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11/11 Pocky’sDay

You didn’t see that coming? 

Added Pietro to my list of Marvel favorites, so here’s some obligatory doodles from today :)

Civil War II #6. Where Miles is traumatized by the vision, Ms. Marvel, Nova, Riri Williams and Cyclops go out to find him and adult heroes sit talking and arguing and talking some more and then more talking. Seriously, aside of Captain Hydra’s manipulations and Strange doing one teleportation it feels only young heroes do anything this issue.

Which is probably an improvement.

It’s only an improvement if you want to buy Marvel seedy as hell formula that’s been spawning from CW2: Making the Old guard look terrible while making the New Guard look so much better by comparison.

You know there’s a reason why I liked Gerry Duggan’s Nova run: That despite Rich dying everybody brought up that he died saving the universe & that he was dearly missed by the cosmic heroes, while all Sam wanted to do was fight bad guys & find his dad. There was a somewhat mutual respect with the 2 Nova that I can only hope the Jeff Loveless can pull off now that both characters are in the same book.

CWII big respect is this: “Why do you like a Fascist Dumbass C*** like Captain Marvel when our cute all-new Ms. Marvel is so much more nicer?” “Why read a book with Clint Barton who’s a murderer that got off Scott free & is becoming a poor man’s Green Arrow when our other Hawkeye is so much better” “Why care about Bruce Banner who died like a bitch when you can love our other Hulk who’ll be depowered after his relevancy is over & She-Hulk can provide the “inner monster angst” “Who cares about a bully like Tony Stark when we have 2 better Ironmen 1 of whom has no reason to be Iron Man”

Won’t work though outside of Sam Wilson both the Thor’s & Maybe the Spider-men I hate every single Marvel character for the next foreseeable future. So thanks CWII

while i do enjoy some marvel books like the vision,moon girl and devil dinosaur ,all new wolverine and ms marvel.I do  find that marvel is pushing the legacy thing too hard and too fast. Im exited for Riri but at the same time its kinda out of nowhere and it written by bendis…(urgh) .Clint and Bruce are probably the ones that will suffer the after math of everything Civil war ii gushed out and are being fucked with specifically for those replacements .Thats not good writing .Out of all the legacy characters that makes sense in my head is Laura/x-23 since shes essentially family to wolverine or has some type of relationship that makes her taking on mantle make sense.

Most of the so called mentors are being written poorly to make the younger generation look better ,and i don’t have a problem with young vs old conflicts unless they’re written well ,you can see the transparency of what marvel is trying to do.

Another problem is that they don’t give enough time to grow relationships with their heroes.Clint and Kate had that(kinda) in Matt fraction’s run but everything was thrown out of the window with all new hawkeye which basically had Kate berating the shit out Clint and Clint acting OOC.i mean would people accept this if this was done with the justice league or Batman? he has tons of apprentices that made it on their own and sure they have different philosophies but they still hang around each other without writers turning batman into a fucking irrational child.

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@arrowedagent​

“Z’his ee’s mine. Ee’v you want candy, you can go get ee’t yoursel’v.”

         ❝  Awww come on babe. It’s Halloween. Can’t you take pity                     on an old dude like me and share? Its considered creepy                     if I trick or treat. ❞

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“I am mak’eeng tea. Dee’d you want any?”

❝  Uh I’m not really a tea kinda guy. Got any coffee instead? ❞

You Just Had to go Rogue

Words, words, words. Honestly most of what Barton says goes in one ear and out the other. It’s useless prattling. Meaningless small talk. If he doesn’t filter it out it’s all liable to give him a headache, and he really doesn’t need one of those just now. Now on top of everything else he’s been dealing with. But regardless he makes the appropriate shrug or nod of his head, to keep his part in this twisted play legitamate. Taking a bite of his soup at regular intervals. Unaware just how hunched over it, he’s gotten in the process.

       Wanna hear about the mission I was just on?  Everyone’s gettin’ debriefed on it, so I might as well share with you.

Pietro’s initial response, the one he has to choked down along with a bit of carrot, would have been a resounding no. He’s absolutely no interest at all in what the archer and his friends have been doing. Mostly because he highly doubts it has anything to do with what he’s supposed to be doing, but also because he really doesn’t want to listen to the asshole talk. Barton loved the sound of his own voice entirely too much, and it is not an attribute Pietro shares with him at all. But the younger has a role to play doesn’t he? And so in the spirit of that role, he looks up from his bowl briefly. Feigned curiousity in his expression.

         “Da? Why were you gone so long?”                          :: M u s t  you? ::

He can tell Pietro is annoyed, but Clint frankly doesn't care. Besides, he's pretty sure annoyed and irritated is the kid's default emotional state anyways. And after being as much of a pain in the ass as he is, Clint is actually quite happy to make his life a little more miserable.

              ::  Yes I must. Gotta let everyone here know I give                  a shit about you being included. Even if they don't                  want me to. Trust me, it'll give you a bit more freedom                  faster.  ::

The Avengers and SHIELD won't like it, but again, Clint likes pissing everyone off that he doesn't like. It is calculated though. They'll get mad at him, give him a stern talking to, but they will be forced to include Pietro into their business on a simple account of what he knows he can't unknow. The more Pietro is included, the closer he can get to people and search their brains.

No matter how much he would prefer to avoid Pietro considering… recent developments… he still knows Pietro is a tool to be used. A powerful tool that Clint plans on getting as much mileage out of as absolutely possible.

            ❝   Well we were tracking down a lead that Tony had left                          over from his own adventures. Some Scientist group that's                          trying to reform. Their original leader went koo-koo a year                           or 2 ago and we're just making sure they aren't going down                          the world domination route. ❞

Clint shrugs and goes back to his bowl, slurping soup down quickly. More quickly than necessary but he honestly is really hungry.

           ::  I'll be looking in and see if Hydra knows anything              about them. I don't think Stark found anything, but              who knows, maybe they're good at hiding shit. Could              be useful. ::

Mission Hills WCPA 2016 - Match Day 1 [x]

From The Stars

She’d had to hurry. She had gone up into the hills to gather fresh berries for baking later in the day. And had only seen the trail left in the sky by the large flying metal box, half way through her return. She’s late. Very, very late. And her uncle is not going to be please. So she’d run after that. Her kind are agile on their feet, but knowing the land like the back of her hand also helps. And Wanda just manages to make it to the landing sight moments before the flying ship touches down. Winded by present. Something her Uncle archs a brows at. She will probably hear of it later, but for now there are other more important things. Like a landing ship, with unknown occupants.

The sound it makes is other worldly. Loud like the rushing winds of the plains that spin her people’s turbines that power most of the landlocked villages, and yet there is something unnatural that lie within it. Something hot and burning. Something her and her people have come to associate with the others. The creatures that come from elsewhere to confiscate their yields, and steal their citizens. And just when the fear sets in, the sound dissipates. And she is reminded this ship is different. It does not carry the mark of the Skrull. But another mark, one she can not make since of or read. 

By the time the sky ship opens, and its inhabitants disembark–it seems like ages ago that she arrived. But even though her breath has been well caught, it stops all together. Wide hazel green eyes darting from one new comer to the next. They are like them and yet they are not. Facets about some of them utterly unseen by her and her people before.

The first is their height if not slightly taller than Wanda herself, but her hair. (At least Wanda’s fairly certain she is a she. They look almost the same as her people, save a few facial structure differences.) By the sun and moon, her hair. It’s red. Red like the berries Wanda carries in her bag. But the second…the second draws her attention and that of many of the others around her. 

He’s tall At least in comparison to Sokovian males(who rarely reach a height of more than five foot five). Light hair, that reminds her of sun light cutting through the clouds, and eyes unlike anything she or her people have seen before. His eyes are blue. Blue like the twin moons that circle their planet. Two genetic impossibilities for Sokovians. Something Wanda hasn’t even considered possible until just now. But it makes sense. These beings are from other places, other worlds. Their geno, their evolution is competently different. Still though it is a sight to see, and the others that follow immediately behind him are just as interesting. But any amount of staring only grows when the last two emerge. Though Wanda finds herself stuck upon the second, green eyes wide and curious. So much so that she almost doesn’t notice the red head speak. Almost.

        Hello, we received a distress signal coming from this planet and we have come to help. It’s a pleasure to  meet you.  

At first the words are garbled and unidentifiable, but then slowly they take a form that she and the others understand. Something that is marked by the way the the Council members that have gathered to meet the new comers, brightening. But not just because they understand the strangers. But because they had used their voice just as the Skrull did. And she can’t help but wonder…does everyone from the stars communicate that way? It’s alien to her and her people. They are telepaths, at least to a point. Able to project their thoughts and voices to one another. It is rare they used their audible voice, so hearing it is odd. And perhaps Wanda edges a little closer. Weaving to the front of the small crowd, as one of the Council members respond. And she is not at all surprised to find that it is her uncle who is the first to offer greetings.

თქვენ უნდა ვაპატიოთ ჩვენი უხეშ ხმა. ჩვენ ვართ გამოუყენებელი ამ სახის კომუნიკაცია. მე ვარ, წევრი ჩვენი საბჭო. მოგესალმებით

'Unused to this sort of communication'

Clint raises a brow at that. What could they mean by communication. They can't mean the language since the device Tasha is using is supposed to overcome any differences in that. Could they just mean talking? Apparently its not just Clint that finds that a bit odd as well, cause a quick glance over at Bruce show's he's jotting some notes down.

However Tasha doesn't seem phased at all. He's pretty sure she's encountered some pretty strange things in her travels. Hell, this isn't even close to the weirdest Clint has seen. At least these… he assumes Sokovians… are humanoid. They've had a few experiences talking to species that most  resemble blobs and jellyfish. Trying to communicate to people without a face? Now that's challenging.

Tasha pulls up the language device again and speaks just as pleasantly.

          "There's no worry. As members of the intergalactic council                   we are quite accustomed to meeting peoples different                   from our own."

She takes a moment to introduce the whole team, going into to detail with each of them, explaining their job. To assure them they mean well, she starts with Steve and Thor so these people will worry less about the fact that they are actually armed. When she gets to Tony though, that’s about when Clint zones out.

First contact is never the most exciting part of the job.  Yeah maybe it was the first 10 times but by now its pretty routine. Tasha explains the council… Tasha finds out what the people need. Yada yada.

So Clint takes this moment to look around, to really take in the new planet all around him. Definitely the greenest planet he's seen in a while. Part of Clint wonders how it would compare to old Earth cause this planet looks like one of the reservation parks from his home planet on steroids. In the distance he catches glimpse of huge rolling hills, which don't exactly look natural. If he looks close enough, he can see a sheen on the sides of one… is that… glass? Huh. Maybe that was town? He'd imagine it would have to be close with all these inhabitants out here.

Because of all these thoughts, he's completely checked out of the conversation. That is until Tasha takes his arms and tugs him closer, his attention snapping to the conversation. Tasha looks at him, as if she's well aware he hadn't been paying any attention.

         "Is there someone Clint here can talk to? He's the one to really                  get the lay of the land and I promise he's friendly when he's                  paying attention."

Her teasing is obvious but he doesn't mind it. They're pretty damn good friends and besides, she is right. He should be focusing on the job. Holding up a communicator of his own, he joins in.

        ❝   Uh, yep. I'm the people person and part time cartographer. ❞

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ft Everyone’s favorite archer

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❝ There is a hunger now that has hardened our hearts.  ❞ 

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blue eyes focused out the window of the ski chalet, a glass of chardonnay in her hand as she heard him come in, but kept her eyes focused on the snow falling outside, sipping her glass before speaking.     ❛     every time i ran, i ran to you.     ❜

He catches her words and can’t help but be puzzled by them as he slips inside the warm cabin room. Oh man, this feels like its going to be serious talk and he’s stuck in the ugliest Christmas sweater he could find at the store. Well, no one could ever claim Clint’s life wasn’t interesting. A sigh passes through his lips as he settles down beside her.

              ❝  Gotta say I’m flattered, but there has to                            be better people to run to. ❞