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Yeah XD
She honestly gets shipped a lot
Vision is still the best
But I’m not very picky on Ships
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-Thorne@smiley Vision is though….
Because he’s the character she chose, y’know?
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Yeah and like Vision
But I’m willing to test out all the ships in my fanfics because it’s fun
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-ThorneYeah and like Vision
But I’m willing to test out all the ships in my fanfics because it’s fun
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-ThorneIt is…..
It really is. although often I won’t ship anything else if I come across a ship I really like.
I typically ship in whichever direction the story seems to be going (hence my supporting things like Bruce and Nat). Rarely, if the story gives me a really good reason, I’ll “change my allegiance” and switch ships (jump ship? if we’re using the “ship” as in “boat” analogy).
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
It really is. although often I won’t ship anything else if I come across a ship I really like.
That usually only happens with ships I’ve created though, between a canon character and a fanmade one.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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@keilah-h @smiley aww, thx y’all!!! 💖💖💖💖
I have Chapter 4, btw…😉
Y’all be prepared for rescue mission/fighting action coming soon XXD
Chapter 4
It was meant to be a day of celebration.
It was meant to be a day of joy.
It was meant to be a day to celebrate the betrothal of Prince Steven to Duchess Alice.
Rather, it was a day of mourning. Even the sky felt it, filled with clouds.
Bruce didn’t understand. Queen Sarah had been doing better…she was even recovering, getting up, walking around, speaking…and yet, now she was dead.
Natasha gently rubbed his back, standing beside him as the memorial parade went out the castle gates to begin its promenade through the streets of Brookaindia.
Bruce held her hand and squeezed it, reassuring himself that all would be well.
But he wasn’t so sure.
He’d already heard words spoken in whispers…nasty rumors…about himself.
He had been Queen Sarah’s personal royal doctor, and they believed that he had…poisoned her.
Bruce had made a vow to help people…not hurt people.
He would never dare to hurt a single person.
But it didn’t matter…nothing did…people still believed he was to blame.
To them, he was one of those “freaks”…always had been and always would be.
And if a freak could be blamed, well, they would be the one blamed.
It wasn’t his fault he turned into a giant, green rage monster when he got mad…nor was it his fault that he’d been born such a way.
It seemed unfair that he would be blamed simply because of what he could do that wasn’t…normal. But was life really fair?
Natasha squeezed his hand, and her beautiful green eyes met his own brown. “…It will be okay, Bruce, I promise.”
Bruce placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “…As long as you’re around, yes, it will be.”
~*~
Clint let out a deep breath and closed the door to his home, exhausted from the long day of helping lead the funeral promenade.
Laura stepped into the small foyer, a finger to her lips. “Shh, the kids are sleeping…I’ve missed you.”
Clint set his bow and quiver down, removed a few pieces of armor, and went to his wife, pulling her into his embrace, taking in her warmth…her perfume. “I missed you too.”
“It’s so quiet without you…even with the kids around, it’s too quiet.”
“I know…” Clint blinked, “wait, Laura, is someone else…?”
The shadow Clint had seen stood from where it had been sitting in their small kitchen, stepping into the foyer.
His face illuminated by a sliver of moonlight; the man gave Clint a small smile. “It has been a while, Bartonio.”
“I’d say. I thought I said I was done with all the resistance work, Furion.”
Nicholas J. Furion led an underground group that stood in resistance to the evils done by King Joseph…but Clint had left years ago, only wanting to provide for his wife and children.
“I know…but we need your help. The King has one of his vilest plans up his sleeve this time.”
Clint scoffed, removing his boots. “He’s done plenty of vile-“
“Poisoning your own wife for conquest reasons has to be the vilest yet.”
Clint glanced at Nick, unable to comprehend. “Excuse me? He wouldn’t-“
“He’s destroyed entire kingdoms just for the fun of it, Clint…he is the evilest man I have ever met. He and Lord Pierce are working together on it.”
“But killing the Queen? Don’t you think that’s too far…even for Joseph?”
Nick shook his head. “No, I do not,” he motioned to his eyepatch, “he betrayed me, his closest friend, after all…and as I’ve said, he’s destroyed kingdoms…killed innocent people…all for his own gain.”
Clint let out a deep sigh. “…Something tells me this isn’t his only plan.”
“This is part one of the plan…next he will blame Bruce Banner for poisoning-“
“Bruce did nothing-!”
Nick raised a hand, signaling for Clint to be quiet. “…And he will use that to justify attacking another land that, like the land once known as Sokovinia, has many people like Bruce…people with special abilities. Turning the people of Brookaindia against people like Bruce will turn them against that kingdom…and no one will complain when the King has his men commit horrible atrocities there.”
“Nick, I don’t see how this could be my-“
“The next step will be ensuring that they stay in control. Lord Pierce and King Joseph have plans for Alice to be with Rumlow, whom they have been training for Kingship, and who they know will obey their every-“
“Rumlow?” Clint laughed, “That man is nothing near King material…besides, Alice will be marrying Steve.”
“For now…but Rumlow is truly the one they want to be King.”
Clint swallowed, hard, already knowing what his words meant. “You don’t mean…?”
Nick gave a slow nod. “They’re going to kill the Prince.”
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@smiley I have a question XXD
Were you on KP when I shared the Black&White character aesthetics for my 2nd fanfic in my 5-fanfic series, bc I can’t remember 😂
here’s an example of one of them…bc I honestly can’t remember if you ever saw them XD
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No! I haven’t seen them!
But there awesome!!! I love it!!!!
And this chapter! he killed his wife???? *cries*
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-Thorne@keilah-h @euodia-vision @freedomwriter76
Y’all I have another part to the Peter, Morgan, and Harley short story collection
And this one… this one was hard
Ahem… can I just take a second to say that I love how Marvel does families
like their blood relations, but so many times the older Avengers become such parents to others
Clint and Wanda
Tony and Harley, Peter
and Yelena and Natasha aren’t blood-related but they’re still sisters
like I love it and it’s so sweet
Night came that day, and Morgan just lay in her bed. Patiently waiting, finally, Harley finally walked in, he had been staying for a few nights until he went back home, and he came to check on Morgan.
“Morgan? Why are you still awake?”
“I’m waiting for Daddy to come tuck me in,” Morgan said rolling on her side to face Harley. “He must have forgotten, will you go get him?”
Harley bit his lip, keeping tears from falling. “Morgan… Daddy isn’t coming,”
“Why not?” Morgan started to get worried. “Where’s Daddy?!”
Harley lowered his head, still refusing to cry. “I know this is hard, but your Dad was a hero… and sometimes… the hero has to make the sacrifice,”
Morgan let out a few light sobs, letting the fact that she wouldn’t see Daddy again sink in.
“But… I love him 3000,”
Pepper came into the room, picking up Morgan into her arms. Morgan clutched Pepper, she struggled to understand how Daddy could just leave.
Harley didn’t know what to say, he struggled to understand it himself.
Pepper set her hand on Harley’s shoulder, but he brushed it off. He was tired and needed sleep.
“It’s okay…” Pepper whispered to Morgan, through her own pain. “Everything will be okay…”
Harley gave a light smile. “I’m going to go now,”
Harley left the room, walking into the guest bedroom. Although it had been a second room to him, he stayed here a lot.
He leaned up against the closed door, falling to the floor. Tears rolled down his face, hurt and pain filling him. He didn’t understand it any more than Morgan did.
He had a family, a Dad who left him, a mom who tried everything to ignore her pain and debt, and a little sister who left for college and never looked back.
The Starks had been a new family for him, a place to comfort him. But he couldn’t help but feel that feel like that all the comfort and joy was gone too, and now Harley had no place to go, no place to hide.
He had a job at Stark Industries, an apartment, and he wasn’t struggling for money, but he just felt empty.
No not empty…
Lost, like he wasn’t sure who he was.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@freedomwriter76 @euodia-vision
*points to post above*
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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@smiley HARLEY!!!! 😭😭
and yesssss, he killed his wife!! 😭😡😤😭
and aww, tysm!!! (i’ll share the others with you then!! 😉 prepare for a lot of aesthetics XXD)
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@smiley So, like I’ve said, these are all for the 2nd fic…and there’s a lot, so be ready XXD
I’m gonna do them in alphabetical order, so first up…
Alec!
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Next up, Alex!!
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Bruce!
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