Dance With the Dead - Diabolic [PREDATOR 2]
tag drop: #2.
Today was alright ✨
Mazunte, Mexico Residence by Esqueda
the reason people from LA are Like That(tm) is bc living in a desert means there’s no grass outside to touch
@vatiic: ⁂ - for logan because lol. Send ⁂ for Peter to take a bullet for your muse.
It had been a manageable fight until it wasn’t, until they had decided to bring out the big guns to deal with the two vigilantes. That wasn’t good. Wide eyes looked over to where Logan fought, seeing that they were aiming for her; he didn’t really need to worry but that amount of bullets wasn’t good for anyone, speed healing or not. He’d only have seconds to act.
Metal clinked, bullets loading and in a quick shot of a webs, he propelled himself towards Logan. Landing with a roll next to her, he swiftly stood, wrapped an arm around her and leapt as high as he could straight up into the air, to clear them of the line of fire. However it seemed like he had been just a split second off with it, a yelp leaving lips as bullets caught his leg.
Pushing through the pain, he shot a web, swinging them up to the safety of the roof, letting Logan go the second they were over the edge and landed with a stumble, falling to a knee, breathing heavily through the surging fire in his leg. Shifting, he turned and sat, to see the damage done. Two bullets to the ankle, one had gone straight through, the second hadn’t. Great. That just made this so much harder. ❝ It’s okay, I-I’ll be fine-- you good? ❞
Ntg, just New York😌😭
I freaking wanna live in NYC
who wants to join me
No chains around my feet but I'm not free
@brassbounded: ⁂ ( for zemo ) Send a ⁂ for Peter to take a bullet for your muse.
For all the sins that this man had committed, he didn’t deserve to die for them. No one did, no matter how terrible the crime. It was clear from the fight prior that they had no intentions of letting Zemo walk away from this alive, but with a glance around, he saw none willing nor conscious to get back up. How wrong he was. Senses spiked in the back of his mind, attention snapping behind to see a fallen criminal aiming for the baron, and without a second thought, he dashed in front of the incoming bullet, taking the hit meant for the man behind him.
It was deafening to the ear, a wildfire of pain spreading through his stomach. It’s odd to be diving into the line of fire, after trying hard to avoid it. Knees buckled from under him, catching himself as he fell with an arm, hand pressing to the wound. He could survive, the other had less of a chance; that was his reasoning for this tremendously stupid decision. ❝That smarts. ❞ Words left lips on a shaky laugh, a quiet ‘ow’ following the laughter.
me: "nature is so pretty, i miss it :("
random person: "how would you know? you hardly go outside"
have you been outside karen? have you? this is what your so called "outside" looks like.