Darkstar - Hogun POV 1Hogun walked through the village, his gaze sweeping across the buildings that dotted the landscape. People milled about, doing chores, soldiers trained and children played. He greeted them as he went, helping those he could. But nowhere was the person he was looking for. It took reaching the edge of the village to realize that she most likely had ventured into the woods. She had always found peace there, relaying her burdens to the wind. Venturing into the forest, he noticed a small trail that led deeper in - fresh footprints witnessed about someone walking along it not too long ago. He followed the tracks, constantly alert for danger. But it didn't take long until he found what he was looking for. She was standing in a clearing, her face turned towards the sun. Her yellow dress danced around her feet as a breeze swept through the trees. For a moment he just stood there, watching. He had known her for many years and thus he knew that being sent to Asgard was nothing she wanted. Exile, that's what she had called it. Even though it was far from the truth. Taking a deep breath he stepped into the clearing, resting his hands behind his back. His steps must have alerted her, because she quickly turned around, magic burning in her hands. "Hogun?" She seemed genuinely surprised to see him, but at least she relaxed. Then she smiled wryly, "You're the one accompanying me." "I am, my lady." She wet her lips, "May I ask something?" "Of course." "What is it like?" Hogun looked at her for a moment, then smiled softly. "Radiant. You do not have to worry, I'll be there. And I'll introduce you to my friends." "Ah, yes," she chuckled as she began walking towards the area where the Bifrost was going to open up. "The Asgardians I've heard so much about." "You'll fit right in, I promise." Glancing at her, he noticed a crease between her brows, and a somewhat bitter expression in her comely features. "I do not worry about fitting in," she replied evenly. "It's tedious." Hogun frowned lightly. This sounded nothing like the woman he grew up with. He knew her previous journey had taken its toll on her, but he thought that maybe bringing her to Asgard, and showing her its wonders, that a bit of her old self would shine through. "Come," he said instead of replying to her remark. "We're nearly there." They stopped some fair distance from the village, standing close together. As the Bifrost came down upon them, he instinctively he took her hand. He truly wanted this journey to be good for her, and he was going to do his damndest to make it so....
Wildfire - Steve POV 1Steve paused mid punch, frowning. Looking around, he tried to navigate where the sound was coming from. And from whom. He relaxed his arms and headed out of the gym, noticing that Clint and Wanda had noticed it as well. It almost echoed throughout the compound, even though that technically would be impossible.
"By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals,
Come through and fuck him in my automobile,"
Coming down the corridor, with headphones on and her cellphone in one hand, was Jade. The young woman's hips swayed and she alternated between singing and humming as she danced her way towards them.
"My anaconda don't,
My anaconda don't,
My anaconda don't want none,
Unless you got buns, hun,"
She stopped dead in her tracks, however, once she saw them. Her face turning a shade of red that matched her hair. Jade was seventeen, the newest member and a constant headache for Steve.
"Hi," she removed her headphones and gave them a little wave. "Did I sing ou
Echoes of Yesterday - part 7Elizabeth yawned and stretched, sighing contentedly. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, but it was the best sleep she had had in awhile. She sat up on the cot, tilting her head from side to side to try and stretch her neck muscles.
Suddenly she felt a couple of hands sneak their way to her shoulders, gently but firmly working on the knots. At first panic gripped hold of her, but the touch sent a familiar tingle through her body.
She tilted her head forward, allowing him better access to her sore muscles. A quiet groan escaped her when he found a sore spot, causing her to cover her mouth with her hands in embarrassment.
Bucky chuckled as he let go of her, walking around the bed and taking a seat at her desk. He had cleaned up nicely, being dressed in army pants and a green shirt. It was nothing she hadn't seen hundreds of other men wearing, but it suited him.
"I hope I'm not intruding," Bucky wondered and held up the whiskey bottle he had brought with him. "I just hoped you
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