Hello Natasha, would you have ten minutes to run something down to someone on a lower floor?

[OOC: Will would like to be able to find a way to ignore why they found Abigail's underwear left behind. /o\ ]

Edited 2018-12-30 01:37 (UTC)

How many people are you training right now, and could you take another?

can I ask you a very important question?

[The woman in the photo looks, in a word, relaxed. Dark waves of hair are piled upon her head, a few locks breaking free from their loose bindings in gentle curls. A light blanket is draped over the curve of her backside, offering the illusion of modesty. Propped up on her arms as she is, it's obvious that she's athletic from the toned look of her biceps and back, but everything about her appears impossibly soft. The four-poster bed she's resting upon is draped with thin white linen, framing the scene like a classical painting, and there are pillows of all colors, cloths, and sizes piled near the headboard. The curtains are drawn on the window behind her, but a single shaft of sunlight still peeks through and falls across her arched back.]

ability: sensory perception manipulation.
current limits: unknown.
other capabilities: tech training, surveillance.
current partner: present locally.

[ that's the message, no context provided. ]

[ gosh, the messages that natasha's about to get from peter are really gonna be a downgrade after the other two. because it's while sending something to someone else that his phone glitches and proceeds to send every single picture on peter's phone to natasha.

do not ask why he has so many pictures fruit on his phone. there were reasons, okay.

besides, there were other other things too. ]

Edited 2019-01-20 18:03 (UTC)

I think she's dodgin me
You know her better than I do
Mostly
Can you just talk to her, see where she's at about it
Tried to text her earlier and never got anything back

[ Will had been sent the picture, anonymously, the day after his 'punishment' had been played out. He'd immediately deleted it, but like internets everywhere, once something is out there it's out there forever.

Which meant that when all the shenanigans with the hacking, misfiring started to occur, with Will's luck, the damn picture went out into the public. ]

[Attached image: squad.jpg]

as long as anyone with hot blood can and now she's looking for a downtown man that's what i am tu, tu eres el iman y yo soy el metal me voy ?cando y voy armando el plan i feel alive (alive is stretched out across many syllables) and the world is turning inside out floating around in ecstasy we're gonna daw daw leeluulurry lurrah and sugar we're going down singing mm bop buh dabap doo wop (is this what modern scatting is like)

Edited 2019-01-21 15:33 (UTC)

[ IMG.001 ]

[ this text comes with two pictures attached - except pretend the dog in question is a pitbull. ]

I'm never deleting these
I might have to send them to the rest of the paw patrol

[ just this attached image from a complete stranger. ]

Think I'm finally getting the hang of this again.

Well, just since you've asked: I think you've been misinformed. In my universe, I was tremendously popular with the people of Earth. They have a group of heroes there–to which my brother belongs–who all but begged me to join their ranks. 'Please, Loki–we beseech you, if we must have an Odinson, let it not be the stupid one!' Unfortunately, I had to decline, as my services were required on Asgard. To rule it, obviously.

[This was never meant to happen. It wasn't meant to exist at all, but Tony can't always help what his brain does these days.]

ohgodohgodfuck Ineedto

ohfuck

Hey, Tasha?
You awake?

[He figures texting is the best way to not bother her if she is.]

I wanted to take a moment to explain something.

For now Dr. Lecter and I are at something of a mutually assured destruction, impasse.

If I remove the reward of civility by making sweeping -and unprovable- statements about what he is capable of, then he no longer has any reason to be civil. If he pushes me to a point where burning and salting the earth behind me is my last recourse, well he knows I am capable of doing just that.

The uneasy truce plays out like this.

I have named certain individuals as out of bounds when it comes to the games between himself and I. You're one of those individuals. I'm sorry that this is all the protection I can offer you, Natasha.

»»» action; whatever day hank's post goes up, time is an illusion

After the Christmas Breakfast: Text

»» text; handle: srogers

text; un: falcon

handle: Ντιάνα (forward-dated to the 22nd)

post-dated to 1/21; hacked

text ⇉ un: pjq forward dated to 1/21

misfire; un: molly

text; misfire plot

Misfire plot

text; un: lokiofasgard; hacker plot misfire

u/n: m, misfire

text • un: thebetterparkerp — HACKED

text; un: falcon; misfire

misfire; un: lunacies

misfire // un: ikol

misfire; un: stark

fort harmony; late night

un: w.graham - text - private - durning FH times