Tony pursed his lips as they walked into his workshop, "Fun killer."
He walked over to his suit and lift it, placing it on a table in the middle of the room. Grabbing a stool for himself, he pointed at one for Clint to take, "Grab a seat," One he had, Tony reached into his tool box and pulled something out. He held it out to Clint and looked at him, "This is a screwdriver. Do you know how to use it?"
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I'm sitting in my room with two blankets and a fan blasting into my face because my body can't choose....
Tony drove them to his building, which surprised her. She would have thought someone else would have picked them up. In fact, she would have preferred anyone else. When they got there she climbed out and looked at Tony, "Go with Clint and play with your toys. I have work to do."
She left the two of them and walked into the building. The Captain was practically on top of her in seconds, explaining what was happening. She looked at him, "I know, Rogers. Just tell me where she is."
Back at the car, Tony whistled, "Is she that ferocious in bed?"
She left the two of them and walked into the building. The Captain was practically on top of her in seconds, explaining what was happening. She looked at him, "I know, Rogers. Just tell me where she is."
Back at the car, Tony whistled, "Is she that ferocious in bed?"
Haha, very mad.
xc I'm sick... I feel like a Katy Perry song.... I'm hot then I'm cold....
xc I'm sick... I feel like a Katy Perry song.... I'm hot then I'm cold....
Natasha lay there holding him until they reached New York. She rolled out of the bed with him and gathered their things. Tony met them once they walked out of the plane. Natasha dropped Clint's hand, not needing to be grilled or mocked for their relationship at this time. She walked over to Tony and pushed her bag into his chest with a less than happy glare. She was annoyed that with all their strength and power, she still needed to come back from her vacation and put Clint in danger. She walked away from him and around to the passenger side and climbed in. Tony was in a moment later, after handing the bag off to Clint and telling him to put it in the back, "Good to see you again, Natasha."
"Shut up."
"Shut up."
Jared was walking around outside the castle grounds, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. He spotted Alucard walking down to the car, where Sermi sat waiting. He pursed his lips and ducked into the castle. He wandered until he managed to stumble upon Jacklan. He looked at her silently for a moment, before clearing his throat, "Adopting?" He asked simply, preferring to get his point across in as few words as possible.
Skye sat on the window sill of the orphanage, tossing a ball back and forth between the wall and herself. The woman, Annette, at the desk not to far away from her, looked at her, "Mary, would you stop that racket?"
"It's Skye," She spat back. She had never liked the name Mary, nor had she ever really cared for anyone who worked at the orphanage. So, she named herself, she decided that it wasn't much of a bother to anyone. She looked at the woman and tossed the ball at the window sill again. She continued until she spotted a man climbing out of a car with a very large dog. She caught the ball and watched them as they walked up the steps and approached the desk. Annette looked at him before she started shifting through papers, "Well.... That is awfully... specific... We don't have many children here over the age of ten.... other than Mar-"
"Skye!" She interrupted. She looked at the man before standing and walking over to him. Annette looked at her, "She isn't exactly shy but sh-"
"Has been disappointed enough to know I'm better off alone," She held his gaze for a moment before she placed the ball on the desk. She turned and walked back to her spot on the window sill and looked out at the street.
Skye sat on the window sill of the orphanage, tossing a ball back and forth between the wall and herself. The woman, Annette, at the desk not to far away from her, looked at her, "Mary, would you stop that racket?"
"It's Skye," She spat back. She had never liked the name Mary, nor had she ever really cared for anyone who worked at the orphanage. So, she named herself, she decided that it wasn't much of a bother to anyone. She looked at the woman and tossed the ball at the window sill again. She continued until she spotted a man climbing out of a car with a very large dog. She caught the ball and watched them as they walked up the steps and approached the desk. Annette looked at him before she started shifting through papers, "Well.... That is awfully... specific... We don't have many children here over the age of ten.... other than Mar-"
"Skye!" She interrupted. She looked at the man before standing and walking over to him. Annette looked at her, "She isn't exactly shy but sh-"
"Has been disappointed enough to know I'm better off alone," She held his gaze for a moment before she placed the ball on the desk. She turned and walked back to her spot on the window sill and looked out at the street.
Shall we start? I'm home now.
Name : Skye
Age : 16
Personality : Skye is reserved, closed and untrusting.
History: Skye was left at the orphanage when she was just a baby. She was over looked in her younger years and as she grew older, less people had interest in her. Those that did realized soon after that they didn't want a kid who had already grown up. So, she sat at the orphanage watching as she outgrew those around her and the ones whom had been her friends found families one by one. It is hard for her to get close to anyone because from her experience, soon enough, they'll leave.
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Name: Jared Rendall
Age: 22
Personality : Quiet, calculating, cold
History: Unknown
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Age : 16
Personality : Skye is reserved, closed and untrusting.
History: Skye was left at the orphanage when she was just a baby. She was over looked in her younger years and as she grew older, less people had interest in her. Those that did realized soon after that they didn't want a kid who had already grown up. So, she sat at the orphanage watching as she outgrew those around her and the ones whom had been her friends found families one by one. It is hard for her to get close to anyone because from her experience, soon enough, they'll leave.
Picture:
Name: Jared Rendall
Age: 22
Personality : Quiet, calculating, cold
History: Unknown
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Natasha's eyes widened when Clint started to panic. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her, "Hey... Hey... It's fine.... This villain doesn't sound like it is Loki," She looked at him and smiled, "For starters, she's a woman," she kissed his cheek, "I'm fine... You're fine... we are going to be okay," She looked him straight in the eye, "I promise."
She didn't know if she could keep that promise. Of the avengers, she was the only one this woman couldn't talk into doing something they'd regret. Meaning, she had to take on someone with super human strength, alone. She pressed her forehead against Clint's, she couldn't let him know... He was already panicking enough. She held in hand tightly in her own, "We're going to be okay."
She didn't know if she could keep that promise. Of the avengers, she was the only one this woman couldn't talk into doing something they'd regret. Meaning, she had to take on someone with super human strength, alone. She pressed her forehead against Clint's, she couldn't let him know... He was already panicking enough. She held in hand tightly in her own, "We're going to be okay."
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