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Washed Away (the Guilt but a Mark remained)

jimmypapa:

avenging-genius:

He must have dozed off because the second time a voice drags him from his nightmares. Additional to his face lying in the sand he now also tasted salt and probably seaweed. And nearly his whole upper body was wet. His pants and feet were dry now, though. But that only makes him feel his twisted ankle that much clearer.

Moving his face so that he can look up at the voice that woke him he needs to blink several times until he can clearly see that it’s a baby. Well, a small child.

Tony can barely keep his eyes open after that, it’s not a threat, just a distraction. He’d rather lie here a bit longer than find out where her parents are. If she even has them.

He likes children better than adults but right now he’s hurt, tired, hungry, thirsty and feeling incredibly guilty. “Go away. I’m trying to drown myself.”

And with that he uses his arms to move his body forward and pushes his face under water, not even bothering to hold a breath. You can’t exactly drown yourself, not if your head isn’t entirely engulfed by water. But he’s willing to try to lure someone to him that made the sea this rough in the distance. He knows then. 

“Ah, that’s not a good idea” She responded as she stood up to gently place her hands on his shoulder to make an attempt to roll him over. It was a failure. A child could not move a full grown man. Yet. “M’lord..Please do not drown yet, I shall fetch my appa to assist you” Seo-Woo just prayed that the lost man would still be alive when they got back.

The young girl paused midway and called out to her father. The man inclined his head in her direction. A sign that he was listening. 

“-A man needs help, he is attempting to drown himself-“ 

Well, that was an odd thing to come from his daughter. His eyes opened as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head with his sword. Long strides brought him to Seo-woo and in silence he followed her back to the man she found. That was trying to drown himself. 

As soon as the warrior’s eyes landed on the body, a sigh and a roll of the eyes. Not exactly the correct way to drown oneself. He moved closer and crouched beside the shipwrecked man. “If you wish to go to the other side…there are far quicker ways to do that”

“-Father!-” Exclaimed his daughter. 

He shrugged and gave her a ‘what’ look. She just kept glaring at him until Moo-Ryung used the butt of his hilt to prod the man. “Your choice..but I do believe my daughter will not be pleased should you die now”

He’s breather out calmly into the seawater when he feels tiny childs hands tug at him. When those left him alone and he could hear the pitter-patter of her feet running away, he clenched his teeth and steeled himself to take a breath. Just one big enough to breathe in water. He doesn’t know if he could still survive coughing it out after that. Thinking about his burning chest makes him reconsider.

By then it’s already too late, the little girl must have found her father. Who criticised his choice of death to be far too ineffective. He’s grinning into the sandy ground before he knows it and lifts his head out of the water.

Pushing his wet hair back with his hand he squints up at them both from where he’s sitting. He sees double for a few seconds before blinking rapidly until it unites again. Some of his injuries must have gotten infected. The gems in his hands feel heavy and suffocating, taking up space they shouldn’t and rubbing from the inside.

An innocent look down to them reveals nothing is visible from outside save for the various cuts and nicks he got from escaping and probably cutting against shells and stones while unconscious.

“I lost everything.” He tells his hands and then buries his face in them, trying to keep the fear and suffocating loss from breaking out.

He steels his heart with hope. Maybe the sudden downpour when he let that vile man finally get to the most precious of his possessions had quenched the flames of his home.

foxedattheedges asked : Godmod

He was going to break him into tiny pieces. And once that was done he was going to set those pieces on fire. And then blast them with a repulsor!

He is just so angry at him right now, the whole HUD flashing red along with him, warnings and dropping levels of altitude and JARVIS’ voice a calm in the storm much like the man he named him after.

The other’s voices are like bees in his helmet, but he can’t pay them any attention now.

“You are a selfish little- no. A selfish giant fuck, Sir.” He doesn’t care that he can’t be heard talking in his helmet. He just needs to vent a little.

“What did you think? Did you even think? God, you are so stupid. Retarded fuckstick, that you are.”

He’s having trouble getting power into his flight stabilisators. His foot repulsor had been slightly damaged already, but his arms are full right now and he needs to rely on them.

He hadn’t really thought bringing along his suitcase armor proved to be this useful. He just wanted to be the paranoid one this time. And have Bruce carry it the whole way until he finally complained. Which he never did, now that he thinks about it. They went to the Art Museum and he watched the others looking at paintings and sculptures and judged which of these he needs to buy to place in either floor as decoration.

“Had to play the fucking hero with two of them who are nearly indestructible standing right next to you, didn’t you?”

He can finally see the big H for the hospital helicopter landing pad and nearly sighs in relief.

He activates the com with a glance. “Cap, how’s the fucker did you break any bones.”

The irritated “Tony-“ that promises a lecture about unnecessary force doesn’t come. (He loves when Steve slips past Codenames. He knows he dug deep enough under skin then.) This might mean he’s too worried, or he actually broke a bone. When the “No” is finally clenched through teeth he wishes that he had broken some.

Don’t worry, we’re at the hospital now.” “Stay with him-“ “Yes, Dad.”

He had called ahead and the doctores and nurses already knew what to do and strapped the unconscious man onto a waiting –what were those things called again? Who cares, he made it.

“I got here in time and no thanks to you, you fucking fearless bag of dicks. Who gets shot leaving the museum? You, that’s who. Ass.” He snarls at Coulson as he’s wheeled inside. “Stark.” He hears and shit he forgot to turn off the com didn’t he. But Steve didn’t sound too angry, more like he would appreciate nicer words.

“He scared me shitless, the- the- I can’t even think up any more insults.”

“Why don’t you stop isulting him instead?” “Yeah. Okay. I can do that. See you in the waiting room, tell Brucie not to worry and if it doesn’t work tell the Hulkster to go pet some animals in the Zoo.”

He cuts off the “Stark-“ and peels himself of the suitcase armor. It doesn’t even fit back seamlessly into it’s compact square shape. Well, it wasn’t build to carry a whole man after all.

ashe-matsumoto asked : Mousetrap –is kidnapped by your Character. (Fun or Dark)

“Are you sure this is where we’re supposed to walk?” He asks for a third time. The white empty hallways of SHIELD HQ all look the same after the fifth turn.

Thankfully she had offered to walk by the cafeteria first to get him some coffee in a papercup. She had offered to give him a real ceramic mug but that way he can just easily crumble the cup up and throw it in any wastebin once he’s caffeinated and more awake.

“Very sure, Mister Stark-san.”

It’s kind of weird how she mixes up things. He had listened to her barely saw ten sentences and already it’s endearing. He hopes good old American sounds equally charming to her.

“Cause I think we walked past the office number 2.311 three times now.”

And he has an eye for things like this. He’s also sure they just walk 8’s or a very screwed up 9. If they pass that sign one more time he’s out, no matter how urgent the flag for a meeting had been on his e-mail.

He will tell Pepper they just wanted to fuck with him, giving him a Probie to walk him like a dog. He throws his empty coffee paper cup into a nearby trashcan of a water cooler.

“It is not much longer.” She promises and her accent is really fucking cute and distracts him from his thoughts and their destination

They finally reach an elevator they step into and she presses a floor higher up. Tony busies himself with his phone, sending a message to Cap if he’s already there and if yes, if he had to walk a marathon, too.

The message comes back to him claiming that the recipients phone is turned off and it could not be send through.

He’s still wondering how that could be when he installed a failsafe to instantly turn on if he calls (he knows that’s selfish but think of emergencies!) when the elevator slows down. He pockets his phone again and looks up but the numbers of the elevator are still going up and how can that be when the gravity is dragging him down.

His eyes fall closed on the next blink and he can’t open them again, he’s far too tired and the impact of him falling sideways with his face onto the steel wall doesn’t even hurt that much, except for how he aches all over, like needles in every inch of his body forcing outwards.

“Oyasuminsai.” She says from far above and suddenly it doesn’t sound as nice but then he’s already unconscious and doesn’t think no more.

flightofmylife asked : Drabble prompt: OTP (sorry) ((whispers i'm never sorry))

But the Star of this year’s Choice Awards was of course Janthony. Mrs Van Dyne looked wonderful in her low cut black and yellow dress by the Dinosigner Label that she promoted just previously by adding several dresses to her collection. We had seen her wearing several pieces of Dinosigner before ever since last year’s Stark’s Christmas party where she met this aspiring star. Mr Stark as you can see now in the video had worn a Van Dyne to support his lover.[…]

 

New York is mourning the loss of seventeen children today that have been murdered when Dr. Amadeus Trench used a selfmade gun (see picture 1) on a class having a field trip to the museum of Art. The loss of life would have been far higher if at the same time Janthony hadn’t been admiring art.

“Janet loves paintings” Mr Stark tells us later after the criminal had been turned in to the police. “and I love making her happy. My deepest condolences to the families whose children have been lost to them today. I’m sorry I wasn’t quick enough to save them.”

Mister Stark also offered to fund a funeral for every of the children who died today.

 

“But we don’t care about the movie, do we Fred?” “No, of course not. So tell us Angela, what did Janet van Dyne wear?” “And how much skin showed?” “Down boys, it is very cold in New York this time of the year. She had been wearing a winter coat matching the rest of her outfit.” “How disappointing.” “Can we talk about the movies now or do you need to know what I’m wearing too?” “Depends, what are you wearing?” “What Fred wanted to say-“ “I said exactly what I wanted-“ “Is the movie any good?” “Yes, yes it is. We had all wondered if the actor Robert Downey Jr would do our beloved Tony Stark justice in the blockbuster ‘Iron Man’ but surprisingly he charmed the masses and the superhero he’s portraying! Mr Stark said he had been very impressed by his acting, but doesn’t think Gwyneth Palthrow does his Pepper any justice. … He said she surpasses his Pepper in charme!” “Oh Jeeze, bet that’s gonna bite him in the ass later.” “He was very unimpressed with the actor playing his dear Janet, of course. She had been standing right next to him!” “Hahaha!”

marvel-infinity: Send me one of the following prompts in an ask: My Character … _____________________________________________________ AUA –and your Character in different Universes. Dreams –dreaming/imagining something about your Character. Nightmares –fearing for your character or being afraid of your Character. Sickness –passing a bad trait/habit down to your Character. Virus –trying to get rid of a bad trait/habit they picked up from your Character Godmod –lashing out at your Character over something and meeting no resistance. Event –doing something simple in a very complicated way that involves your Character. One-Shot –helps your Character and everything turns out well. Drabble –helps your Character and everything turns out worse. Draft –wants to help your Character but never does it. Moderator –gives your Character advice. OTP –and your Character are a couple and they couldn’t be more in love. OOC –behaving completely weird/wrong for your Character. Tag –is reminded that they forgot to do something for your Character. Open –starting something involving your Character. Muffin –and your Character are babysitting Charles Anthony Stefan for any reason. Prank –is punked by your Character. Midweek –experiences something magical with or about your Character that is no actual magic. (On Wednesday) Mousetrap –is kidnapped by your Character. (Fun or Dark) Munday –gives a press conference (and your Character is involved somehow).

marvel-infinity:

Send me one of the following prompts in an ask:

My Character …

_____________________________________________________

AUA –and your Character in different Universes.

Dreams –dreaming/imagining something about your Character.

Nightmares –fearing for your character or being afraid of your Character.

Sickness –passing a bad trait/habit down to your Character.

Virus –trying to get rid of a bad trait/habit they picked up from your Character

Godmod –lashing out at your Character over something and meeting no resistance.

Event –doing something simple in a very complicated way that involves your Character.

One-Shot –helps your Character and everything turns out well.

Drabble –helps your Character and everything turns out worse.

Draft –wants to help your Character but never does it.

Moderator –gives your Character advice.

OTP –and your Character are a couple and they couldn’t be more in love.

OOC –behaving completely weird/wrong for your Character.

Tag –is reminded that they forgot to do something for your Character.

Open –starting something involving your Character.

Muffin –and your Character are babysitting Charles Anthony Stefan for any reason.

Prank –is punked by your Character.

Midweek –experiences something magical with or about your Character that is no actual magic. (On Wednesday)

Mousetrap –is kidnapped by your Character. (Fun or Dark)

Munday –gives a press conference (and your Character is involved somehow).

It’s a funny thing, ambition. It can take one to sublime heights or harrowing depths. And sometimes they are one and the same.

Tony Stark learned that lesson all too well. (x)

(Source: yunuen)

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hellionkitty:

Jay Tablante Photography

These are amazing.

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Washed Away (the Guilt but a Mark remained)

jimmypapa:

avenging-genius:

The scream of some sort of bird was what woke him from his nightmare. He became aware of sand under his face and probably dusting him every inch.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was sober he could just pretend it was like one of the many times he had too much to drink by the sandy shore and fell asleep before he could decide to retire to his bed for the night.

But every inch up to the roots of his hair burned and hurt and pinched, raw flesh rubbing against rough hard clothing. He had probably swam in the salty ocean and beached on a sandbank where he could dry in the retreating tide.

He wiggled his toes and fingers without opening his eyes and was relieved to find them all still responding. Even if his feet seemed to be still underwater, as were half of his pants. And his shoes were missing.

He got to his knees and crawled onto the dry sandbank, feeling small stones dig into the palms of his hands. Standing up proved to be difficult and he promptly sat back down again.

His left ankle seemed to be hurt, not broken but twisted thankfully no bones were sticking out.

There was nothing to hold onto, so he was forced to crawl until he reached solid land, his front now completely soaked through again because he has had to crawl back into half a foot deep water to reach the island’s real shores that had made his life saving sandbank.

He will have to wait for the stars to judge how far he is from home or a home he can find refugee in.

He lies down on the warm sand and puts his arms back into the water. The salt stings his cuts and bruises, but he needs to feel connected somehow so the guilt doesn’t overwhelm him.

He is such a coward. In the end he gave in, when they were going to see how often they had to break his fingers until they fell off.

“-Don’t wander too far-” Called out Moo-Ryung as he followed behind his adventurous daughter. It made him wonder if she got that from her mother. Chun Hyang was like that when they first met. If Seo Woo kept this up, he might have to focus more on keeping an eye on her as she got older than to get work done. 

Although today was one of the rare days where he could take out and yet she wanted to be near the ocean. Maybe something was pulling toward the salty waters. If that was the case, he just hoped whatever it was…It was friendly. Especially since the waters have been a lot rougher lately. 

“-Yes father-” Called out his daughter as she pulled up the skirt of her hanbok and ran past the last of the trees that lead to the beach. His eyes never leaving her form as he sought out shelter under a tree. Just to relax a bit, with his trusted sword in hand. Finding the perfect spot, he sat down cross legged with his sword over his lap. Eyes closed and yet the warrior was on high alert. Aware of every noise and creature. 

Seo-Woo on the other hand, was running up and down the shore. Finding shells and placing them inside a pouch that she carried for just the task. Finding her fifth shell, the young girl straightened when she felt a gentle pull from the center of her chest. There’s something she has to find. There was a second pouch strung around her neck and she gently held it, following the pull. Moving farther and farther away from her father. She stopped until her green eyes found a man 

Quietly, she approached and kneeled before him. Shipwrecked perhaps. “M’lord…” She called out tentavely, reaching out a tiny hand. 

He must have dozed off because the second time a voice drags him from his nightmares. Additional to his face lying in the sand he now also tasted salt and probably seaweed. And nearly his whole upper body was wet. His pants and feet were dry now, though. But that only makes him feel his twisted ankle that much clearer.

Moving his face so that he can look up at the voice that woke him he needs to blink several times until he can clearly see that it’s a baby. Well, a small child.

Tony can barely keep his eyes open after that, it’s not a threat, just a distraction. He’d rather lie here a bit longer than find out where her parents are. If she even has them.

He likes children better than adults but right now he’s hurt, tired, hungry, thirsty and feeling incredibly guilty. “Go away. I’m trying to drown myself.”

And with that he uses his arms to move his body forward and pushes his face under water, not even bothering to hold a breath. You can’t exactly drown yourself, not if your head isn’t entirely engulfed by water. But he’s willing to try to lure someone to him that made the sea this rough in the distance. He knows then. 

(Source: bosama)

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