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OPEN STARTER - MATT

Sleep alluded him again. Scrubbing his hands over his face with a frustrated sigh, the lawyer completed yet another circle around the living room, stepping quietly so not to wake the one sleeping in his bed. Not that he could exactly tell with how his senses had been off after being on his third night without any rest.

#open starter #mutuals only #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock #please answer in a separate post

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OPEN STARTER - CAPTAIN BARNES

"This is Earth 616? Shit." Heart sinking, the Captain stepped back as his grip tightened on his shield before turning to leave. This was bad. He knew of the theory of the multiverse, just never considered he would end up falling through it himself. A new universe filled to the brim with faces he recognized but not a single one who knew him. "Sorry to bother you."

#open starter #mutuals only #muse: bucky - staring problem - barnes #v: captain barnes #please answer in a separate post

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OPEN STARTER - MATTHEW

"You have to say it. If you do not love me, say you do not love me, and I will go. I will go back to my corner of the city and I will make do. I will survive. But first, you have to say you do not love me."

#open starter #mutuals only #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock #please answer in a separate post #pretty please?

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Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle in “3am.”

I’ve been in love with the composition of this scene since The Punisher series was released. Leave it to Bernthal to make a hyper-masculine character’s vulnerability shine.

Linen cloth, cotton floss, some of my shedding dog’s hair. 30240 stitches, somewhere around 200 hours, 1000+ yards of 2ply thread.

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Winter Soldier by donapp

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#ow ow ow

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It wasn't something Matthew was exactly proud of but he wasn't generally one to pass up an opportunity when it presented itself simply sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. Felicia Hardy. Former girlfriend and apparent member of the Thieves Guild. The visit wasn't a personal one, though a business request...to Daredevil. She had laid all of the details of what happened to lead her to his doorstep and with every word she said not a single one was a lie, no deception being woven. Before he could turn down the request, after all Daredevil wasn't for hire, a name was mentioned as a bargaining chip and Matt couldn't turn it down.

The job, so to say, was dangerous. Nothing Matt wasn't up for. He had faced worse odds many a time and walked away whole, this time was no different. The only thing he felt was working in his favor was that Remy wasn't due to return for another few days. Plenty of time for the gash left on his thigh to heal enough to look...questionable. Like any other injury, he reminded himself he had worse and did the stitching after ensuring what he had hunted down for the Thieves Guild was safely locked away in the bottom of his father's trunk. He didn't know how Remy was going to feel about him doing a favor for the Thieves Guild with the promise of a pardon being granted for a week by Assassins Guild.

Dramatic, in his opinion.

Figuring out the best way to tell Remy of the trip was another thing entirely. While he was the romantic type, the Cajun could probably outdo him in the area with ease. His effort would have to be something that wouldn't be obvious and catch him by surprise. Remy was good to him, more than anyone he had dated treated him before, and for that Matt wanted to give him the best. To show him all the things he couldn't bring himself to say, three words always dancing on the tip of his tongue but never brave enough to utter them out loud.

After making arrangements with Foggy for the rest of the afternoon and impending trip, Matt headed to the store for groceries before going in search of a liquor store that sold everything he needed for a Sazerac. Then it was finally time to turn home to begin cooking, leaving him hoping there was still time to get everything done before his lover arrived. He had the recipe to follow, of course, but his heightened did far better for him when it came to the spices, able to tell exactly what and how much was needed for the best taste.

"You're just in time." Matt called out with the sound of the front door closing, grabbing two deep pasta bowls from the cabinet and set them down on the counter. The rice was already pulled off the burner and resting while a freshly made Sazerac was poured and waiting for the Cajun on the high top of the counter.

"Shrimp Creole. Hopefully I didn't butcher it too bad. If I did, I would appreciate it if you didn't hold it against me." Though his face didn't show it, Matt could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside over the food and what he was about to do...for what he did.

@dramatisperscnae

#dramatisperscnae #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock #its vague for a reason #I promise

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"It's alright. You're safe now. Nothing's going to hurt you." Diana gently speaks over Barnes. The Amazonian princess removes her cloak to drape it over him.

The front lines were beginning to get to him, despite how he did everything possible to remain composed for his unit. The deafening noise, constant fear of dying at any second, wondering which one of his friends he would lose that day, if they would die because of his bad leadership. All of it was making him feel as if he was beginning to crack beneath the surface and if he wasn’t careful enough the fear would begin to seep through.

Maybe at some point it did.

“What?” Eyes blinked open in confusion, his head lifted from folded up dirt covered scratchy pull over sweater. Bombs were not going off and all of his men were safely asleep on their cots, no different than him. His gaze moved slowly to see Diana leaning over him, the warmth of her cloak settling over him.

“Diana…” Her name was whispered in sheer relief and was followed by a sigh, pushing himself to sit up on the thin stiff cot. Running a hand through his hair, Bucky yawned and glanced over the tent to ensure he was actually there and not back in Azzano. “What’s going on? Is it time to move out already?” He already knew the answer but he wasn’t ready to admit how the things that happened in Azzano still haunted him.

@timeguardians

#timeguardians #muse: bucky - staring problem - barnes #v: howling commandos #~ queue and i remember budapest very differently ~

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This sexy man's homecoming is TOMORROW

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Charlie Cox in Daredevil (1.09)

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there are starter and plotting calls all over the dash and I’m just trying to nope my way through it like,

#ooc #no fucking self control over here

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Daredevil

by Ghostin Arts

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MATT MURDOCK as DAREDEVIL Daredevil Season 1

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[text: angry redhead] it’s hard to look right at you, BABY

[text: angry redhead] hey

@ofmythsandfables

#ofmythsandfables #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton

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[text: angry redhead] so call me maybe

[text: angry redhead] hey

@ofmythsandfables

#ofmythsandfables #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton

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[text: angry redhead] but here’s my number

[text: angry redhead] hey

@ofmythsandfables

#ofmythsandfables #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton

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[text: spence] I’ve got this feeling that won’t subside

[text: spence] I've been meaning to tell you

@ifyoucatchacriminal

#ifyoucatchacriminal #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton