So this is gonna be unfancy and straight to the point but this post is officially me taking a hiatus on all blogs until rl becomes decidedly less stressful. I'm sorry to those waiting on replies or those I have established connections with, but nothing for my own sanity I need to just focus on trying to deal with rl before attempting to deal with tumblr.
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get to know me: (5/10) male characters ► t’challa
The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?
Katja Millay (via khrxnos)
“i’m being serious. we don’t get to be judge, jury and executioner out there. we’re not some team of justice doers. ––– just a few less broken bones next time?”
“i think i hold back just fine all things considered.” she’s not amused, and she’s not enjoying her approach (as heavy handed as it was) is being scrutinized. “but fine, if you’d rather we hold hands with the bad guys and ask them nicely to stop doing bad things then we can try that next time.”
“–––––– i just, you know, we don’t have to kill them, rachel.”
“don’t be dramatic. no one died.” though maybe there’s a few people out there that wish they had.
“if you’re here to lecture me about being too aggressive in the field then don’t bother, i don’t wanna hear it.”
“Well if it isn’t my favorite Atlantean wonder...” There might be a touch of sarcasm in there. Might being the operative word, because Rachel would never sass a king.
“Come on, Tasky. You know it’s rude to lurk.”
“Don’t waste my time, it makes me cranky.”
Rachel shrugs, smiling coyly at the redhead before a laugh spills past her lips. Maybe she’s far too comfortable around Natasha if she’s allowing herself to indulge in corny pick up lines, but she hardly cares when the woman entertains them. “Hey! I’m allowed to like more than just strapping blond men with rippling muscles.”
cont. from (x)
❝ i did that and… ? ❞ his voice is melodic, slightly PITCHED higher. raised brows signal his anticipation for hearing more, though his HOPES for getting an answer the easy way starts to dissipate the more looks at her. ❝what else is turning you into a sour patch ? ❞
She’s been moody all day, clearly annoyed by more than a song being stuck on repeat in her head. “I don’t like being sidelined.” She grumbles, eyes rolling as she leans against a wall.
❝ Roger that…Diamondback…and I’ll FOLLOW your lead… ❞
Once he left her eyesight, Dick was UNSHACKLED from the burden of having to behave like a rookie, if only for a few seconds. Brows furrowed as Agent 37 used his studious gaze, PERFECTED from years of detective work under the tutelage of the Bat to analyze their surroundings. Taking into account ALL the pertinent variables involved, Grayson within seconds concluded her approach was the correct one and with that, he followed her to the door. The mask of a novice agent once again was put on.
❝ Having security on the roof would probably be a tell that something SERIOUS is going on here….❞
“All the security is inside, and we’re more than likely going to have to knock a few of their guys out.” She says as they slip out of the building and onto the street. Rachel sticks to the shadows, using them to cloak her in darkness as they sneak their way across the street and towards the back of the building. It’s obvious that she’s done this before, the way she moves is fluid and quick as if keeping to the dark is second nature to her. Habits of being an expert thief peek through her silent focused state and it isn’t until they finally reached the roof that she speaks again.
“You know how to pick a lock?” She questions, brow raised as she motions towards the locked roof access door. Of course she’s more than capable of picking that lock herself, she just wants to know if he’s capable and if he’s spotted the nearby security panel that they should probably disable first.
He’s not the only one that’s been observing and taking mental notes.
❛ is it still considered IMPOLITE if they know you’re sneaking up on them ? ❜
“Fair point. I guess what it really means is that a certain old man needs to work on his stealth.” She teases with a cheeky grin thrown in his direction.
there’s a clear pause following the other’s words and pietro can’t blame her. he’d gotten out of there for the exact same thing, more or less. he’d needed to stand up and stretch his legs out. he didn’t plan on going for a ran – there was no point now; it was too late and he would only be called back the moment that something else happened. it felt like it was never ending, a back and forth until someone either gave in or they find a compromise. only pietro knew that neither of those things were going to happen.
“i don’t blame you,” he answers after a delay, voice quieter than it had been before. he barely manages to repress a sigh of his own. “it’s all… getting a bit too much in there. i don’t know how anyone can deal with it on a regular basis.”
this is the first time since he ‘woke up’ that pietro has allowed himself to be pulled into something to do with the avengers. wanda has all but begged him to do so, needed him to be there with and for her. he hadn’t been able to say no.
She sighs, looking to the speedster with a wry smile. “The shit is finally hitting the fan.” She comments, leaning against the railing and staring out at the open field that surrounded the compound. “I guess we shouldn’t have expected anything else after everything that’s happened.” Rachel tries to be logical about the situation, but even her voice betrays just how much she disagrees with the Accords.
Tony claimed they needed to be put in check, but all Rachel saw were strings the government was just waiting to attach to her. All she saw in the future was her freedom of choice being stripped away, and being turned into a weapon or worse an experiment. HYDRA had already done that, and the scars still lingered. Both mental and physical.
“I’m not even an Avenger, and I’ve gotten dragged into this.” She chuckles bitterly,, casting a glance in Pietro’s direction. Somehow she figures he understands that sentiment a little too well. “I won’t sign it though. Not if I have a choice in the matter.” She turns back, eyes on the open field once more as her knuckles turn white from her grip on the railing.
