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That certainly wasn’t the response he’d been expecting, if he could say he’d really been expecting any particular answer at all. He supposed it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him when his house was practically a revolving door for every pantheon of gods and spirits the world over. Yet somehow, there were certain castes of gods that remained beyond the reach of the rest. The Asgardians were among them, largely because the Asgardians were gods at least in the sense that they were genuinely from and ruled over the heavens. Most indigenous gods made a point of not comparing themselves to those hailing from Asgard, and very often for their own safety.
So when an Asgardian just… turned up at the Sanctum, dressed in jeans and looking for all appearances world-weary and out of place, it perhaps was justified that he was a bit caught off guard. Still, it would never be said about him - well, perhaps it already had been but at least wasn’t unconditionally truthful - that he was a poor host.
“I think you immediately qualify to be on the “esteemed guest” list,” he said with a gentle smile, hoping to encourage her rather than ostracize her. She was speaking clearly, but with some tension and perhaps even desperation or penitence. He knew what the legends said about her marital status but she also didn’t exactly seem to be Loki’s type… Though, granted, all he knew of Loki he knew from stolen Avengers files and having been on call during the Incident, which were hardly good character references. “I would be happy to offer any assistance I can, of course,” he said after a moment, motioning toward the door to the Sanctum, which swung open eagerly for them. Apparently the house was also curious about its most recent guest. “But I think I would be better able to offer assistance if I had a better idea of what was going on, and what you were looking to do to meet that end. So might I offer a more comfortable place to sit, a fire in the hearth, and maybe some tea or wine while we talk about it?” She was far from the worst person he’d invited in for a drink that week, and arguably much more interesting to boot.
He certainly wasn’t what she was EXPECTING, but nonetheless, she was gracious he seemed willing to help her. Sigyn had been weary of the reception she may receive at the hands of the Midgardians, expecting a WARRIOR like Thor or a THREAT like Loki. All she wanted to do was blend in as seamlessly as possible. Naturally she wouldn’t stop practicing her own magic, but she couldn’t just go around carelessly ALTERING or CONJURING on a strange new world.
That would be rude amongst a variety of other disparaging things.
She smiled a little and stepped inside, curling her toes inside of her BOOTS. The place seemed BIZARRE, and yet not altogether uncomfortable.”Thank you, Dr. Strange, I’m terribly sorry at the IMPOSITION. I just need...my brother-in-law didn’t exactly offer me a HANDBOOK on being from here.” She chuckled a little, tucking a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear, crossing her arms over her chest in a HUG of some sorts. A way to GROUND her.
“And tea would be lovely, I’m sure you must have questions and I know I certainly have QUESTIONS.” She pauses and flickers a warm, curious gaze over him. Her lips parted to form her question, but her reservations bubbled out before she could stop it. “Actually, I have quite a few questions. You would think living a life as a fragile PORCELAIN trophy of sorts would have prepared me to be alone.”
She was still smiling, but it was embarrassed, shy. WORRIED. The words tumbled out shakily like a newborn foal learning to walk. “My husband is...fina--he DIED. And, for the first time I feel truly FREE. I lived a life surrounded by false friends and an ABSENT, foolish husband. I only just got here and now I realize...” She chuckles again, glancing down at her feet. “I have no idea how to be FREE or be my own person. I was hoping you could help me learn how to...function.”
Steve could only look bemused as he marked his page and closed his book to give his teammate his UNDIVIDED attention. “What’s wrong with this image?” He questioned, finding nothing from with her attire. “Nobody expects you to wear the SUIT twenty-four hours a day.” Or, at least, Steve didn’t expect that.
Downtime was downtime, after all.
Clint’s feet landed in his lap as the television blinked itself into life, but Steve said nothing as he shifted to a more COMFORTABLE position. He flicked his book open again, determined not to watch the movie ( he’d end up watching it over the top of his pages later anyway, but for now, he could at least PRETEND not to watch the drama unfold ).
He’d heard all sorts of things about the logistics of a floating door, including how much room two people required to sit on said door whilst awaiting rescue.
“People make moronic choices every day.” Steve shrugged, including himself in that swpeeing statement. Thankfully, most of those choices ended in something that WASN’T death, but there was always that chance. “1500 lives lost is MORE than a moronic choice, don’t you think? It screams carelessness or irresponsibility to me.”
Kidding - of course. He still struggled with the culture change some days - the slang, the sarcasm, the new technology… it was like living on a different planet at times. “Well, that’s GOOD to know. I’m honoured to be between Nat and Thor in your estimations, really.”
“Ugh, you really don’t have any experience with ROMANCE do you? I mean--I dunno, our marriage was struggling anyway, but I figured a way to FIGHT it may be to keep the magic alive.” She takes a long sip of her wine, clearing her glass before pouring another one. “There is nothing magical about me in this. I mean, I have OATMEAL and avocado on my face, Steve.”
She let the subject of Bobbi disappear, uncomfortable and clearly not ready to talk about it. Although, this was the MOST she’d spoken about her ex-wife in WEEKS.
Clint leaned her head back and relaxed on the sofa, watching the opening credits and humming a little with that oh-so-FAMILIAR song. Seriously--everyone knew that song, right?
“Yeah well, I did some research a while back, and apparently, one of the MYRIAD of reasons why the Titanic didn’t have enough lifeboats is because they didn’t want them to get in the way of the First Class Passengers’ VIEW. 1500 people dead, so some rich asshole could get a fucking OCEAN view. They were literally surrounded by the ocean.” She shook her head and tried to hide the dripping anger in her voice, ignoring the fact that she had just SWORE in front of him. That had been one of her first missions, she remembered. Some wanted JEWEL thief had stolen a priceless necklace from a survivor, and Clint got it back.
The old lady was gracious--she made her some COOKIES. And Clint couldn’t pass up coffee and CHOCOLATE chip cookies. So they sat and bonded, Clint soaking up this woman’s story for hours. She could still remember the pain in her eyes, and it felt as though she had been there herself.
Shaking her head out of that reverie, Clint shot a warm smile at Steve. “Trust me, that’s a pretty sweet spot to be in, Rogers. I mean, before a literal GOD? Those are some damn good odds.”
{➹} HEADS-UP: I am not a source for you to reblog memes from. Not only is it hella annoying for me to log in and see nothing but meme reblogs, but why wouldn’t you just go to the source? It is literally right at the bottom of the screen? It is just super inconsiderate and annoying. Please stop using me as a source for memes, when you can just click the little name and go to the source. It’s one thing if it’s just one or two, but when it’s several and clearly from a few days or more ago, it’s just annoying.
Sorry if I come off as bitchy, but it is frustrating and I’ve had this problem before and it NEVER goes away.
XOXO,
Caitlin
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🥀- Dying
🤕- Injured/sick
☠️- Dead
🐥- Alive
😈- Possessed
👻- As a ghost
😼- Transformed into an animal/monster
🦋- In a joyful mood
☔️- In a somber mood
☀️- Overheated
☃️- Shivering from the cold
💫- Dazed and dizzy
💦- Crying
🍇- Extremely hungry
🏇🏻- Being chased
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🔮- In a dream
🛌- Bedridden
📖- Reading/studying
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🌼- Caring for some plants
⭐️- Stargazing
☄️- In a dangerous situation
Her words made him chuckle softly. “Think what you want but I do think it’s nothing ordinary for someone or something just appearing on earth.” he said. “People have seen too much for that already.” he spoke. He thought back of New York, when aliens attacked their world. That was probably the worst they have seen. If he wasn’t considering Sokovia.
“I-I sadly don’t.” he said. “But we will find a way.” he told and promised her. Steve wasn’t able to contact Thor, and he wasn’t on good terms with Tony after what had happened in Leipzig and Siberia. But maybe he could talk to Bruce. If he would be able to find him. The genius disappeared in Sokovia and on one heard a word from his since then. “We could try to get some information from Natasha. She’s connected to the Avengers facility. Maybe we could reach Thor that way.” he spoke.
She couldn’t help it--a small chuckle emerged from her lips and she shook her head, trying to hide it. It wouldn’t do if this CAPTAIN thought she was some frivolous thing while she was trying to find her husband’s BROTHER. “Well, I’m...admittedly sorry for the havoc that Loki caused here, and the deaths that he caused. I’m sure that Thor has already apologized enough, but...I feel like I should personally extend my heartfelt sympathies.”
Truly--it broke her heart to think of the DESTRUCTION her husband had caused in his mad quest for power. Sigyn had always felt for Midgard, especially after Thor’s quest and his meeting with Jane Foster. It sounded like such a quaint place--quiet compared to the riches and POMP of Asgard. Nodding her head, she offered a small smile. “Thank you, Captain Rogers. I would greatly appreciate it. His father...he’s been acting so...” She waved a hand trying to find the words. “I want to believe that it’s because his son died, but he’s so CHIPPER. I think there’s something more sinister going on, and Thor could be a great help.”
A SLIGHT SMIRK PULLS AT HIS LIPS, he knew that it was unlikely to be the last time because, well, it was him and Selina. They were always going back and forth with one another, unable to stay away from one another, the perfect push and pull. It didn’t help that they had known each other for a long time and their connection was undeniable to the point where other Rogues knew that Catwoman was SPECIAL to Batman in some way.
Sighing softly, he doesn’t do much but watch her get ready to leave, wishing he could say the right thing to get her to stay. She was the one person he didn’t have to fake anything with, she always saw right through it and she always seemed to know what he was thinking, “ I understand. I highly doubt anyone knows and those who do . . . we handle it, like we ALWAYS do, ” he reassured her softly because he knew there was little more he could say. He never had been good at saying how he felt.
Yet the moment she mentions Jason, he really doesn’t want her to leave. Eyes closing as she pressed a kiss to his temple and before she could leave, his hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Looking up at her, a soft look in his face, a particular vulnerable look on his face,
“ Please STAY , Selina, ”
She WANTS to stay--and that both interested and terrified her. Selina wasn’t a woman to be tied down to any man. No matter how...obviously SPECIAL he was to her. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, trailing from her neck all the way down her back. Annoying EVIDENCE to her internal drama. They had this bond that she didn’t suppose either one of them could translate. It had been so easy before they started the PHYSICAL aspect. Flirting--pushing, pulling...She knew back then that a little purr wouldn’t change her SLEEPING arrangements.
Selina lets a little sigh pass her lips, sitting back down beside him, taking the wrist that was locked in his grip to LACE their fingers together. “Bruce...” She trails off, unsure of what to say next. Did she mention Jason again? Did she comment on their relationship? It was a RARE occasion, when Selina Kyle didn’t know what to say.
“I’ll STAY...but we have to eat something first. Maybe some TEA.” It wasn’t easy, it probably never would get any easier. But it was PROGRESS. She cared about Bruce, plain to everyone except for...her. Yet, subconsciously, maybe she truly KNEW. Her fingers brushed through his hair, leaning forward to press another kiss to his lips. She squeezed his other hand and leaned her head back a bit, noses touching just so.
“As long as you’re not going to DISAPPEAR on me without a note.” She hummed, lips curling up in a small smile. “Y’know, I’m starting to think Babs and Dick know about this. You haven’t been telling them anything have you?” The gentle tease comes naturally, still comfortable where she rested.
as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
Sexy
Awkward
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction
“I’m no gossip, Barton.” Steve looked mildly offended at the implication — in reality, he wished he had a pair of those glasses that could take photographs, because this was a sight that SCREAMED team-teasing later on. Whatever. It was nice to have a relaxed evening without worrying about what he looked like - downtime was time AWAY from the public eye, a time when Steve’s polished image had a chance to relax a bit ( evidently his teammates had the same idea, if the purple face mask was anything to go by ).
Evidently he hadn’t been expected to join Clare’s movie night - truth be told, he’d crashed on one of the couches with a book with the intention of finishing it before the night was out. A solitary bottle of beer stood by the side of the couch, well within arm’s reach . Coupled with the peace and quiet, that was a PERFECT evening sorted.
“I’ve heard about that movie.” He told her, inclining his head toward the DVD case, the title clearly visible. “Tony said something about a bad use of space and selfishness, but I wasn’t listening. You know how he gets when he starts.”
He shut his book with a soft snap, a small smile answering hers as he debates whether to make something up just for the hell of it ( his age is apparently still a humourous topic ) or just to tell the truth. In the end, he settles for the latter and shrugs. “It sank a full six years before I was born and set sail on the wrong side of the pond. My ma never mentioned it, so I doubt I knew anybody there.”
Clint got comfortable on the couch, fluffy purple socks keeping her feet warm and SNUG. “I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised, but only BOBBI saw me like this, and even then...I didn’t really like showing this image to my now EX-wife.” She mused, taking a long sip of her wine, wiggling her toes.
Slightly manicured (translation: short, kind of shiny nails) fingers clicked a few buttons the...overly COMPLICATED remote for the television before she decided to casually toss her legs over his lap. Well, she was gonna be comfortable--and if he decided to sit in here while she drank wine and got irrationally ANGRY over a movie--
Seriously, could anyone else see that Rose was a terrible person?
Then he had to endure Clint’s “comfy KARMA”.
Nodding her head, she clicked through the outdated previews and started the movie. “Yeah, you’ll probably get just as ANGRY as I do whenever I watch this movie. It’s this amazing thing, but then when you think about how many stupid selfish decisions people make...ugh. I definitely don’t blame Tony. I mean, over 1500 people died because of moronic choices.”
She started the movie and got in close to the couch, pulling a blanket over her body. Turning an amused smile to her friend, Clint snorted. “I’m TOTALLY kidding, Steve. I only tease you because I think you’re like...in my top THREE favorite Avengers.” She teased, poking him in the ribs lightly.
“You’re like...behind NAT but in front of THOR.”
{➹} headcanon: clint’s parents were expecting another BOY when they had her. by that time, harold and edith barton had already decided on CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON, when surprise surprise--they had a girl. edith was exhausted from birth and harold didn’t really see the problem in keeping the name for his first DAUGHTER.
as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
{☆} update: hey y’all--so i’ve got a lot of stuff on my plate right now as far as tumblr goes. i’ve got a bunch of stuff drafted here, but i’m probably going to be focusing on my gamora blog for today, and probably part of tomorrow. if you wanna find me -- @custospericulo is where i’ll more than likely be.
again, thanks for all the love and support here. like i cannot mentally fathom how 450 of y’all follow me, especially considering that i’m awful. y’all are wonderful and i adore you.
xoxo,
caitlin
