Heroes Do What's Right (3/??)
anonymous
January 13 2011, 12:16:55 UTC
1995-06-30
Wonder Woman looks up when she hears footsteps, genuine smile springing to her lips.
“You’re late,” she calls, gently teasing without looking up.
There’s no response, and she frowns as the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She rises, turning as she does, and a mixture of panic and fear curling through her gut as she realises that the approaching figure is not wearing a sloppy red hoodie and jeans as she’d expected but a battered brown jacket and equally battered jeans. She’s … well, she’s on his side, but until not-very-long ago, she’d been fighting against him, and while she may not be bad, as far as battle prowess goes, she’d be destroyed in seconds if she went against Mr. Hero.
Where was Mathew?
Mr. Hero doesn’t say anything, just approaches, and it’s not until he’s within arms distance that she realises that there’s tears pouring out from under his mask.
“What’s-” She begins, but he cuts her off.
“I’m sorry.” He says, voice breaking and cracking like her heart is beginning to. “I’m sorry - I couldn’t-.”
He doesn’t say anything more - can’t, perhaps, and words fail them both as he holds out a too-familiar piece of red fabric. She unfolds it and brings it to her face, inhaling deeply and trying to stop her tears before they wash away his scent.
They stand there for so long, she doesn’t know how long, time has ceased to have meaning, and she collapses, slowly folding downwards, until she’s curled in half, red flowing around her stomach like she’s dying, and she howls, all pain and grief and breaking heart.
When she comes back to herself he’s pressed against her and she can feel him shaking as he sobs. She unfolds and they wind against each other and cry together, the redder-than-blood fabric shared between their bodies.
The sun sets, the moon rises and while the world blasphemously turns on, she finds that she has nothing left to cry. He’s still wrapped around her, but he’s fallen asleep, tears still slowly trailing down his face. She pities him, deep beneath the black hole of her own grief.
He stirs. “How?” She asks, voice rasping.
His isn’t much better when he answers. “Car accident.”
Something trickles through her guts again. That’s not possible. “Why-?”
“Dunno,” he stares blankly past her shoulder, tears falling down, down, down to soak into her costume. “I keep - seeing it. There’s so much blood and I can’t - I can’t-.”
Past the numbness, she wants to comfort him but finds that she has nothing left to give.
Mr. Hero stands up, stumbles as blood rushes through him, and stands, shoulder sbopwed as though their weight is just too much. “I’ll just-.” He starts, but his voice breaks and his lips move soundlessly. He laughs, a high pitched, mockery of a laugh, and leaves.
Leaves Wonder Woman and all her scattered, broken pieces.
It’s ironic, she thinks, staring sightlessly at the moon as red flows down her arm and coats her palms, that given her powers, the entire world seems to have lost its light.
Ukraine has the power to create a greenish glow that can be used to blind people and then she uses Iron Boobs and knocks them out :is shot:
Wah, I'm so lame for missing that update with an important question to me *facepalms* But no worries - I admittedly have never read anything with Canada/Ukraine, but it does sound pretty interesting :D
And oh God, anon, this whole thing is so tragically, creepily beautiful, it sends shivers down my spine. And I already love it so damn much!
lol at the iron boobs attack, btw xD But why did you strike it? xD
Heroes Do What's Right (4a/??)
anonymous
January 14 2011, 14:01:57 UTC
1990-01-26
“It’s Mathew.” InvisAbility calls, pitching his voice over the sound of approaching sirens.
Wonder Woman smiles, lips tingling as blood rushes through them. She turns to go.
“Hey - wait!” He calls, and she hears him jump after her. “You’re not going to give me your name?” She has to force down another smile, and turns to face him with a questioning eyebrow. “Know any nice places around here?” He asks, the first male to focus on her face and not her breasts, and she finds herself unable to stop a true, wide smile.
1989-10-03
“Matt Matt Matt you will never believe what they’re calling you.”
“InvisAbility! What in that-?! What genius came up with that?!”
1989-10-03
Feliks sneezes.
“Don’t tell me that you’re getting a cold?”Toris asks, not lifting his eyes from the coffee machine. The Editor In Chief can get a little … angry when his coffee is messed up.
“Like, oh my god, I totally hope not.” Feliks replies, examining his hair for split ends. “I just bought the like, cutest little pink mini in like, ever, and I totally can’t wear it if my nose is red. It’d like, totally clash, you know?”
No, Toris doesn’t know, but he dutifully nods anyway.
“Buuuut, oh my god, did you see my article on the newest superhero? The editors are like, totally sketch, they totally messed with it like, really badly.” Toris can hear the pout. “My article was like, completely fetch before they happened.”
Toris sighs. “Stop trying to make fetch happen Feliks, it’s not going to happen.”
Feliks pouts, but then, like water off a duck’s back, “but, like, oh my god Tortor, you totally have to come with me to the copy room, there’s this guy there and he like, totally keeps hitting on me, which is kinda, like, yay but like, a total no at the same time, you know? I think he thinks that I’m a girl.”
Toris adds two spoonfuls of sugar to the coffee and stirs counter clockwise one and clockwise twice, carefully not looking at Feliks’ outfit, with today is a beautiful purple and grey skirt-suit that, according to Feliks, was ‘omg, totally the cutest, Tortor you totally have to buy it for me!’. His hair is in a short pony tail, an expensive pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head, a slightly-less-expensive manicure on the nails impatiently tapping the counter and a pair of ‘omg so cute!’ ladies shoes on his feet. Yes, Toris can see why someone thought that Feliks was a girl, which is why he had filled in Feliks’ application form himself, and perhaps changed a detail here and there.
“Okay,” he agrees, and Feliks beams at him as though he’s just agreed to hang the moon and stars.
“Oh my god, Tortor, you’re like, the total greatest!” Feliks gives him a jump-hug that magically manages not to spill the EIC’s coffee. “Thank you.” Feliks says, in a rare moment of seriousness, and pecks Toris on the cheek before bouncing off.
Toris just stares after him, slowly cooling coffee in his hands. Feliks is, yes, a boy, and also his roommate and they’re friends even if everyone here thinks that they’re dating but that’s only because everyone here thinks that Feliks is a girl and Toris isn’t gay but there’s something about Feliks and he certainly looks extraordinarily good-looking in a skirt but his boss’ assistant is so beautiful even if she won’t give him the time of day and-
“So this is where my coffee has gotten to.” A voice cheerfully menaces from behind him, and only long association with it stops Toris from leaping a foot into the air.
“Yes sir sorry sir.” Is the automatic response, and Toris turns around, being careful not to spill or swirl the coffee. A heavy hand lands on his head and ruffles his hair, Toris making no sound as several strands of hair part company with his scalp.
Heroes Do What's Right (4b/??)
anonymous
January 14 2011, 14:03:35 UTC
“Don’t be sorry! Toris has such a cute girlfriend, yes, he should be proposing to her soon.”
“Yes sir.” He responds, and then horror thrills through him as he realises what he’s said.
“Excellent! I will tell everyone that we will soon be covering a wedding, and you can go and tell little Feliks.” His boss grins happily down at him, plucks the coffee from frozen fingers and wanders off, presumably to share the good news.
Toris’ mouth works silently as he stares at where the cup had been. But - but!
He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. At least Feliks will get to pick out a wedding dress, something which has been his dream ever since they were children.
I love Poland~. And screw you character limit! :shakes fist:
Because his power is to become invisible and intangable - invisible ability = invisibility and ability = InvisAbility, yeah? :fails at life: I'm so glad you like this, I love writing Soviet interactions.
Re: Heroes Do What's Right (4b/??)
anonymous
January 15 2011, 01:50:35 UTC
lol, got to think that the voice would kind of give away the fact that Feliks is male though.
Anyway, Toris/Feliks is so cute. *Squeals* It kinds of made up for all the sadness that's been abound and is possibly only going to get even worse. Watching Alfred's descend is going to be like watching a train wreck :[
I really enjoy this story. The time switching thing gets confusing for me because I'm an idiot like that and never notice the dates but it really is an interesting concept.
Heroes Do What's Right (5/??)
anonymous
January 15 2011, 11:16:44 UTC
1997-02-23
Their biggest mistake is naively believing that he’ll just stick to the U.S. They pile all their security there, in the cities, in the streets. Innocent citizens get pulled over and questioned with no more proof than their blond hair. Neighbour turns on neighbour, sister on brother; sometimes because there’s a genuine chance but generally simply because the government is offering a massive reward. The United States of America slowly implodes under its own weight.
Then Tigress turns up in a ditch in Taiwan, neck crushed and Takao raised to the ground.
So they shut down airport, seaports; they guard every single way off the island. They arrest anyone who so much as chances a look at the coastline.
Then Mr. Hero finds Atom in Hiroshima, and by the time they’re finished with one another, Hiroshima is a smoking ruin, no one knows the civilian death toll, Mr. Hero has fled and Atom needs to be put on life support.
1997-02-27
None of them can remember the exact moment that the foreigner walked in, they’re too overworked trying to keep reporter’s away from Atom’s bed. It’s not like there’s anything interesting to see, if it weren’t for the burns he’d look just like anyone’s little brother. They debate amongst themselves, toss around the pros and cons of throwing him (and his numerous cats - that can’t be hygienic!) out.
Two things stop them. The first is the way he acts with Atom; he just sits there and strokes his head, saying nothing. Sometimes, they think that he’s crying. The second is the unearthly growling that fills the room when Miho goes in to change Atom’s bandages. They say nothing to each other, but every time she unavoidably causes Atom pain, the growling grows louder.
Like a lion, Miho thinks to herself, safely outside of the room and trying to slow her thundering heartbeat and get her breathing under control. Like a lion defending a injured mate, and while that is almost adorable, she’s definitely going out for drinks after her shift ends.
1987-03-06
“They say that you’re immune to damage.” The voice purrs from the depths of the hood, husky for a girl but still not entirely male.
Mr. Hero shrugs in response, transfixed by the movement of Dagger’s lips, even as he puts more pressure on the arms that he holds captive.
Dagger laughs, low and rich, tilts her head in a way that’s girly for a boy, and manages to recline against the wall despite the fact that she’s trapped there by his body.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” She murmurs, and suddenly his vision is filled with coarse brown fabric as she kisses him, his hands relax automatically as his lips tingle and then she falls backwards through the hole she created by melting through solid concrete. He laughs and lets her go.
Just wondering if there's any pairings that the OP doesn't want?
Re: Heroes Do What's Right (5/??)
anonymous
January 15 2011, 11:48:38 UTC
Ooooh, not it's getting confusig. But that's good - I like it when I actually have to think while reading a story xD
The foreigner is Greece, Atom is Japan and the Tigress is Taiwan, I think. I'm not sure about the Dagger, though.. Husky voice... Belarus? Lol, this is so exciting!
Re: Heroes Do What's Right (5/??)
anonymous
January 15 2011, 11:48:49 UTC
Should note, just because America uses 'she', that doesn't mean that she's a she, it justmeans that 'she' is the pronoun that America feels most comfortable using.
Re: Heroes Do What's Right (5/??)
anonymous
January 15 2011, 12:59:34 UTC
Damn I love superhero AU's. the tone of this somewhat reminds me of the Red Lantern fill with Canada from a while back, except the brother who dies is switched around, lol.
Dagger. The codename alone makes me think it's Belarus XD
Heroes Do What's Right (6/??)
anonymous
January 16 2011, 13:29:41 UTC
1990-01-26
“Hey kid, you’re doing it wrong.” A voice announces from behind him, making Alfred jump and spin around, accidentally dropping the punk-ass thief as he does.
“What’s it to you?” He asks, careful to keep his voice flat and not similar to a high pitched tweenaged girl squeal. The Smoke! Right in front of him! Talking to him!
The Smoke grins sardonically around his trademark, green-glowing cigar, smoke lazily curling out of his mouth. “Don’t jump down my throat boy, gift horse ‘n’ all. Just wanted to give you some pointers, ‘t’s all.”
Alfred smiles, the charming, mischievous, cheeky-little-boy grin that makes photographers go wild. “Why, what did you have in mind, old man?”
The Smoke just smiles back, a little mocking, a little wistful and a little human. “For one thing, you could join up with the league instead of doing it all by yourself.”
No way. No fucking way! The league, the League recruiting him> Oh no fucking way!
“Um, yeah, sure!”He answers, words tumbling over themselves like eager puppies, effortlessly bounding over to The Smoke’s side. He grins, knowing that it’s all brightness and goodness and energy, and for the first time in a really long time, hopes.
1995-12-22
It’s an accident. The Smoke cracks some joke about InvisAbility, something about how it’s not like they notice that he’s not here, just something that slips out while he’s trying not to think about the fact that his occasional fishing partner hasn’t shown yup for six months, basically as good as a death certificate in this city.
It’s just the two of them, just him and Mr. Hero. He shouldn’t have started it.
Mr. Hero stands up, scraping his chair against the floor and entire way, making the hair on The Smoke’s arms stand up. “Don’t talk about him like that.” The kid hisses, hands curled into fists.
The Smoke just grins, pleased as always to have found a vulnerable point on the brat, even as his stomach churns uncomfortably. He bites his cigar, preparing. “Why? You know-“
He chokes, cut off, one golden hand wrapped around his neck and the other crushing his cigar in-between inhumanly-strong fingers.
“You know what I’ve figured out?” The brat asks conversationally, flicking the remnants of his cigar to the floor. “You need that, right.” He leans close, ignoring The Smoke’s frantic attempts to draw breath and the weakening blows that fall wherever he can reach. “Don’t you fucking talk about Matty like that.”He hisses, eyes bright and glittering.
1995-12-22
There are always a few reporters and paparazzi camped outside of the League’s headquarters, even though most people don’t really care about non-lifesaving related antics, there’s always a story to be had about superheroing on a slow day. It’s quiet, for the most part, but they’re guaranteed at least a few lines a day, and that’s more than most get.
Then The Smoke’s body crashes down in front of them. Maki screams, John scrambles backwards and Dave shrugs his camera onto his shoulder and pans upwards, trying to get the first glimpse of this new villain. He goes up and up and up until he spots a newly-broken window, Mr. Hero clearly outlined by the electric lights at work inside the building.
Maki lets out a sob, eyes fixed on the mangled corpse in front of her, John appears oblivious to the lapful of burning coffee and Dave whimpers as Mr. Hero begins to laugh and laugh and laugh.
Death toll in chronological order as so far mentioned: Canada, Cuba, Taiwan (plus 2/3 other unnamed nations, don’t worry, you’ll find out who). Dagger is not Belarus, the name refers to the fact that Dagger wears a full length cloak (get it - cloak and dagger? Haha) and in fact does not use a bladed weapon at all - s/he doesn’t have to :evil laughter:. Good guys/bad guys are pretty much done up along Allies/Axis lines. OCs are not my headcanon nation!names, I will only use ‘official’ human names. BTW, not everyone knows everyone’s secret identity - and yes, Cuba’s fishing partner was Canada. Family members/very close friends/lovers are more likely to know that the other is a superhero/villain based slowly on large amounts of time spent together. Any pairings that OP has a burning hatred of?
Wonder Woman looks up when she hears footsteps, genuine smile springing to her lips.
“You’re late,” she calls, gently teasing without looking up.
There’s no response, and she frowns as the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She rises, turning as she does, and a mixture of panic and fear curling through her gut as she realises that the approaching figure is not wearing a sloppy red hoodie and jeans as she’d expected but a battered brown jacket and equally battered jeans. She’s … well, she’s on his side, but until not-very-long ago, she’d been fighting against him, and while she may not be bad, as far as battle prowess goes, she’d be destroyed in seconds if she went against Mr. Hero.
Where was Mathew?
Mr. Hero doesn’t say anything, just approaches, and it’s not until he’s within arms distance that she realises that there’s tears pouring out from under his mask.
“What’s-” She begins, but he cuts her off.
“I’m sorry.” He says, voice breaking and cracking like her heart is beginning to. “I’m sorry - I couldn’t-.”
He doesn’t say anything more - can’t, perhaps, and words fail them both as he holds out a too-familiar piece of red fabric. She unfolds it and brings it to her face, inhaling deeply and trying to stop her tears before they wash away his scent.
They stand there for so long, she doesn’t know how long, time has ceased to have meaning, and she collapses, slowly folding downwards, until she’s curled in half, red flowing around her stomach like she’s dying, and she howls, all pain and grief and breaking heart.
When she comes back to herself he’s pressed against her and she can feel him shaking as he sobs. She unfolds and they wind against each other and cry together, the redder-than-blood fabric shared between their bodies.
The sun sets, the moon rises and while the world blasphemously turns on, she finds that she has nothing left to cry. He’s still wrapped around her, but he’s fallen asleep, tears still slowly trailing down his face. She pities him, deep beneath the black hole of her own grief.
He stirs. “How?” She asks, voice rasping.
His isn’t much better when he answers. “Car accident.”
Something trickles through her guts again. That’s not possible. “Why-?”
“Dunno,” he stares blankly past her shoulder, tears falling down, down, down to soak into her costume. “I keep - seeing it. There’s so much blood and I can’t - I can’t-.”
Past the numbness, she wants to comfort him but finds that she has nothing left to give.
Mr. Hero stands up, stumbles as blood rushes through him, and stands, shoulder sbopwed as though their weight is just too much. “I’ll just-.” He starts, but his voice breaks and his lips move soundlessly. He laughs, a high pitched, mockery of a laugh, and leaves.
Leaves Wonder Woman and all her scattered, broken pieces.
It’s ironic, she thinks, staring sightlessly at the moon as red flows down her arm and coats her palms, that given her powers, the entire world seems to have lost its light.
Ukraine has the power to create a greenish glow that can be used to blind people and then she uses Iron Boobs and knocks them out :is shot:
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But no worries - I admittedly have never read anything with Canada/Ukraine, but it does sound pretty interesting :D
And oh God, anon, this whole thing is so tragically, creepily beautiful, it sends shivers down my spine. And I already love it so damn much!
lol at the iron boobs attack, btw xD But why did you strike it? xD
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“It’s Mathew.” InvisAbility calls, pitching his voice over the sound of approaching sirens.
Wonder Woman smiles, lips tingling as blood rushes through them. She turns to go.
“Hey - wait!” He calls, and she hears him jump after her. “You’re not going to give me your name?” She has to force down another smile, and turns to face him with a questioning eyebrow. “Know any nice places around here?” He asks, the first male to focus on her face and not her breasts, and she finds herself unable to stop a true, wide smile.
1989-10-03
“Matt Matt Matt you will never believe what they’re calling you.”
“InvisAbility! What in that-?! What genius came up with that?!”
1989-10-03
Feliks sneezes.
“Don’t tell me that you’re getting a cold?”Toris asks, not lifting his eyes from the coffee machine. The Editor In Chief can get a little … angry when his coffee is messed up.
“Like, oh my god, I totally hope not.” Feliks replies, examining his hair for split ends. “I just bought the like, cutest little pink mini in like, ever, and I totally can’t wear it if my nose is red. It’d like, totally clash, you know?”
No, Toris doesn’t know, but he dutifully nods anyway.
“Buuuut, oh my god, did you see my article on the newest superhero? The editors are like, totally sketch, they totally messed with it like, really badly.” Toris can hear the pout. “My article was like, completely fetch before they happened.”
Toris sighs. “Stop trying to make fetch happen Feliks, it’s not going to happen.”
Feliks pouts, but then, like water off a duck’s back, “but, like, oh my god Tortor, you totally have to come with me to the copy room, there’s this guy there and he like, totally keeps hitting on me, which is kinda, like, yay but like, a total no at the same time, you know? I think he thinks that I’m a girl.”
Toris adds two spoonfuls of sugar to the coffee and stirs counter clockwise one and clockwise twice, carefully not looking at Feliks’ outfit, with today is a beautiful purple and grey skirt-suit that, according to Feliks, was ‘omg, totally the cutest, Tortor you totally have to buy it for me!’. His hair is in a short pony tail, an expensive pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head, a slightly-less-expensive manicure on the nails impatiently tapping the counter and a pair of ‘omg so cute!’ ladies shoes on his feet. Yes, Toris can see why someone thought that Feliks was a girl, which is why he had filled in Feliks’ application form himself, and perhaps changed a detail here and there.
“Okay,” he agrees, and Feliks beams at him as though he’s just agreed to hang the moon and stars.
“Oh my god, Tortor, you’re like, the total greatest!” Feliks gives him a jump-hug that magically manages not to spill the EIC’s coffee. “Thank you.” Feliks says, in a rare moment of seriousness, and pecks Toris on the cheek before bouncing off.
Toris just stares after him, slowly cooling coffee in his hands. Feliks is, yes, a boy, and also his roommate and they’re friends even if everyone here thinks that they’re dating but that’s only because everyone here thinks that Feliks is a girl and Toris isn’t gay but there’s something about Feliks and he certainly looks extraordinarily good-looking in a skirt but his boss’ assistant is so beautiful even if she won’t give him the time of day and-
“So this is where my coffee has gotten to.” A voice cheerfully menaces from behind him, and only long association with it stops Toris from leaping a foot into the air.
“Yes sir sorry sir.” Is the automatic response, and Toris turns around, being careful not to spill or swirl the coffee. A heavy hand lands on his head and ruffles his hair, Toris making no sound as several strands of hair part company with his scalp.
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“Yes sir.” He responds, and then horror thrills through him as he realises what he’s said.
“Excellent! I will tell everyone that we will soon be covering a wedding, and you can go and tell little Feliks.” His boss grins happily down at him, plucks the coffee from frozen fingers and wanders off, presumably to share the good news.
Toris’ mouth works silently as he stares at where the cup had been. But - but!
He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. At least Feliks will get to pick out a wedding dress, something which has been his dream ever since they were children.
I love Poland~. And screw you character limit! :shakes fist:
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And Russia is as awesome as ever in his weirdly sweet creepyness.
InvisAbility really is a genius name! How the hell'd you come up with that?
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Anyway, Toris/Feliks is so cute. *Squeals* It kinds of made up for all the sadness that's been abound and is possibly only going to get even worse. Watching Alfred's descend is going to be like watching a train wreck :[
I really enjoy this story. The time switching thing gets confusing for me because I'm an idiot like that and never notice the dates but it really is an interesting concept.
Ps: I hope you include more LietPol. <33
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Their biggest mistake is naively believing that he’ll just stick to the U.S. They pile all their security there, in the cities, in the streets. Innocent citizens get pulled over and questioned with no more proof than their blond hair. Neighbour turns on neighbour, sister on brother; sometimes because there’s a genuine chance but generally simply because the government is offering a massive reward. The United States of America slowly implodes under its own weight.
Then Tigress turns up in a ditch in Taiwan, neck crushed and Takao raised to the ground.
So they shut down airport, seaports; they guard every single way off the island. They arrest anyone who so much as chances a look at the coastline.
Then Mr. Hero finds Atom in Hiroshima, and by the time they’re finished with one another, Hiroshima is a smoking ruin, no one knows the civilian death toll, Mr. Hero has fled and Atom needs to be put on life support.
1997-02-27
None of them can remember the exact moment that the foreigner walked in, they’re too overworked trying to keep reporter’s away from Atom’s bed. It’s not like there’s anything interesting to see, if it weren’t for the burns he’d look just like anyone’s little brother. They debate amongst themselves, toss around the pros and cons of throwing him (and his numerous cats - that can’t be hygienic!) out.
Two things stop them. The first is the way he acts with Atom; he just sits there and strokes his head, saying nothing. Sometimes, they think that he’s crying. The second is the unearthly growling that fills the room when Miho goes in to change Atom’s bandages. They say nothing to each other, but every time she unavoidably causes Atom pain, the growling grows louder.
Like a lion, Miho thinks to herself, safely outside of the room and trying to slow her thundering heartbeat and get her breathing under control. Like a lion defending a injured mate, and while that is almost adorable, she’s definitely going out for drinks after her shift ends.
1987-03-06
“They say that you’re immune to damage.” The voice purrs from the depths of the hood, husky for a girl but still not entirely male.
Mr. Hero shrugs in response, transfixed by the movement of Dagger’s lips, even as he puts more pressure on the arms that he holds captive.
Dagger laughs, low and rich, tilts her head in a way that’s girly for a boy, and manages to recline against the wall despite the fact that she’s trapped there by his body.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” She murmurs, and suddenly his vision is filled with coarse brown fabric as she kisses him, his hands relax automatically as his lips tingle and then she falls backwards through the hole she created by melting through solid concrete. He laughs and lets her go.
Just wondering if there's any pairings that the OP doesn't want?
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The foreigner is Greece, Atom is Japan and the Tigress is Taiwan, I think. I'm not sure about the Dagger, though.. Husky voice... Belarus?
Lol, this is so exciting!
And please, choose whatever pairings you like!
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Dagger. The codename alone makes me think it's Belarus XD
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“Hey kid, you’re doing it wrong.” A voice announces from behind him, making Alfred jump and spin around, accidentally dropping the punk-ass thief as he does.
“What’s it to you?” He asks, careful to keep his voice flat and not similar to a high pitched tweenaged girl squeal. The Smoke! Right in front of him! Talking to him!
The Smoke grins sardonically around his trademark, green-glowing cigar, smoke lazily curling out of his mouth. “Don’t jump down my throat boy, gift horse ‘n’ all. Just wanted to give you some pointers, ‘t’s all.”
Alfred smiles, the charming, mischievous, cheeky-little-boy grin that makes photographers go wild. “Why, what did you have in mind, old man?”
The Smoke just smiles back, a little mocking, a little wistful and a little human. “For one thing, you could join up with the league instead of doing it all by yourself.”
No way. No fucking way! The league, the League recruiting him> Oh no fucking way!
“Um, yeah, sure!”He answers, words tumbling over themselves like eager puppies, effortlessly bounding over to The Smoke’s side. He grins, knowing that it’s all brightness and goodness and energy, and for the first time in a really long time, hopes.
1995-12-22
It’s an accident. The Smoke cracks some joke about InvisAbility, something about how it’s not like they notice that he’s not here, just something that slips out while he’s trying not to think about the fact that his occasional fishing partner hasn’t shown yup for six months, basically as good as a death certificate in this city.
It’s just the two of them, just him and Mr. Hero. He shouldn’t have started it.
Mr. Hero stands up, scraping his chair against the floor and entire way, making the hair on The Smoke’s arms stand up. “Don’t talk about him like that.” The kid hisses, hands curled into fists.
The Smoke just grins, pleased as always to have found a vulnerable point on the brat, even as his stomach churns uncomfortably. He bites his cigar, preparing. “Why? You know-“
He chokes, cut off, one golden hand wrapped around his neck and the other crushing his cigar in-between inhumanly-strong fingers.
“You know what I’ve figured out?” The brat asks conversationally, flicking the remnants of his cigar to the floor. “You need that, right.” He leans close, ignoring The Smoke’s frantic attempts to draw breath and the weakening blows that fall wherever he can reach. “Don’t you fucking talk about Matty like that.”He hisses, eyes bright and glittering.
1995-12-22
There are always a few reporters and paparazzi camped outside of the League’s headquarters, even though most people don’t really care about non-lifesaving related antics, there’s always a story to be had about superheroing on a slow day. It’s quiet, for the most part, but they’re guaranteed at least a few lines a day, and that’s more than most get.
Then The Smoke’s body crashes down in front of them. Maki screams, John scrambles backwards and Dave shrugs his camera onto his shoulder and pans upwards, trying to get the first glimpse of this new villain. He goes up and up and up until he spots a newly-broken window, Mr. Hero clearly outlined by the electric lights at work inside the building.
Maki lets out a sob, eyes fixed on the mangled corpse in front of her, John appears oblivious to the lapful of burning coffee and Dave whimpers as Mr. Hero begins to laugh and laugh and laugh.
Death toll in chronological order as so far mentioned: Canada, Cuba, Taiwan (plus 2/3 other unnamed nations, don’t worry, you’ll find out who).
Dagger is not Belarus, the name refers to the fact that Dagger wears a full length cloak (get it - cloak and dagger? Haha) and in fact does not use a bladed weapon at all - s/he doesn’t have to :evil laughter:.
Good guys/bad guys are pretty much done up along Allies/Axis lines. OCs are not my headcanon nation!names, I will only use ‘official’ human names.
BTW, not everyone knows everyone’s secret identity - and yes, Cuba’s fishing partner was Canada. Family members/very close friends/lovers are more likely to know that the other is a superhero/villain based slowly on large amounts of time spent together.
Any pairings that OP has a burning hatred of?
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