xxxxxparentage // daredevil
xxxxxoutfit // xxxxxxdialogue // BB141E
J A C Kx M U R D O C K
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"Oy, ya prick. She's got healin' abilities. What er ya freakin' out fer?"
Before the Scotsman had replied, he rubbed both eyes and gave a soft yawn. Maybe the mirror realm allowed him to complete the exercise in the bat of a lash, but with the bone-chilling cold and musty smell of the base, how was Ross still tired?
"Dude, wake up." Jack chuckled. "The healing abilities are precisely why I'm freaking out. She could heal over it, and then she'll have glass trapped underneath her skin. Didn't they teach you basic anatomy in primary school?"
While he said this, Petra Maximoff approached the scene. With Caitria's suggestion, she had graciously offered to telekinetically remove the remaining glass from Wren's skin. Well, maybe not graciously. Petra was a bit of an icewoman. Cold and conscientious - far from the warm scarlet that made up her hair, lipstick, and lineage. He felt bad for Xavier. A little twinkle had shone in his eyes when he past an injured Wren, but he'd shied away from the challenge once Petra stepped up to the plate. Jack felt that in the academy and on the silver screen, Xavier's quirky genius was often overlooked.
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"Oy, ya prick. She's got healin' abilities. What er ya freakin' out fer?"
Before the Scotsman had replied, he rubbed both eyes and gave a soft yawn. Maybe the mirror realm allowed him to complete the exercise in the bat of a lash, but with the bone-chilling cold and musty smell of the base, how was Ross still tired?
"Dude, wake up." Jack chuckled. "The healing abilities are precisely why I'm freaking out. She could heal over it, and then she'll have glass trapped underneath her skin. Didn't they teach you basic anatomy in primary school?"
While he said this, Petra Maximoff approached the scene. With Caitria's suggestion, she had graciously offered to telekinetically remove the remaining glass from Wren's skin. Well, maybe not graciously. Petra was a bit of an icewoman. Cold and conscientious - far from the warm scarlet that made up her hair, lipstick, and lineage. He felt bad for Xavier. A little twinkle had shone in his eyes when he past an injured Wren, but he'd shied away from the challenge once Petra stepped up to the plate. Jack felt that in the academy and on the silver screen, Xavier's quirky genius was often overlooked.
"Hold up a minute... ya call her 'Wrenpool'?" Ross laughed weakly, patting Jack on the back. He was still in a crouched position, right by his partner's side.
"And I call you Mirror Master. We've been over this."
"Ya need to work on yer nicknames... They suck."
"That's the point, Captain Obvious." Jack deadpanned. Ross had taken a dig at his pride.
Suddenly, he sensed a jolt of warmth. As Wren squeezed his hand, he felt her tender skin, bones, blood vessels, and everything inbetween. After trudging through that monstrous snowstorm, she was still heated, still crackling with vigor. He even heard her fluttering heartbeat. His own heart practically pounded out of his chest.
"All better now, worry wart," she said, shard-free. Petra completed the job in less than two seconds. She'd be thanked later.
"Good," he smirked, getting back on his feet. He grabbed the manilla envelope, tucking it under his arm."So next time, when you're slicing and dicing and unpinning grenades on an entire army of murderous Hydra bastards, don't do it alone. See ya around, crazy girl." And with that, he left her. But not before shooting Wren a flirtatious wink.
A pep in his step, he sifted through the crowd of students until his buddy, Jaxon, was found. Yet again Xavier appeared, this time sipping a cup of coffee in the seat next to him. "Sup, Hot Stuff?" Jack extended his arm forward for a high-five. His friend looked just as lively as ever, like he'd barely broken a sweat inside the simulation. "How'd you do? I'm sure the snow wasn't a problem." Turning to the protege of Doctor Strange, Jack gave a snarky expression. "He didn't cause any trouble, did he?" His thumb pointed to Jaxon, almost drumming into his nose. He saw Xavier walk into the simulation with him just before leaving with Wren, so clearly they had partnered up. "I know he's not the most tempered of people. Sometimes I like to keep a fire hydrant with me so he doesn't burn down the whole building...You should see him drunk."
Jack pressed an elbow into his friend's shoulder. He liked to poke and prod, but it was all in the name of good fun. "Hopefully the mentors aren't keeping us here too long. I dunno about you, but that goddamn simulation left me famished and tired. I could go for some breakfast right now. If you're not jumping into bed right away, you can come up to my penthouse and I'll make some eggs benedict, Hell's Kitchen style. You're invited too, Strange," he flexed his brows at Xavier. Might as well make it a party.
"Maybe I'll text Ross and Conrad. See if they're up for it..."
"Not without a phone you won't!"
Behind him, Phoebe slapped his silver device back into his palm. That's right...He'd left his Iphone behind, in her hands, before entering the simulation. Tightly, she wrapped his earbuds around his neck, as though tying a noose. "Woah! What's your problem, Princess?"
Taking a step back, she crossed her arms and gave a sharp glare. In all his years of knowing her, he'd never seen such a prickly expression on her face. Not even in battle.
"Why don't you ask Wren Wilson, since she's your new partner now."
Her words came out colder than Stark's simulated snow. Seriously? That's why she was furious? Because of a choice he made for a stupid assignment? The Devil of Hell's Kitchen scoffed as she strutted away. He was going to invite her over for breakfast, but now shuddered at the idea. His head shook at Jaxon. "Girls. Am I right?" Then Jack clicked his phone back to life and was greeted with a curious surprise: an updated lock screen wallpaper. More specifically, an agitated Phoebe posing with her new partner.
And who was he? Why, none other than the Prince of Wakanda.
xxxxxparentage // wonder woman
xxxxxoutfit // xxxxxxxdialogue // EAC117
P H O E B Ex P R I N C E
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Before returning Jack's phone in a vexed fashion, Phoebe listened to T'Chioke's words, struck by their meaning.
“Sacrifice," he answered. It was a simple sentence backed by a more complex cadence. "Everything you do is for the people of your country. You don’t get to think about yourself when you have thousands depending on you. It can be like walking through a minefield at times. If you make a wrong step, you not only hurt yourself, but the people counting on you. Not very inspiring, but ruling a nation isn’t something anyone can do.”
She watched as the Black Panther's vibranium claws cut effortlessly through the thick glass, as though it were made of butter. With a push, the dismantled chunk of wall hit the ground with a loud crash. Guards would be coming any minute.
“Let’s get out of here.” T'Chioke pressed, tucking the envelope into his suit. Phoebe nodded and quickly followed him through the door. She wanted nothing more than to complete the mission and get out of that sweaty Hydra uniform. Nasty smell aside, she felt gross wearing it.
Once they entered the elevator, her thumb ticked the button to the ground floor. She leaned
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Before returning Jack's phone in a vexed fashion, Phoebe listened to T'Chioke's words, struck by their meaning.
“Sacrifice," he answered. It was a simple sentence backed by a more complex cadence. "Everything you do is for the people of your country. You don’t get to think about yourself when you have thousands depending on you. It can be like walking through a minefield at times. If you make a wrong step, you not only hurt yourself, but the people counting on you. Not very inspiring, but ruling a nation isn’t something anyone can do.”
She watched as the Black Panther's vibranium claws cut effortlessly through the thick glass, as though it were made of butter. With a push, the dismantled chunk of wall hit the ground with a loud crash. Guards would be coming any minute.
“Let’s get out of here.” T'Chioke pressed, tucking the envelope into his suit. Phoebe nodded and quickly followed him through the door. She wanted nothing more than to complete the mission and get out of that sweaty Hydra uniform. Nasty smell aside, she felt gross wearing it.
Once they entered the elevator, her thumb ticked the button to the ground floor. She leaned
"My mother wants me to rule Paradise Island," she exhaled, eyes downturned. "After I graduate. She wants me to reclaim the throne with her and keep Themyscira at peace while she works with the Justice League. That's why I'm training here."
She didn't know why she was telling him such an important insecurity. Jack didn't even know yet. But T'Chioke would listen, he seemed to be the type to care. And above all else, it felt good to release the truth.
"I know what it's like to take a wrong step. Or rather, no steps at all. It leads to the same result, the same disappointment you speak of. I'm not ready to be a ruler. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. Not because I can't handle it, but because I don't want the power."
The doors opened and the passageway was clear. It was a steady, surprisingly easy walk back to the forest. The sun hung low in the sky. They'd be the last ones to finish the simulation, but at least they hadn't set off any alarms. Slow and steady usually wins the race. It might do wonders for their grades.
"To put a long story short, I learned something important after meeting the current queen of Themyscira," she continued once they were in line with the safety of the evergreens. "Those who seek power are least deserving of it. My mother always used to tell me that...titles and superpowers and money don't matter - it's what we do that defines us. I'm terrified of becoming the new queen. I don't want to make a wrong step, or no steps at all. I don't want to see myself become a villain."
She gave him a knowing glance, as if to inform him that information would remain a secret. She didn't need the entire academy learning of her future fears.
Once panther and princess reached the top of the hill, the world around them began to shapeshift into a dull, fifty by fifty-foot room. Mycroft and Coulson sat before an ensemble of monitors. Once they revealed their comments, Phoebe unbuttoned and unzipped the Hydra uniform, casting it onto the floor.
"Good job! I really appreciate your willingness to partner with me, T'Chioke. I didn't think anyone would." She sheathed her sword and gave him a quick hug. He deserved it. "Thank you so much for your help...your advice. Means a lot to me. Talk to you again soon?" she asked while exiting the room, a merry smile adorning her face. She hoped with all her heart he'd say 'yes'.
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Afterwards, Phoebe propped herself against the hallway's edge, as far away from Jack Murdock as possible. She wasn't mad by the fact he'd partnered with Wren Wilson. Rather, she found it rude he'd left her stranded after seemingly giving off an impression of companionship. They had been a team many times before. He could've let her know before breaking tradition.
Yet she immediately regretted her coldness upon reuniting with him. Perhaps she'd apologize later. Jack was her best friend, after all. He was like an older brother. A test wasn't worth the jeopardization of their relationship. Placing her shield and lasso on the ground, Phoebe crossed both arms and languidly stared at the pool of students. She still felt like a stranger in this academy, even though she knew most peoples' names now. It took her a while before noticing Magneto Jr. nearby, pursing his lips in indifference. Odd - even after the assessment, his helmet wasn't back in his possession. It wasn't on the ground or in his hands. Perhaps the mentors forgot to return it? If he didn't have it by the time they were free to leave, she'd remind Mycroft.
Picking up her Themysciran treasures again, she left the wall as soon as Petra approached, crossing over to Frankie and Riley. At least she didn't feel like a stranger with them. "Hey!" Phoebe smiled. While listening to what Frankie had to say about Nathaniel, her mind wandered. Everyone still had their envelopes, which, according to the mentors, were to be left unopened. What on earth was inside them? Since they hadn't been confiscated, perhaps they each held something pertaining to the students. Hopefully the truth would be revealed in time...